Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight

Gerdoff looked at the eldest prince's profile.

Those blue eyes were fixed on the demon general in the distance, without the slightest fear, but rather overflowing with confidence.

Gerdoff had never seen such an expression on the eldest prince's face before.

'Could it be...'

A thought that even he himself found absurd surfaced in Gerd's mind.

'Could he really be that strong?'

Gerdoff recalled the legends of those heroes who often revealed their true strength only at the most crucial moments.

Perhaps... the eldest prince is just that kind of person?

Silk was stunned.

She remembered what Rune had said during a heart-to-heart talk between the siblings.

"Si, stay away from the eldest prince. He's an incompetent fool; getting too close to him will only bring you trouble."

Si nodded at the time; she trusted her brother's judgment.

But at this moment

Looking at the eldest prince's posture of "not hesitating to expose his hidden strength for the sake of the people," a thought suddenly came to her mind.

'Could it be that brother... is wrong?'

Barubro gripped the hilt of the sword, and the blade slowly slid out of its sheath, gleaming coldly in the firelight.

This is a brand new sword, with no signs of use on its blade.

"Demon King Rasael!"

Barublow's voice echoed in the night sky.

"Your opponent is this prince!"

The sword tip pointed directly at the enraged demon general.

Then Barublow raised his right hand and took the dark robe off his shoulder.

The fabric slipped from his shoulder and spread out in the night wind like a black flag.

The long robe fluttered in the air for a moment before he casually tossed it behind him with an exceptionally graceful and natural movement—the result of the eldest prince's secret practice throughout the entire day.

The wrathful demon slowly raised its enormous hand, its five fingers spread, and stretched it out towards the eldest prince.

The movements were deliberately slowed down, as if to give the opponent time to prepare.

The eldest prince looked at the slowly moving giant hand, and his smile deepened.

"Good timing!"

He shouted and charged forward, his posture heroic and his steps agile, just like a hero charging into battle in an epic.

All eyes were on the eldest prince.

next second.

The enraged demon general clasped his hands together.

The eldest prince didn't even have time to swing his sword. The enormous hand, like a predator gripping its prey, firmly grasped the prince's entire body in its palm.

"Varied"

Before the eldest prince could even utter a sound, it was cut off by the force of that hand.

The wrathful demon did not stop. He lifted the eldest prince high, and then...

It slammed hard into the ground.

Appears in Chapter 67

All of this happened very quickly.

Before Si could react, the warrior captain had already charged forward, his longsword heading straight for the angry demon general's palm.

"Your Highness!"

His anxious voice echoed in the night sky, but he was knocked away by the angry demon who was using the eldest prince as a sword.

The charred humanoid body was gripped by the lower half by the angry demon general, who swept it across like a sword.

Before Gerd could stop, the black, charcoal-like object struck him squarely in the chest.

After a muffled thud, the sergeant's body flew backward, rolled twice on the ground, and only stopped after hitting a broken stone pillar.

He propped himself up, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

The Angry Demon ignored Gazef, who was flying away.

His eyes, burning with golden flames, looked down at the thing in his hand that was no longer human.

His massive hand tightened and loosened, as if testing the resilience of the Great Prince's sword "weapon".

The eldest prince Balubro's body swayed back and forth in the demon general's palm, his limbs hanging limply, like a puppet being manipulated.

Flames burned on the demon general's palm, scorching the eldest prince's skin.

Barubro opened his mouth wide with all his might, like a fish thrown ashore.

But his tongue broke off when it first hit the ground, leaving only a bloody, mangled root that thrashed helplessly in his mouth.

He wanted to question this devil about why things weren't going according to the script, but he also wanted to beg for mercy.

But no sound could be produced.

He could only occasionally squeeze out muffled "clucking" sounds from deep in his throat, like a machine about to break down struggling in its final moments.

His eyes can still move.

Those blue eyes were bloodshot and swollen, with a ring of dark purple bruises around their sockets.

He stared at the fanged face of the Angry Demon General, his eyes filled with disbelief and fury.

But soon, as the angry demon swung his weapon repeatedly, the eldest prince's anger turned into pleading.

Si silently apologized to her brother.

I was so foolish to have wavered in what my brother said.

My brother is never wrong.

She gripped the sword tightly, her long golden hair flowing in the heat.

My gaze fell on the body that was no longer recognizable as human, and an indescribable sorrow welled up in my heart.

The kingdom's first heir didn't even understand his own strength, yet he recklessly charged forward.

Si was about to step forward to help Gerdov rescue the eldest prince.

But another figure was faster than her.

Brian crawled out of the ruins of the blacksmith's shop, covered in dust and with a dried bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

He has recovered.

Brian drank all the healing potion he had gotten for free from the warrior captain's house.

Although you could pour it directly on yourself, Brian always felt that drinking it would be more effective.

He originally intended to use those medicines sparingly, since they were bought with money that Gerdov had worked hard to earn.

But Brian's injuries from that attack were too severe, so in order to help Gerald as quickly as possible, he had no choice but to use it without hesitation.

It's going to be tough on Jeff's wallet.

As soon as he recovered, Brian saw his best friend being sent flying by the Demon King.

Gerdov was pushing himself up from the rubble, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and a large dent in his chest armor.

Brian's eyes instantly turned red.

"asshole!"

He roared and charged out, drawing his sword.

Brian unleashed his martial art, [Flowing Water Acceleration], the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, moving with the speed of a silver lightning bolt.

But the wrathful demon didn't even look at him; he flung the eldest prince at Brian.

The charcoal-like human body tumbled through the air, flying at a speed like a stone thrown by a catapult.

Brian instinctively tried to dodge, but the dark figure was too fast, and he had no time to dodge.

"boom!"

Just three seconds after going live, Brian was knocked away again.

The two figures collided, tumbled twice in the air, and then crashed together into a half-collapsed house by the roadside.

Bricks and stones rained down, burying the two people underneath.

The eldest prince had by then turned as black as charcoal.

After being flung by the Angry Demon General, it was completely broken apart.

Brian struggled to push away the charred body pressing down on him; one of the eldest prince's arms was severed from the shoulder and remained on Brian's chest.

That severed arm was unbelievably light; the bones inside had been burned to charcoal and would crumble at the slightest touch.

Gazef, half-supported on the ground, watched this scene in agony.

He knelt in the rubble, his chest aching, but all his attention was focused on the body that was no longer recognizable as human.

Gazeta is the eldest son of King Lambusa III, to whom he swore allegiance, and is also the heir to the kingdom.

She died right before his eyes.

The sergeant looked at Silk with pleading eyes.

Those eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, and a faint, almost desperate, expectation.

Because Si is a priest who can use the fifth-tier faith-based magic, [Resurrection of the Dead].