Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Valyrian steel sword.

These magical weapons were successfully replicated in this world by Leylin using blood magic and dragonfire forging techniques from the Game of Thrones universe.

It is now demonstrating its extraordinary power.

Its fundamental characteristics are extreme hardness and sharpness, making it virtually indestructible and capable of cutting through iron like mud.

But more importantly, it seems to have perfectly inherited a certain "hidden characteristic" of the original Valyrian steel in its world of origin.

—A strong restraint against immortality.

In the Game of Thrones universe, Valyrian steel is one of the few materials that can completely destroy undead creatures such as White Walkers and wights.

In this world today, this "undying" attribute seems to have been preserved as well.

This gives it incredible destructive power against undead creatures composed of negative energy.

Although in YGGDRASIL's equipment system, these Valyrian steel swords forged by Leylin in batches may only be classified as "lower-tier" items.

However, in terms of killing efficiency against the undead, it is probably unmatched by many [Superior] items.

Its effect on high-level undead is unknown, but for mid- to low-level undead, it is undoubtedly a nightmare nemesis.

The battlefield before us is proof of that.

Those enhanced skeletal warriors, who were impervious to arrows and had extremely high magic resistance, were as fragile as dried-out branches before the Valyrian steel sword.

Wherever the sword strikes, the hard bones are easily severed as if cut by a hot knife through oil, and the negative energy core that constitutes its existence is also dispelled.

"Hahaha! The divine sword bestowed by His Majesty has such miraculous effects!"

"A master at defeating the immortal! Your Majesty is wise; did you perhaps foresee this battle?"

"That must be it! His Majesty's foresight is flawless, which is why he made such preparations!"

The elation of escaping a desperate situation and the amazement at the divine weapon in hand spread rapidly among the Imperial Guard.

The previously somber morale instantly transformed into high fighting spirit.

Ares was also greatly encouraged.

As he swung his sword to slay the skeletons, he was filled with emotion: "Your Majesty is so farsighted, preparing such a powerful weapon to subdue the undead in advance... Your Majesty's wisdom and foresight are truly admirable."

(At this moment, if the king, who was nervously dealing with Benjeri, could hear the thoughts of his subordinates, he would probably find it both funny and exasperating.)

(If he could have truly foreseen encountering such a terrifying ancient undead here, he would have taken a long detour of eight hundred miles long; why would he have walked right into their trap?)

(This "preparation" was purely a lucky accident.)

Wielding their invincible weapons, the eight hundred guards instantly transformed into battlefield reapers.

They hacked and slashed through the sea of ​​skeletons, unstoppable.

The seemingly endless sea of ​​pale bones was cleared away at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into fragments scattered all over the ground.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Benjeri, who was fighting with the king.

One of his heads turned slightly, and a clear look of surprise flashed across the deep soul fire.

"I miscalculated," he said in a dry voice, his tone unreadable.

He originally thought it was just a slightly tougher standard weapon, but he didn't expect it to have such special features.

"The bet has only been going on for three minutes and the summoned creatures have already been wiped out... We really can't afford to be careless any longer."

Benjer's tone was calm, yet carried a hint of seriousness.

"Human potential should not be underestimated!" the king shouted, taking advantage of the opportunity to raise his right arm.

He wore a magnificent gauntlet on his hand, its design imposing and seemingly crafted from pure gold.

The national treasure of the Kingdom of Inberia, the [Griffin King's Claw]!

"Answer the call, my ally—the Griffin King!"

A dazzling golden light erupted from the gauntlet!

With a loud and high-pitched cry, a majestic griffin, enormous in size and seemingly forged from light, with golden patterns flowing across its wings, appeared out of thin air!

The energy fluctuations it emitted clearly reached the pinnacle of the "Hero" realm!

The king leaped and straddled the griffin king's broad back from his warhorse.

The golden-armored griffin spread its glorious wings, carrying the king into the air, where it confronted Benjeri.

Aerial combat allows the King to better utilize his magical advantages and also slightly narrows the gap in mobility between him and Benjerry.

"Interesting props," Benjer commented, before changing the subject.

"But our 'ten minutes' agreement hasn't been fulfilled yet. Now, let me show you... what a true undead army is like."

Instead of using large-scale summoning magic, he issued brief commands through a secret network of messages among the undead.

The next moment, the space on the flank of the battlefield suddenly distorted, and several [teleport] portals radiating strong negative energy fluctuations were activated!

A chilling, decaying atmosphere, filled with the stench of death, surged forth like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, a line of undead figures emerged, clad in tattered robes and wielding bone staffs or artifacts inlaid with soul gems.

A total of twenty-four [Grand Magisters of the Dead]!

Their eye sockets flickered with cold, intelligent flames, and their bodies were surrounded by visible ripples of negative energy.

The simultaneous appearance of such a large number of high-ranking necromancers would be enough to instill despair in the garrison of any city.

However, what was even more unsettling was the figure that stepped out from the greatest teleportation light right after them—

Standing nearly three meters tall, clad in ancient and tattered black heavy armor, with menacing bone spurs protruding from its joints.

He holds a giant tower shield that looks like a door panel in one hand, and a huge curved sword (Malay sword) with an eerie arc that seems to be forged from shadows and cold iron in the other.

Beneath the horned helmet and visor, two crimson lights, like congealed blood, silently surveyed the battlefield.

Its very existence exudes a suffocating pressure and a pure aura of destruction.

Death Knight!

A high-tier war unit among the undead, a legendary existence at the pinnacle of many undead legions!

"That, that's... a Death Knight?!"

"Twenty-four archmages of the dead... and one death knight!"

"How is this possible?! How could we possibly fight against such a monster?!"

Screams and panic inevitably spread among the human army.

Even the guards equipped with Valyrian steel swords felt immense pressure facing this lineup.

The Archmage of the Dead can cast a variety of troublesome necromancy spells from a distance, while the Death Knight... is a pure melee nightmare.

Even the king, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the griffin king in the air, suddenly became extremely solemn.

He asked in a deep voice, "Lord Benjerry... can you even summon and command beings like the Death Knight so easily?"

"Summon? No." Benjerry's two heads seemed to shake simultaneously, his voice flat.

"The Death Knight is a natural leader among the undead, with a lofty rank. Even I cannot 'create' an existence of the same caliber as myself out of thin air."

This Death Knight was a precious combat force that he had found in the wilderness at great cost and subdued and controlled with his powerful strength.

He said no more, but simply made a gesture in the direction of the Death Knight.

"The bet continues," Benjer announced.

"Let me see how you, with your 'divine weapons' and courage, will cross this wall of the dead."

"Especially when facing this hardest 'shield'."

The Death Knight's crimson eyes locked onto the Royal Guard below, and he slowly raised the massive black curved sword.

The gems on the staffs of the twenty-four deceased archmages simultaneously glowed with an eerie light, and a vast amount of negative energy began to gather.