The Uchiha's Path to the Top, Starting from Konoha

Chapter 194 Swarming

The flying squirrel calmly surveyed the ever-changing battlefield situation on the magic screen, its eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

A deep light flickered in his empty eye sockets.

Despite his outward appearance resembling a cold skeleton, a sense of tension lingered deep within him.

The tension did not stem from fear of the enemy, but from anticipation and a sense of responsibility for the upcoming battle.

Even though not long ago I was an insignificant corporate slave, a cog in the machine at the bottom of society, an outsider whose death would not shed a tear.

But his former commanding presence in the game and the calm instincts of an undead allowed him to adapt to his current identity very quickly.

Ainz Ooal Gown's honor must not be tarnished by anyone!

Momonga quickly used communication magic to contact Albedo.

Magical light flickered in the air, and moments later, Albedo's figure appeared on the screen. Her beautiful face was exquisitely sculpted, and her eyes were firm and clear.

"I will increase the number of spatial teleportation arrays to four, and send out all the undead!" Momonga commanded in a low voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

"Yes, sir, Momonga!"

Albedo's voice came from the other end, like a clear spring flowing into Ainz's heart, bringing him some comfort.

Her sweet voice conveyed boundless loyalty, making Ainz feel that he was not alone.

He then activated the communication crystal and contacted another capable lieutenant of the Great Tomb of Nazarick—the fifth floor's guardian, the "Ruler of the Glacier," a warrior with the spirit of a martial man, the strongest weapon wielder, and a battlefield hero, Cocytus.

When it comes to charging into battle, Cocytus is the most suitable among his men.

Victory or defeat on the battlefield often hinges on the commanding general or the vanguard charging into battle, and Cocytus's existence is the most reliable guarantee for Ainz.

"Cocytus, prepare your Frost Legion. When a spatial portal appears in front of you, launch a surprise attack immediately and make sure to annihilate the enemy's main force in one fell swoop."

In the glacial world of the fifth level, Cocytus was already fully armed.

His tall figure appeared even more imposing in the cold frost.

A golden, disc-shaped necklace shimmered with a mysterious light around her neck. Her limbs and arms were equipped with brilliantly crafted gauntlets, each plate engraved with intricate runes, as if containing boundless power.

Compared to her figure, her slender yet solid ankles were encased in silver shackles that gleamed with a cold light.

These items are all magical props that assist in combat. They either increase one's arm and wrist strength, prevent enemies from flying, or amplify one's frost aura, forcing enemies to engage in a brutal battle of combat skills against the unparalleled Cocytus!

"Understood, sir."

Cocytus' eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit, like a raging flame.

He nodded slightly, and the warriors of the Frost Legion also got ready to go.

A cold wind howled past, as if playing the prelude to the upcoming battle.

The flying squirrel nodded in satisfaction and continued to check the resource list.

He decided to use his last reserves to summon a group of high-level undead creatures—the Archmage of the Dead and the Death Knights—to ensure victory in the battle.

A hint of calm and decisiveness flashed in his eyes, like a chess player deciding on the final move.

"Pandora Actor!"

In the throne room, a figure slowly knelt down, the movement as precise as if sculpted.

Unlike the other NPCs, he is a domain guardian personally designed by Ainz Ooal Gown. The badge on his hat is the guild emblem of Ainz Ooal Gown, and he wears a uniform similar to that of the Nazi SS, which is cold and dignified.

His race is the highest-ranking Dual Phantom, possessing the magical ability to replicate and transform, capable of transforming into up to forty-five different appearances, forty-one of which are the forty-one supreme beings of the guild.

Each transformation retains 80% of the original's skill power, making his combat strength comparable to those powerful level 100 guardians, hence the title "The Faceless Man of a Thousand Transformations".

At the same time, he is also the manager of the treasure hall of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and is responsible for guarding the treasures.

In addition, he was also responsible for preparing the gold coins and other resources needed to pay for activating the protective netting within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, making him the financial manager.

"Transform into my form, and together summon the undead!"

"Yes, sir, Momonga!"

A magical light flashed, and apart from weapons and equipment, a skeletal archmage identical to a flying squirrel appeared below the steps.

The two rulers of death raised their hands, and an immense magical power surged in the air.

Under the blessing of the Throne of Kings, the magic circle shone brightly.

In the burial grounds of the third level of the Great Tomb, the chilling aura of the dead archmage and the iron-blooded power of the death knight seemed to permeate the eerie yet incorruptible tomb complex, sending shivers down one's spine.

