Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"It's alright."

Momoga responded softly, signaling Naberal not to panic.

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing looked at him, then at Naberal.

"Momoga, Nabella?"

Momoga nodded in agreement.

Zheng Jing chuckled.

"it is good--"

Then his eyes widened and he suddenly leaped up!

"—What a beautiful enchantress!"

He reached behind his ear, drew his staff, and struck at Momoga's spirit from mid-air!

"Take this from Old Zheng!"

Chapter 299: Why couldn't you hold on?

This blow came suddenly, quickly, and unexpectedly to Momoga.

Years of experience in player-versus-player combat made Momoga instinctively want to cast a spell before the club came hurtling towards him. However, the moment he raised his right hand, he realized that this was a misjudgment caused by his experiential approach.

"Oh!"

The raised right hand sank instantly with a muffled thud.

When the staff was lifted and placed lightly on Momoga's head, the armor on Momoga's right hand, which was pressed down, as a high-level magical artifact, was shattered, leaving only a cracked, pale white bone palm exposed to the wind and sand of the training ground.

—At that very moment, Naberal, who had already switched equipment, raised her gun and cane, her face contorted with rage, and was about to lunge at Zheng Jing’s face!

"stop!"

Momoga shouted, causing the lightning-stirred spear tip to stop abruptly just millimeters from Zheng Jing's eyes.

"Lord Momogha?"

"Put away your weapons, Naberal."

"But--"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Narberal Gama!"

"......Yes."

Gritting her teeth, Naberal glared fiercely at Zheng Jing, who still wore a smile, and lowered her spear.

But she didn't retreat even a step. Judging from her expression, it was clear that as soon as Momoga gave the order, she would immediately thrust the tip of her spear into Zheng Jing's body.

"You have a pretty good temper, huh? You can hold back like this, without letting your companions vent my anger?"

Holding the staff in one arm, Zheng Jing, who hadn't even glanced at Nabella, burst out laughing.

"I just didn't want my subordinates to die in vain."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Momoga's answer, Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow.

"You...recognize me, Old Zheng?"

"No, this is our first meeting."

"So you have so little confidence in your subordinate? I think she's quite skilled, and she exudes a murderous aura."

Momoga fell silent.

At first glance, Zheng Jing's blow seemed to have only shattered part of his armor and injured his arm.

But only he knew what was going on. Seeing that he had lost almost half of his life points, Momoga felt that this world was fucking absurd!

It should be noted that this appears to be a purely physical attack.

Although most skeleton-type undead are weak to blunt attacks, he has long since overcome this through class combinations.

No, to be precise, he actually has extra resistance to blunt damage in order to troll others in PvP.

After reaching level 100, as an undead, Momoga only has two weaknesses in terms of damage feedback: fire and holy damage.

It wasn't that he didn't want to strive for perfection; it was simply that for the undead, these two weaknesses could only be addressed through various external means, unlike physical damage such as blunt force injury, which could be completely overcome.

Zheng Jing's strike just now appeared to be purely physical damage, without any additional elemental damage.

It even seems like they went easy on him!

In other words, his opponent, having withstood his blunt resistance, used a blow that was most likely delivered with restraint, to take away nearly half of his health...

In other words, if that blow had landed on Narberal instead of him, then Momoga could have immediately ordered the Great Tomb of Nazarick to prepare for Narberal's resurrection.

In YGGDRASIL, such attack power is basically only achievable by melee specialists who have reached level 100!

This dangerous individual was being held down with a weapon.

While using the magic "Perfect Warrior" and wearing melee class equipment, he is unable to cast spells in this state.

To cancel the Perfect Warrior effect and switch to his usual outfit, it takes at least one second.

Given the distance between them, Momoga didn't think he could outrun the stick in Zheng Jing's hand.

...Actually, if he had let Naberal attract Zheng Jing's attention in that instant, he might have gained a precious second.

But in that instant, he almost instinctively stopped Nabella.

the reason is simple.

Momoga, it is still uncertain whether Narberal can be resurrected in the Great Tomb after her death.

