Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Gegrand strode over, his thick arms still stained with the black blood of the Hellscythe, his face full of fighting spirit.

Tina and Tia leaped off the roof, the ninja sisters landing on either side of Silk, their wine-red eyes fixed on the Angry Demon General's every move.

The entire Blue Rose team is here.

The Angry Demon General's gaze swept over them one by one.

These should be fine, right? Lord Demiurge only said that Mr. Rune's sister cannot be killed, he didn't say that anyone else cannot be killed.

"It seems you're not planning to tell me." The Angry Demon General looked somewhat impatient. "Then let's let our strength speak for itself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in front of Gegran, his enormous fist swung out with a whooshing sound that tore through the air.

Gagran only had time to raise his thrusting warhammer and use the martial skill [Fortress] to defend himself.

The fist landed on Gagran's warhammer.

"boom!"

Gegrand's body flew out like a stone thrown by a catapult, crashed through a low wall, and disappeared into the brick fragments and dust.

“Gegran!” Sis’s voice was filled with anxiety.

She rushed forward.

The sword flashed, and the sword slashed at the arm of the enraged demon general. The blade collided with the scales, sparks flew, but not even a white mark was left.

The wrathful demon looked down at the human woman.

He had already raised his fist, but he forcefully pulled it back, simply waving his hand to brush the silk aside.

Silk rolled twice on the ground, then quickly stood up and once again stood in front of the Angry Demon General.

Iveriai unleashed the fourth-tier magic, [Crystal Spear]. The sharp crystal spear exploded on the enraged demon general, but it was like rain hitting rocks, having no effect whatsoever.

Tina and Tia launched a sneak attack from both sides, their short swords piercing the gaps in the scales, but they couldn't even penetrate an inch.

The enraged demon general swung his fist toward Iveria.

"Iverie!" Si stepped in again.

The enraged demon general could only quickly withdraw his power, his heart filled with extreme frustration.

Every time I was about to strike hard, this guy would block it.

He dared not disobey Lord Demiurge's orders, but this restrained fighting style was even more unbearable than being beaten.

The Angry Demon took a deep breath and decided to wait a little longer.

All he wants now is to finish the task as soon as possible.

The sound of two people's footsteps came from afar.

Gerd and Brian walked briskly from the end of the burning street.

Gerdoff had a long sword hanging at his waist, and his face showed no fear.

Brian followed behind him, holding the knife in his hand, his brow furrowed, looking annoyed that he had followed along.

The Angry Demon's gaze first fell on Gazef.

'Another one with connections.'

This is a human warrior admired by Lord Ainz, and Lord Demiurge also ordered that he not be killed.

The Angry Demon General's mood sank even further.

Then his gaze shifted to Brian behind Gerdoff.

On that fanged face, the golden flames in its eyes suddenly lit up.

This is acceptable.

The Angry Demon General attacked almost without hesitation, and in the next instant, he was already in front of Gazef and Brian.

Gerdoff's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively assumed a defensive stance.

But the wrathful demon was not targeting him.

The fist flew out, past Gazef's shoulder, and aimed straight at Brian behind him.

Brian didn't understand. It was clearly Gazef who was charging ahead, but the attack was coming at him.

next second.

Brian's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. He flew across the entire street, crashed through the wooden door of a blacksmith's shop across the street, and disappeared into the darkness of the shop.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

Gerdoff turned to look in the direction Brian had flown off, a complex expression on his face.

“Brian…”

He looked at the Angry Demon General again, his gaze sharpening.

The Angry Demon withdrew his fist and let out a satisfied sigh.

Finally, I've met someone who can fight me.

Chapter 66 The Sword of the First Prince

The battle had been raging for some time in the open fields of the capital.

Every punch the Angry Demon General threw carried the power to tear through the air.

Despite their best efforts, the difference in strength between the members of Blue Rose could not be overcome by willpower alone.

Gagran crawled out of the rubble, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and gripped her spiked warhammer tightly again.

Tina and Tia attacked from both sides in turn, their breathing becoming rapid and their movements no longer as fluid as before.

Silk was placed at the front, and her long golden hair, damp with sweat, clung to her cheeks.

Her tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, but her grip on the sword did not loosen at all.

"This guy... is impossible to damage," Gegrand cursed gruffly.

Iveria floated in mid-air, the excessive consumption of magic power making it difficult for her to continue.

Brian lay in the ruins of the blacksmith's shop, unable to get up for the time being.

The Angry Demon General stood still, realizing that the opponent's strength was too weak and he was about to lose his act.

Just then, Baluburo came to the rescue.

The eldest prince strode over from the other end of the street, his steps brisk and energetic.

He shed his splendid daytime attire and donned a close-fitting dark battle robe, with a magnificent sword hanging at his waist.

A confident smile graced Barubro's square face; the arrogance that usually lingered between his brows was now replaced by composure.

Gerdoff was the first to notice him.

"Your Highness!" Gazef's voice was urgent. "Why have you come? It's too dangerous here!"

Si also turned her head and looked at the figure walking towards the center of the battlefield, her brows furrowing slightly.

But then she remembered the recent rumors in the capital: the eldest prince had spent a fortune to bring in a newly formed steel-class adventurer team called "Darkness" from Yelantier, a team whose strength was said to be even greater than that of the Blue Rose.

If Feifei and Nabe also arrive, a new team of adamantite-class adventurers joining the battle might truly turn the tide.

Silk's gaze swept past Barublow, searching for traces behind him.

But there was nothing there.

Behind Barubro was nothing but burning ruins and billowing smoke.

“Your Highness,” Si couldn’t help but ask, “Where are the steel-level adventurers you invited? Where are Mr. Fei Fei and Miss Nabe?”

Barubro stopped in his tracks, raised his hand, and waved it casually.

"As for the citizens, the Hell's Scythe hasn't been completely cleared yet. I've already instructed Feifei and Nabe to stay there and help the citizens."

A subtle expression appeared on everyone's face simultaneously.

Surprise? Touched? Or confused?

Is this eldest prince the same eldest prince they know?

Gerdov's gaze lingered on Balubro's face for a moment. He didn't know whether he should believe in this "change," but at least for the moment, the eldest prince's behavior was indeed beyond reproach.

“Your Highness…” Gazef said with a complex mix of respect, “You…”

"No need for further words." Baruburo raised his hand, interrupting him.

The eldest prince took a step forward, his gaze passing over Gazef and landing on the huge figure in the center of the open space.

The wrathful demon general, his eyes burning with golden flames, looked down at the suddenly appearing human.

Barubolo was not intimidated by that gaze.

He straightened his chest and looked back at the enraged demon general with an almost scrutinizing gaze.

Balbro said to Gazef and Silk, "Thank you for delaying the Demon King Rasael for so long."

"Leave the rest of the battle to me."

Gerdoff's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Your Highness!" he blurted out, "This is not right! The enemy's strength far surpasses ours, and even with Your Highness's help, it will be difficult..."

“Soldier Captain,” Balubro said firmly, his eyes full of seriousness, “Don’t worry.”

He paused deliberately, enjoying the feeling of everyone's attention on him at that moment.

"The prince has concealed his strength for many years, and today..."

Barubolo's voice suddenly became firm.

"We must expose ourselves for the sake of the citizens of the capital."

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Even the crackling sound of the flames seemed to be suppressed at this moment.