The flying squirrel and Pandora clenched their fists tightly, and magical light shone from their fingertips, like a burning flame.

The light gradually spread, transforming into complex runes that swirled and intertwined in the air, eventually becoming a dazzling pillar of light.

Within the pillar of light, the figure of the Archmage of the Dead gradually appeared, his icy gaze seemingly able to pierce through the soul; closely following behind was the Death Knight, clad in black armor, wielding a sharp blade, exuding endless killing intent.

Albedo, who witnessed this scene through magic, began the deployment of the undead army.

Pandora returned to normal, stretched out her hand, and took out hundreds of high-level mercenary summoning scrolls from her space.

Under the lights hanging from the ceiling, the reel shimmered with all sorts of light, concealing a chilling power.

"Lord Momonga, I'm about to begin."

A hint of reluctance flickered in Pandora's dark eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he had already foreseen the shocking scene that was about to unfold.

The first scroll was slowly unrolled, and an ancient incantation was chanted in a low, melodious voice.

As the incantation was chanted, a black rift tore open in the air, and a hideous demon crawled out of it.

Its skin was as black as charcoal, its eyes burned with scarlet flames, and its huge wings flapped in the air, emitting a deep whistling sound.

The demon's appearance caused the temperature in the room to drop sharply, and the air was filled with a suffocating sulfurous smell.

Then, Pandora unfurled the second scroll, this time his voice becoming soft and holy.

Golden light burst forth from the scroll, forming a beam that shot straight into the sky.

An angel clad in silver armor slowly descended from the pillar of light. Her face was perfectly sculpted, her wings were as white as snow, and the holy sword in her hand emitted a dazzling light.

The arrival of the angel instantly dispelled the darkness in the room, as if all evil had been driven away.

Pandora didn't stop; he continued to unroll the third scroll.

This time, a deep dragon's roar came from the scroll, as if it were a call from ancient times.

A massive shadow flew out of the scroll and hovered in the air. It was a dragon, its scales shimmering with a metallic sheen, its eyes like two enormous gems, filled with savagery and cruelty.

The golden dragon spread its wings, blotting out the sky and breathing out scorching flames, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

Demons, angels, and dragons gathered at Pandora's summons, creating a spectacular yet eerie scene.

The forces of the three elements counterbalanced each other, creating a tense yet sacred atmosphere in the air.

Pandora looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, feeling a little comforted by the immense resource consumption of the Great Tomb.

"Continue, Pandora."

"Don't worry about the resources we're losing," Fei Su said in a low voice. "Everything we've lost now will eventually be reclaimed from this continent and the ninja world!"

"Yes, sir, Momonga!"

Pandora continued to unfurl more scrolls, and all sorts of creatures followed.

A necromancer clad in black robes held a staff that shimmered with an eerie blue light, surrounded by countless undead.

A burly orc warrior, wielding a giant axe, roared deafeningly.

A lithe elven archer, her arrows streaking across the sky like shooting stars.

The entire throne room, which is 100 meters high, 100 meters wide, and 500 meters long, looks like a battlefield.

All kinds of powerful beings gathered here, awaiting the command of the supreme ruler.

Pandora, her heart pounding with excitement, took a deep breath and unrolled all the scrolls.

A distant horn sounded from the last scroll, and a knight clad in golden armor emerged from the light, followed by countless valiant cavalrymen, like an invincible army!

As the flying squirrel gazed at the vast and magnificent scene before it, an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement welled up within it.

His eyes darted back and forth between the demons, angels, dragons, necromancers, orc warriors, elven archers, and the knight in golden armor.

Every summoned creature is a powerful being at level 85 or above, with the best among them reaching level 100!

Even multiple world champions would be completely wiped out by the combined attack of a hundred powerful ninjas at the Blazing Sun level, let alone the rest of the ninjas.

Even if that golden holy sword reappears, no matter how strong the Uchiha clan's Susanoo is, it will be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating its own strength.

Momonga slowly descended from the throne, each step landing precisely on a point where magic surged. A dark, desperate aura shone behind him, his unparalleled power surpassing that of the Balrog, the Twelve-Winged Angel, and the Golden Dragon King.

His gaze finally settled on the golden knight, whose golden armor covered his giant bloodline, and whose spear gleamed with golden light, as if it could pierce through all darkness.

The fifty accompanying half-giant knights behind him were all Morning Star and Radiant Moon, making this summoning scroll even more powerful than the previous horde of demons!