If I die... then I'm really dead—and I'll never come back.

The fear triggered by this thought made him speak before the force that could suppress his intense emotions could emerge.

The good news is that he successfully stopped Nabella.

The bad news is that he now has to figure out how to deal with the dangerous man in front of him.

"...Does the Holy Church's Expeditionary Force not even tolerate those who wish to repent and reform?"

Momoga suddenly spoke up.

"Oh?"

Zheng Jing seemed intrigued by these words: "From what you're saying, you're inclined to do good?"

"Doesn't the fact that I'm here prove that?"

Seeing that Zheng Jingzhen was following the topic, Momoga immediately said, "If I were a demon or a cultist with ill intentions, wouldn't I have been detected by that clear voice when I entered the city?"

"Hey."

Zheng Jing chuckled.

"It's good that you're inclined to do good! I don't know much about the Holy Church Expeditionary Force, but if you're willing to turn over a new leaf, no matter what others say, I, Old Zheng, will definitely be happy to help you!"

"The premise is that you really want to change."

As he spoke, he actually retrieved the golden cudgel, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and said to Momoga with a grin, "Well then, I, Old Zheng, will ask you two questions. If you answer them truthfully, I'll believe you this time, and I'll vouch for you when we get to Little YO!"

The moment the stick left his body, Momoga almost couldn't resist striking back.

But when faced with those golden eyes, he hesitated for a moment and still didn't dare to make a move.

"...Go ahead and ask."

"Alright, let me ask you, have you ever taken anyone's life?"

"Have."

Momoga answered this question very decisively.

Since he had already said that he wanted to turn over a new leaf, he must have done evil things, so he judged that he should not hesitate to answer here.

"happy!"

Zheng Jing clapped his hands, bent down, and moved closer to Momoga: "One last question."

"Have you ever harmed any of the righteous soldiers of the expeditionary force?"

"..."

This time, Momoga didn't dare to be as decisive as before.

He remained silent, but Zheng Jing did not urge him.

She simply smiled and watched him wait.

But Momoga couldn't see even a hint of a smile in those golden eyes.

"......No."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing suddenly started walking, circling around Momoga and Nabella.

He turned around, shaking his head and looking them up and down.

After circling around, he stopped and asked with a smile, "Really not?"

"No."

"Ugh."

Zheng Jing sighed.

"I gave you a chance, why couldn't you seize it?"

Before she could finish speaking, Naberal moved.

She fused herself with the spear and, with a self-sacrificing momentum, charged headlong into Zheng Jing!

"Hurry up—"

The words of loyalty were swallowed back down by the overwhelming force that swept over him.

Naberal's reaction was undeniably fast, at least faster than Momoga's.

pity.

They still couldn't keep up with Zheng Jing's Ruyi Jingu Bang.

A blow to Nabella's abdomen shattered her beautiful and functional armor into pieces. The cold beauty didn't even have time to utter a cry before she was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into Momoga.

The impact was still as powerful as ever, and it actually sent the two bodies, which seemed to be twisted together, flying into the air!

Finally, Momoga was able to distance himself from Zheng Jing.

But he couldn't be happy.

They didn't even manage to seize this precious opportunity immediately.

—Because right before his eyes, Naberal's body suddenly twisted, and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Naberal's race is a dual illusion.

When she dies, she will be like a fleeting shadow under the blazing sun, leaving nothing behind.

Nothing...

With a flash of magical light, Momoga's armor vanished, and the undead archmage, now clad in divine armor, was finally able to reveal his true form.

And the first thing he did after revealing his true self!

"call--"

The stick passed by first, then the sound arrived.

Zheng Jing, who had missed his target, pressed down on Jin Yun, scratched his cheek, and looked around at the sky where he stood alone.

"That White Bone Demon, she's quick on her feet."

Chapter 300: What else is there to say? Chase after them!

"Now, let's begin the ritual to resurrect Nabella."

In the tenth level of the Great Tomb, between the thrones, Momoga, holding Ainz Ooal Gown's staff, stood before two small hills of gold coins.