Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 206 [Rubedo]

Momonga stood beneath the Kabbalah Tree of Life, his gaze shifting from the distance to sweep over the guardians who were ready for battle. Suddenly, he frowned slightly, if skeletons could frown.

He always felt that something was missing.

After a moment of silence, he turned to Albedo beside him. "Albedo, go and release Rubedo. It's her turn now."

Albedo's body stiffened slightly, her eyelashes trembled as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she simply lowered her head and said in a steady voice, "Yes, Lord Ainz."

She turned and left, her black armor gleaming coldly in the dim light. Her steps were steady and without hesitation, but Ainz noticed that her clenched fist trembled slightly at her side.

【Rubedo】, this name is rarely mentioned within Nazarick, even among the Guardians, it is like a taboo. She is Albedo's sister, the youngest of the three sisters created by the Emerald Book.

The eldest daughter, Nicoled, was imprisoned deep within Nazarick and rarely mentioned, while the second daughter, Albedo, was the steward of Nazarick, serving Ainz Ooal Gown day and night.

The smallest of them, Lubedo, has almost never been activated since the day it was created.

They share the same creator, yet have drastically different fates.

In the Great Tomb of Nazarick, without considering item bonuses, Rubedo is the strongest single-target attacker.

Her melee combat skills surpass those of Sebastian, and even Shalltear is considered "weak" in comparison.

However, her production method is completely different from the traditional NPC production method, and it requires manual activation to function properly.

Because of her special properties, others can only contend with her after equipping world-class items. Even the strongest beings on the eighth floor need world-class items to defeat her.

Rubedo, her name comes from the final stage of alchemy, reddening (Rubedo).

Incidentally, Nigredo means "corruption" in alchemy, while Albedo means "whitening" in alchemy.

That is the ultimate goal pursued by alchemists throughout their lives, the moment of the birth of the Philosopher's Stone, the "unique substance" in alchemy, the elixir of life, the fifth element.

It can transform base metals into gold, cure all diseases, and grant immortality. It is a symbol of perfection and the ultimate goal of self-transformation.

The fact that Jade Records named her with this name signifies that she is his final creation.

She is perfect in combat ability and in appearance, but she has a subtle yet fatal flaw in personality.

This is a consistent quirk of Jade Records: the more perfect something is, the more unexpected a crack it must have.

Since arriving in this world, Ainz Ooal Gown has never activated Rubedo, fearing she might go out of control and harm the others in Nazarick.

But now, he had no choice. Three thousand soldiers were at the city gates, and the eighth floor was their last line of defense.

If Nazarick cannot defeat the enemy here, he is doomed. He needs every ounce of strength, even if that strength itself is dangerous.

A moment later, Albedo returned. Her face was expressionless, but Ainz noticed that her eyes were slightly red.

"Lady Momonga," her voice was soft, "Rubedo has been activated, and she is expected to engage the intruders automatically soon."

Momonga nodded without asking any further questions. He turned around to face the wilderness where a crowd was surging in. "Now, let's welcome those invaders."

As if in response to his words, the first light shone from the distant entrance to the passage—the afterglow of the teleportation magic, and also a signal that the intruders had arrived.

One, two, ten, a hundred—players surged from the seventh floor passage into the eighth floor like a tidal wave.

Their equipment shimmered with iridescent colors in the eerie light of the wilderness. Some rode flying mounts overhead, some stealthily moved through the shadows, some charged ahead with lightning crackling around them, and some soared through the skies in mechs.

There was no formation, no commander; everyone was charging forward in their own way.

Victim hovered in mid-air, his large, round eyes fixed on the approaching crowd, and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "Lord Ainz, should I activate my skill now?"

Flying Squirrel stared at the monitor screen, his gaze steady. "Wait a little longer, until they're all inside, then we'll wipe them all out at once."

He brought up the magic monitoring system and carefully observed the distribution of the players.

The screen is divided into dozens of small squares, each representing a region of Nazarick.

The flying squirrel's gaze moved quickly across the monitor screen. Most players had already entered the eighth floor, but a small number were still wandering around.

Some people collect obsidian crystals by the lava river on the seventh floor, some take photos in the flower sea on the sixth floor, and some even build snowmen on the ice field on the fifth floor.

Some players were scavenging for junk there, taking whatever they saw, whether it was a piece of art that looked valuable or a piece of junk that looked worthless, they put it all into their backpacks, wishing they could take back every piece of soil, every stone, and every blade of grass on the ground.

There were even a few lunatics who were using pickaxes to knock off the murals and reliefs on the walls, trying to even tear off the plaster. Flying Squirrel watched those people and his teeth itched.

Some players were taking photos and checking in there, taking selfies at every new scenic spot. It didn't feel like they were there for a guild war, but rather like they were there for tourism.

As Feishu watched those people striking various poses in the flower sea on the sixth floor, he realized they wouldn't be able to come down for a while.

These few players won't be coming down anytime soon, but most players have already flooded into the eighth floor.

The flying squirrel's eyes flashed red. When the last 1,500 men attacked this place, they had already lost two or three hundred of them.

This time, out of three thousand people who fought their way here, only about fifty died. The quality of these players is much better than the last group.

He suddenly felt a little envious. If his guild had so many elite members, why would he need to stay here and fight to the death?

"Lord Ainz," Cocytus's voice came from the side, deep and urgent, "please allow me to go into battle and stop those invaders."

His hand was already on the hilt of Takemikazuchi Hachishiki, lightning dancing between his fingers. His compound eyes reflected the approaching crowd in the distance. The injuries he had sustained in the previous battle had completely healed after his resurrection, and his fighting spirit burned like a flame in his chest.

Demiurge pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a ghostly light. "Cocytus, you've just been resurrected and are unaware of the situation. Lord Ainz has already prepared a plan to deal with those invaders. Just watch closely, and when the time comes for you to strike, Lord Ainz will naturally send you."

Cocytus turned to the flying squirrel, his compound eyes questioning.

Momonga didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on the monitor screen. "Cocytus, it's not your turn yet. Be patient and wait until they're all here."

Cocytus paused for a moment, then loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "Yes, sir." He stepped back and returned to the ranks, his four hands hanging at his sides like a silent statue.

The players are getting closer, and the summoned mercenary monsters have already clashed with the vanguard in the wilderness.

Tens of thousands of mercenary monsters of level 80 and above spread out across the empty wilderness, like a gray ocean.

But the players were like sharp knives, easily cutting through the ocean, breaking through the defenses one after another, and advancing towards the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

Players have already noticed the guardians standing beneath the Tree of Life.

A warrior in golden armor stopped and pointed in the direction of the flying squirrel, shouting, "Look! Those NPCs we killed before have all come back to life! That skeleton in front of them is definitely a guild player, maybe even the guild leader! Brothers, charge! Take him down!"