The flying squirrel's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Pandora, take my form and go to the front lines to proclaim the power of the Great Tomb of Nazarick to the ninja world!"

Momonga's voice was deep and authoritative, "Together with Cocytus, we will utterly crush the army of the ninja world!"

Pandora was also excited when she heard the flying squirrel's command.

For his creator, Ainz, every word he uttered carried immense weight.

To be able to transform into the form of a flying squirrel and enjoy the cheers of the world is an unparalleled honor!

Pandora bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Lord Momonga, this is just the beginning. With your guidance, both the Magic Continent and the Ninja World will be your domain!"

"Then fight for me!"

Momonga flicked his robes, his gaze sweeping over the powerful summoned creatures once more, and without saying another word, opened a spatial portal.

"Pandora, use this power to destroy all enemies! I will be here watching over you!"

At this moment, Momonga showed no trace of his former salaryman status. Even his skeletal face, devoid of flesh, radiated a fierce and domineering will: "No one can stop our advance!"

"Even if it's the leader who unifies the ninja world, it won't work!"

He stretched out his hand, as if to hold the whole world in his hands.

The powerful summoned creatures seemed to sense his will, letting out low roars, and the entire throne room seemed to tremble at that moment.

"Yes, sir, Momonga!"

Pandora, carrying a world-class artifact, headed straight for the portal.

On the other side of the portal, on the plain, an endless army of undead, like a surging river, charged madly toward the Royal Court Ninja Army.

The ninja army, who hadn't had a chance to rest, held off the attack like a rock under the shouts of Uchiha Hikaru and the protection of the three-headed tailed beast.

A vast, dark mass, as if night had fallen, blotting out the sun, with countless skeleton warriors, ghost knights, and necromancers advancing in unison, their footsteps deafening like thunder, the ground seemingly trembling slightly under their stomping.

The Uchiha centurion of the ninja army, clad in red armor and wielding a sharp katana, stood at the very front of the column.

He calmly observed the enemy's movements, secretly devising a countermeasure.

The chakra that had been extracted earlier was completely consumed by Susanoo, so the chakra could not be returned, resulting in half of the combat ninjas on the field being exhausted.

The other half of the combat ninjas also had to resist the onslaught of the undead legion.

"The situation is a bit complicated."

Uchiha Hikaru remained standing in the crystal atop Susanoo's head, a move that not only gave the ninja army ample confidence but also allowed them to overlook the entire battlefield.

The girl's eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could penetrate the darkness of the enemy army.

At her command, the ninja army quickly split into several squads, using earth-elemental ninjutsu to erect high walls and barriers, allowing the ninjas to occupy advantageous positions.

The Frost Dragon Knights soared through the air, systematically eliminating flying undead such as bone dragons.

The vanguard of the undead legion, skeleton warriors, wielding rusty longswords with a grating creak, charged toward the ninja's lines.

At the command of the Uchiha centurion, the ninjas swiftly launched their attack, using earth-style ninjutsu to divide the battlefield and create localized skirmishes where they outnumbered the undead, rapidly reaping the benefits of the immortals.

To conserve chakra, the ninjas' swords clashed with the immortals' weapons, producing a continuous series of clanging sounds that intertwined with roars of fury!

Although the skeleton warriors are unconscious, their sheer number is enough to strike fear into one's heart.

The ninjas, with their agile movements and superb martial arts, swiftly slaughtered wave after wave of skeleton warriors, but the enemy army surged on like a never-ending tide, with no end in sight.

Behind the skeleton warriors, ghost riders rode sinister skeletal horses, wielding long spears and draped in eerie blue cloaks, like messengers from hell.

They let out a deep roar and launched a fierce charge against the ninja army.

Led by the centurion, the ninjas quickly formed a combined ninjutsu formation, unleashing a roaring, flying dragon that annihilated the ghost knight's undead bone spear.

The necromancers stood at a distance, holding staffs and chanting incantations as they cast dark magic.

A black beam of magic shot straight towards the ninja camp. A barrier set up by the Uzumaki ninjas, like a transparent crystal wall, blocked the dark magic and protected the ninjas' safety.

The battle intensified, with swords flashing and sparks flying across the plain. The shouts of the fighting ninjas, the clash of weapons, and the explosions of magic caused Uchiha Hikaru to frown.

With two more spatial portals appearing on the horizon, even Mito Uzumaki couldn't sit still any longer.

(End of this chapter)