Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

In terms of level, the Death Knight is level 35, but its defense reaches an astonishing level 40.

Even Ares, whose strength has reached the level of a hero, could not harm him in the slightest.

However, the Spider Cutter in the gray-robed, golden-eyed man's hand is a Relic-grade weapon, level 65.

And the attack power of this strike reached a terrifying level 70!

Under the chilling blade of the Spider Slash, the Death Knight couldn't withstand it for even a moment before being cut in two.

However, the characteristics of the legendary undead manifested at this moment. Although its body was severely injured and almost split in two, the soul fire that condensed the core of its existence did not immediately go out.

It possesses the racial characteristic of "unyielding". Even if it suffers a severe injury that would instantly kill an ordinary strongman, it can forcibly lock in the last bit of life force and requires a second fatal attack to truly end it.

This characteristic often proves surprisingly effective in actual gameplay, buying time for teammates or launching a desperate counterattack.

But for the gray-robed man, this was nothing more than a trivial interlude.

He didn't even intend to swing a second knife.

Because the "black sun" behind him was always "working".

Just as the Death Knight was barely managing to maintain his form by relying on his special ability, attempting to struggle or fight back.

The omnipresent, powerful gravitational and disintegrating force fields, like countless invisible millstones and scrapers, began to act on its already severely damaged body.

chi chi chi...

Like a sandcastle caught in a raging storm, the Death Knight's broken body, sturdy armor, and crimson soul fire began to be peeled away, shattered, and sucked away layer by layer!

The crimson soulfire in the Death Knight's eyes flickered violently, filled with disbelief.

Before it could even let out a complete wail, it was completely "ground" into a cloud of black bone powder and light debris in just two or three seconds, right before everyone's horrified eyes.

Then it was sucked into that black sun and disappeared completely, as if it had never existed in this world.

[The Abyss] Benjeri's "strongest shield," the legendary Death Knight, has fallen, his body and soul annihilated!

"!!!" Benjeri, who had just been moved to a safe position and was desperately activating the [Teleport] spell, almost froze his soul fire upon witnessing this scene!

His strongest defensive weapon was actually... so vulnerable?

"Escape! I must escape immediately! I absolutely cannot be struck by that blade, nor can I be sucked into that black sun!" Fear, like cold vines, instantly entangled his entire consciousness.

However, the gray-robed men's attacks did not stop.

As he crushed the Death Knight, he seemed to have anticipated Benjeri's movements, and his gaze locked onto the [Abyss] once again.

Benjerry was terrified; he knew that conventional dimensional teleportation would likely be insufficient to escape the pursuit of this enemy.

He gritted his teeth and made a cold and decisive decision.

"[Summoning of Mass Families - Sacrifice Barrier]!" he roared, pushing the [Teleport] spell he was channeling to its maximum.

In the distant sky, the twenty-four archmages of the dead who were fighting against the Griffin King and his guards suddenly froze, their eyes flashing with terror and resentment.

But the absolute command from the creator or controller overrides everything.

Their figures vanished instantly from their original spots, forcibly "pulled" into the air between Benjer and the gray-robed man, forming a dense, solid human wall!

They received their final and only order: to stop that monster at all costs, even for a second!

The dead archmages let out desperate mental screams.

Various spells—enhanced fireballs, lightning strikes, ice spears, poison clouds, and shockwaves—were unleashed upon the gray-robed man as if they were free, attempting to interfere with and hinder him.

However, all of this was in vain in the face of the Black Sun.

As soon as any magical attack entered the Black Sun's force field, it was like a moth drawn to a flame, quickly twisting, dimming, and disintegrating, without even causing a ripple.

When several undead archmages who attempted to self-destruct or engage in melee combat got a little closer, their bodies were quickly torn apart, pulverized, and absorbed, like paper being thrown into a shredder.

Their sacrifice bought Benjer only a negligible two or three seconds.

But those two or three seconds were enough for Benjerry, who was fully activating the [Teleport] spell!

"It's done!!" A strong spatial fluctuation light erupted from Benjerry's body, and a stable teleportation array was about to take shape beneath his feet.

A surge of elation, akin to surviving a catastrophe, welled up within him. He couldn't help but send a defiant mental wave towards the gray-robed figure: "Unknown powerhouse! I'll remember this favor! I'll repay it in the future..."

