Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Shalltear took a step forward, moving as fast as a gust of wind.

She pierced through the shield with her bare hand, shattered the armor, ignored magical defenses, and pulled the still-beating heart directly from the warrior's chest, holding it up in front of everyone.

[Creating the Immortal]

The warrior who lost his heart instantly turned into a zombie. Shalltear swallowed the heart in her hand, then pulled out a replica heart from the blood clot and threw it to the zombie, turning it into a low-ranking vampire with claws and fangs.

The priest raised the holy seal, releasing divine power, but it had no effect on Shalltear.

"Hahaha!"

A warrior's sword pierced the body of a newborn vampire, but Shalltear merely glanced at the priest with annoyance, and with a casual wave of her hand, beheaded the warrior who wielded the sword.

She leaped over the female warrior and arrived in front of the magic chanter and the priest. She grabbed the priest's hand holding the holy seal and squeezed it so hard that the bones in his hand shattered instantly.

Someone else stabbed at him from behind with all their might, but it still had no effect.

"No way...it didn't work? Isn't this a mithril weapon produced by the Aindora family?"

With a casual strike, Shalltear decapitated the magic caster.

She turned to face the female warrior, and the moment their eyes met, the other woman's eyes were filled with tears. She kept backing away and took a bottle from her pouch and threw it at her.

Shalltear brushed it aside with one hand, and the red liquid splashed onto her skin, immediately causing a slight stinging sensation.

She looked down at the smoking wound and froze.

The bottle was a common container in Nazarick. It contained low-level healing potions, which would actually harm the undead.

"Capture that woman alive!"

The vampire brides immediately pounced on her, instantly subduing the female warrior who was trying to escape.

Shalltear grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into her demonic eyes.

"What's the deal with this bottle of potion? Where is it located, and who got it from?"

"It was obtained from a man wearing black armor at an inn."

Shalltear almost froze.

"……Where?"

"It's at the inn in Ye Lantier."

She vaguely guessed who the man in black armor was, and unease instantly welled up in her heart.

Why have you come here?

"We were responsible for protecting the town when we heard that a bandit's lair had come to investigate. So we split into two groups, and we were responsible for a forced reconnaissance mission."

"Splitting the troops into two groups?"

"Yes. The other team will lure the enemy into the trap area."

"There's another team," Shalltear clicked her tongue. "How many of you are there?"

"There are seven people in total, including myself."

"Wait, seven people? Wasn't it six?"

"Yes, there's also a guerrilla. In case of an emergency, he'll go to Ye Lantier for help."

"What did you say...?"

Shalltear opened her eyes wide and rushed to the edge of the depression in an instant, looking around, but still could not see the depths of the forest.

"hateful!"

They escaped.

She growled through gritted teeth.

"My livestock!"

Several black wolves emerged from the shadows; they were level seven monsters, vampire wolves.

"Chase them! Bite everyone in the forest to death!"

Ten vampire wolves charged into the forest, but since the enemy was a guerrilla force, they probably already knew how to evade pursuit.

Shalltear hurriedly returned to the female warrior's side and asked sternly, "Is it possible that the guerrilla soldier will rendezvous with other teams?"

"No. The plan stipulates that if a situation arises where the entire team might be wiped out, he must abandon the team and return to the city."

This caution, which leaves room for retreat in case of failure, only fueled Shalltear's anger.

"Humans, mere creatures, actually have so many ingenious ideas!"

The information about the vampires has been brought back to town. Ainz ordered her to arrest the criminals without causing a disturbance, but she has already broken quite a few rules.

"It's alright...it's alright."

She seemed to be hypnotizing herself.

Their names and information about Nazarick haven't been revealed yet, so it's not possible to connect vampires with them for the time being.

The real problem is what to do with this woman. Killing her might hinder Ainz's goals, while letting her go back would leak information.

"Oh no, Lord Ainz will scold me..."

She held her head in her hands, deep in thought, and the more she thought about it, the more regretful she became.

In the end, she concluded that it might be more advantageous to let her go than to kill her.

Shalltear held her head and slowly squatted down.

"I'm sure I'll get yelled at..."

Just then, she suddenly looked up towards the forest. The livestock she had summoned vanished instantly; they had been killed.

"Make sure that woman is settled in, then follow us!"

Shalltear rushed into the forest with lightning speed.

We traversed the forest to reach the place where the livestock had their final resting place.

Twelve people appeared before her, all fully armed. Their uniquely crafted shapes suggested they were legendary or higher-grade artifacts. Shalltear examined them one by one, finally fixing her gaze on a man.

This man is very strong, far surpassing the vampire bride in strength.

He was dressed in masculine attire, yet his appearance was quite androgynous. His black hair grew almost to the ground, and his sharp, ruby-red eyes revealed a wary expression as he held a cheap, worn-out spear.

"use!"

The man spoke in a cold voice. Panic broke out in the group.

At the center of the group stood a woman with unusual attire, wearing a silver-white cheongsam embroidered with a five-clawed dragon in gold thread. However, the woman's face was covered in wrinkles, making the outfit quite unsuitable. Shalltear deliberately shifted her gaze.

However, this was the final twist of fate.

The cheongsam was called "Alluring Beauty," a treasure left behind by their god, whose power even surpassed that of Shalltear.

A chill ran through me.

Shalltear, a guardian of the highest rank, trembled. Her eyes darted around, and she decided to grab the old woman; the human was the one she had to kill.

Just as she was about to make a move, the man with the gun rushed in.

"Get out of the way!"

Shalltear used all her strength to send him flying. Although the man was knocked away, he did not die and still maintained his fighting spirit.

Shalltear casts a spell centered on the old woman: [Capture the entire race group].

She wanted to capture these people to salvage her composure.

However, in the next instant, Shalltear's mind went blank.

That was mind control. As an undead being, she should have been completely immune to mind control, but her mind was still being controlled. She fought desperately, the worst possible scenarios flashing through her mind.

"Ah ah!"

She cried out in agony, resisting with tears of blood streaming down her face. Her consciousness continued to fade, rendering her unable to use teleportation magic.

Shalltear uses her special ability to create the Purifying Throwing Gun, a massive spear imbued with divine attributes. Paying extra MP grants it the additional ability of absolute accuracy.

She fought back desperately, glaring at the old woman.

Then throw it.

Just now.

A figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield. A girl with heterochromatic hair and eyes, clad in pale yellow armor, spread her fingers to meet the deadly light spear.

"—The loving protection of the earth."

Her innate ability was activated. The Earth God's signature technique from her lifetime was recreated in her hands; layers of amber shields, as thick as the earth itself, formed. The light spear collided with the shield, unleashing a deafening roar.

Shalltear's blood and tears had not yet dried when her pupils suddenly contracted.

She blocked it. That Pure Throwing Gun, which consumed a large amount of her MP and possessed absolute accuracy, was actually blocked by a human.