Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

A dark red light surged from the statue, spreading outwards like a tide.

Where the light passed, the air began to distort, and a crack appeared in the air, like a torn wound.

Demons began to emerge from the cracks.

The demon's skin was a dark gray, like weathered rock. On its bald head, a pair of eyes burned with a scarlet light, which was particularly dazzling in the darkness. A pair of membranous wings spread out from its back.

One hundred and twenty-eight low-level demons filed out of the crack, their gray bodies filling the stronghold's hall before bursting through doors and windows and surging into the street.

Demiurge stood still, looked down at the statue one last time, and then placed it in the very center of the eerie pattern.

Demiurge then activated the [High-Level Teleport] spell and left the stronghold.

Blue light shone around him, engulfing him completely.

In an instant, the capital was engulfed in war.

Demons ravaged the streets, their grey figures darting through the night. The sound of their flapping wings mingled with screams and the rumble of collapsing buildings, turning the entire city into a living hell.

They pounced on every human they could see, their scarlet eyes filled only with the desire to kill.

Claws tore through clothing, sharp teeth bit into flesh, and blood stained the stone path red.

But the capital was not without resistance.

The members of the Blue Rose quickly gathered together.

Si stood at the hotel entrance, her long golden hair fluttering in the night breeze, her face showing no fear.

She quickly scanned the surrounding situation.

Each demon is of a low level, but their numbers are far too great, and they must be eliminated as soon as possible to prevent them from causing excessive harm to the citizens of the capital.

Therefore, Si decided to split up and act separately.

"Tina, Tia, you go to the west. Gegrand, to the north. Iverai, to the south."

She paused, her gaze falling on the eastern side where the firelight was strongest.

"Leave the east to me."

"Understood, Boss Ghost." Tina and Tia responded almost simultaneously, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night.

A sneer appeared on Gegland's rugged face. She cracked her wrists, making a popping sound. "Finally, something to do."

Iverai nodded slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes beneath the mask, before he activated flight magic and departed.

Si gripped her sword tightly and walked eastward.

On the other side of the capital, the kingdom's warrior captain, Gerdev Storonov, also rushed out of his home.

He quickly put on his armor, with the longsword that had been with him for many years hanging at his waist. The moment he pushed open the door, a stench of blood hit him.

He frowned, but without hesitation, he strode into the night.

Just before leaving, he glanced back into the house.

Brian was sitting in the corner of the living room, holding the knife in his hand, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"Be careful," Gerd said.

Not far away, a citizen was cornered against a wall by two demons, his hands covering his head, his body trembling. The demons let out a piercing scream and pounced on him.

Gerdoff's sword traced a smooth arc in the moonlight.

The heads of the two demons flew off at the same time, blood gushing from their wounds. The corpses tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The citizen collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

Without stopping, Gerdoff turned and ran in the next direction.

He ran while silently praying in his heart.

'I hope this disaster will end soon and that the casualties will not be too great.'

Brian sat in the room, listening to the screams and howls outside the window, his brow furrowing more and more.

His fingers gently rubbed the hilt of the knife, a sign of his restless heart.

He has been staying at Gerdov's house these days.

The man known as the "Kingdom's Strongest Warrior" gradually influenced him with his almost stubborn integrity and kindness.

Brian recalled how he huddled in the rain on a street corner, a time when he had already given up.

Having witnessed Shalltear's strength, he felt like a complete waste, and all the sweat he had poured into practicing swordsmanship became a joke.

It was Gerdov who pulled him out of the mire.

“Fine,” Brian said, scratching his hair, which resembled Shinji Matou’s, and tucked the knife into his waistband. “Consider this compensation for eating and staying at his house for free these past few days.”

He pushed open the door and stepped into the night.

With a flash of light, a demon that lunged at him was cut in half at the waist.

Brian shook the black blood off his knife, a long-lost smile appearing on his lips.

Chapter 64 Demon King Rashael

Meanwhile, on the city wall of the royal city.

The eldest prince, Balubro, looked down at the street scene engulfed in flames.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the smile on his square face was almost impossible to suppress.

If it weren't for the fact that Feifei was standing right behind him, he probably would have burst out laughing.

Everything is proceeding according to his plan.

A demon appeared, plunging the capital into chaos, and he, the kingdom's first prince and the first in line to the throne, was caught in the chaos.

He will become a hero amidst this chaos.

Those lowly people, those ungrateful lowly people, will soon find out who is truly worthy of their following.

Barubro took a deep breath and suppressed the smile on his lips.

He turned around, his face now bearing a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, his eyes filled with anger and worry, like a monarch who truly cares about his people.

"Feifei".

His voice sounded slightly urgent.

"exist."

The warrior in full black armor calmly watched the prince putting on a show before him.

“The capital is under attack,” Balbro glanced at Naberal without changing his expression. “This prince cannot stand idly by.”

He took a step forward and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Feifei, Nabe, come with me to maintain order in the capital and wipe out the demons."

The eldest prince acted very bravely in front of Nabella, hoping to win her favor.

Feifei looked at the eldest prince's deliberately serious face and remained silent for a moment.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Baruburo nodded, turned and strode down the city wall.

Feifei and Naberal followed behind him.

The initial 128 low-level demons were quickly wiped out by the combined efforts of the group.

The streets of the capital were littered with the gray corpses of demons, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The citizens peeked out from the houses where they were hiding, looking around cautiously.

Several daring young men, holding torches, approached the corpses and kicked them with their toes to make sure they wouldn't move anymore.

"Is it... over?" a trembling voice asked.

No one can answer.

Just when everyone thought the capital had successfully weathered the crisis...

A new demon has appeared.

Sixty-four demons of approximately level 20 appeared on the battlefield in the royal capital.

They were larger than the previous gray demons, with jet-black skin like cast iron, and each held a huge scythe whose blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Hell Scythe.

Even a team of Orichalcum-level adventurers would need to go all out to deal with just one of these demons. A single Steel-level adventurer could manage to fight one, but facing such a large number would be no easy task.

The situation in the battle took a sharp turn for the worse.

On an open space in the capital.

Demiurge stood in the shadows, his gaze piercing through the night, observing the battle situation throughout the capital.

His jewel-like eyes gleamed with a cold light in the darkness, revealing a thoughtful expression.

The capital has already suffered heavy losses, with casualties from low-level demons and the Hellscythe continuing to rise.

The bodies of citizens lay scattered in the streets and alleys, houses were burning, and cries and screams mingled together.

But the dragon still did not appear.

Demiurge pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses becoming even sharper.

"As expected... he's not here."

He murmured to himself, a hint of regret in his voice.

With that in mind, he moved on to the next step.

Demiurge activated a skill that can only be used once every fifty hours.

[Summoning the Demon General]

The figure of the wrathful demon general emerged from the light.