Before the word "return" could even be uttered, another unexpected event occurred!

The gray-robed man, facing the fleeing Benjeri, made a move that surprised everyone—

He hurled the Spider Cutter, the very weapon that had just slain the Death Knight, at Benjerry like a javelin!

The blade transformed into a chilling silver streak, instantly piercing through several undead archmages blocking its path, and then, with speed beyond comprehension, precisely struck Benjeri, who was enveloped in teleportation light!

"Ugh—!!!"

Benjer let out an extremely piercing scream!

The pain contained in that voice sent chills down the spines of all the human soldiers below who heard it.

As an undead being, he had long been numb to physical damage and ordinary pain.

But the [Spider Slash] strike contains more than just sharpness!

The moment it pierced through his body, an incomparably domineering and strange "sword intent" that seemed capable of severing cause and effect and tearing apart the very origin of the soul erupted violently through the wound!

Benjer felt that the part of him that was hit was not only his physical body disintegrating, but also the soul and spirit that it carried, as if it had been completely severed by this knife!

This is a kind of damage that touches the very foundation of existence, far more terrifying than physical damage!

Swish!

As the teleportation light reached its peak, it engulfed Benjeri, who was already severely injured and screaming in agony, along with the Spider Cutter that had pierced his body.

The spatial ripples subsided, and Benjeri's presence completely vanished from the battlefield.

The battlefield fell silent instantly.

A sudden silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

In the sky, only the slowly rotating "Black Sun," radiating an ominous gravitational pull, and the grey-robed, golden-eyed figure silently hovering before it.

He silently watched the direction where Benjeri disappeared, his dark golden vertical pupils devoid of any emotion, as if he had merely accomplished a trivial task.

Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the silent human army below and the king with an extremely complex expression.

There were no words, no explanations.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the figure in the gray robe began to fade and become transparent, like mist merging into the sunlight.

The terrifying black sun behind him also shrank rapidly as his figure faded, dimming and eventually disappearing like a phantom.

The sky returned to its original color, and sunlight shone on the earth again, as if the devastating scene just moments before was merely a collective nightmare.

Even after the gray-robed figure had completely disappeared, the battlefield remained deathly silent.

Everyone, including the battle-hardened Ares and the well-informed king, was still immersed in immense shock and lingering fear.

The power displayed by that gray-robed man was completely beyond their comprehension.

Easily crushing the terrifying undead leader, casually destroying the legendary death knight, and that black sun that seemed capable of ending everything...

All of this points to one fact: this is a supreme being that they cannot fathom or reach.

The king opened his mouth, but in the end, it only turned into a heavy sigh: "Alas..."

He had many questions he wanted to ask the other party: Who are you? Why did you help me? What grudge do you have against the immortal?

But in the end, reason prevailed over curiosity.

When faced with an existence at this level, excessive exploration and disturbance may not bring answers, but rather unbearable disaster.

He summoned the Griffin King from afar and rode it slowly down into the army formation.

The feeling of being grounded allowed him to relax his tense nerves slightly.

"Your Majesty! Are you alright?" Ares rushed forward immediately, his armor covered in bone fragments and dust, his face filled with concern and lingering fear.

The king waved his hand, his face revealing undisguised exhaustion, stemming not only from the massive depletion of his magic power but also from the immense pressure and shock he had endured.

"I am unharmed. How are the soldiers?"

"Thanks to Your Majesty, although there were wounded, no one was killed in action. We are so grateful..."

As Ares spoke, he glanced with awe at the sky where the gray-robed man had disappeared, leaving the rest of his sentence unsaid.

Everyone knows that if it weren't for the intervention of that mysterious powerful figure, today's outcome would probably not have been so pleasant.

The king nodded, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were equally exhausted, but whose eyes held a mixture of fear, relief, and curiosity.

He ordered in a deep voice: "Send word to set up camp where we are. We will not advance today. Let the soldiers rest well, treat the wounded, and strengthen vigilance."

"Yes, sir!" Ares solemnly accepted the order.

The king turned and walked toward the makeshift central command tent.

He needs time and quiet to process everything that happened today and to reassess the situation in the Orc Kingdom.

And... he pondered the variables that the mysterious gray-robed figure might bring, far exceeding his imagination.