Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Standing beside him were Albedo and Sebastian.

Facing the pile of gold, Momoga raised the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown in his hand: "Rise, Narberal Gama!"

As Ainz Ooal Gown's staff emitted a bright wave, the two small mountains of gold coins instantly melted, and the flowing golden liquid converged in one place, instantly condensing into a humanoid shape.

Under Momoga's gaze, the humanoid figure became clearer and clearer. A few seconds later, the cold beauty of the Pleiades, Narberal Gama, reappeared in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Taking the prepared clothes from Sebastian, Momoga knelt down in front of Nabella, whose eyes were closed, and draped the clothes over her body.

"Naberal".

This call seemed to give Nabella the last bit of vitality she lacked.

She slowly opened her eyes—

"Lord Momoga!!"

With a gasp, Naberal practically sprang to her feet.

"I am here."

Momoga pressed down on her shoulder: "Naberal, it's alright, we're back."

Nabella looked at Momoga with a visibly shaken expression: "Come back... ah..."

She then realized where she was at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Naberal, it was all my fault."

Seeing Nabella's appearance, Momoga said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Narberal, who had just calmed down a bit, almost jumped up again: "Please, please don't say that! How could you have made a mistake? It was my dereliction of duty; even though I was with you, I still put you in danger—"

“That’s right, Narberal Gamma.”

Behind Momoga, Albedo stared at Narberal with a grim expression and cold eyes.

"You dared to put Lord Momoga in such a dangerous situation; you deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"Yes Yes!"

Nabella, already ashamed, was about to kneel down in front of the guardian steward, but Momoga forcefully pressed down on her shoulder to stop her.

"Don't be too harsh on her, Albedo. If Narberal hadn't sacrificed herself, I would probably be the one resurrected here right now."

"Please, please don't say that! How could you—"

That's the truth.

Raising her hand, Momoga interrupted Albedo: "That man... is just that dangerous."

This was his honest assessment.

If Nabella hadn't blocked that blow, giving him time to deactivate the "Perfect Warrior" ability, change equipment, and use the portal, he would have been killed instantly with only half his remaining health.

Although the resurrection mechanism should still be working normally now, meaning that even if he was killed, he could revive with minimal cost by relying on the item ring he had obtained through in-game purchases, under the circumstances at the time, he really could not afford to hesitate even for a moment.

This was probably the first time since Momoga came into this world that he felt grateful for the strange power that could suppress his intense emotions.

If this force hadn't been there to suppress his shock and anger in time, keeping him calm, I'm afraid...

"In short, you don't need to worry about it. This time, you not only did nothing wrong, but you also did something good. Once the situation has stabilized, you can make any wishes you have, and I will try my best to fulfill them."

Momoga gently patted Nabella's shoulder and stood up: "Sebastian, take her down to rest."

"Yes."

The dragon steward helped Nabella to her feet, and together they bowed to Momoga before leaving the throne room.

"Lord Momoga, who exactly is that madman who dared to harm you?"

Finally able to be alone with Momoga, Albedo couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind.

"...The people in the expeditionary force called him Zheng Jing."

Momoga responded.

He truly hadn't expected that the difference in strength between these so-called courtyard players would be so vast.

Or rather, he had anticipated that among these courtyard players there might be individuals comparable to YGGDRASIL's level 100 players, but he didn't expect to encounter them so early and so coincidentally...

One miscalculation nearly cost him an unimaginable price.

This is why Momoga resolved to be more careful and cautious in the future.

—This also made him remember the name Zheng Jing perfectly.

Ainz Ooal Gown is known for his vengeful nature.

However, he still has too little information about Zheng Jing.

Even from YGGDRASIL's perspective, it's impossible to easily determine just how strong Zheng Jing really is.

It should be noted that even among level 100 players, there are differences in skill level.

As a PVP enthusiast, Momoga understands the importance of intelligence warfare.

Right now, he has good news and bad news.

The good news is that the other side probably didn't get much information about him or the Great Tomb either.

The bad news is that this incident might expedite the investigation, meaning he might not have much time to prepare...

Just as Momoga was pondering how to take revenge, Mare's voice rang in his mind.

【Lord Momoga, a team has intruded into the rear perimeter of the security net!】

[Is the leader a black-haired man with golden eyes? Is the group mainly composed of humans and demi-humans?]

Momoga quickly inquired through the communication magic channel.

【No, no, Lady Momoga. Although there are humans, apart from one, the rest seem to be demons.】

"Ok?"

Momoga let out a low hum.

A team composed of humans and demons?

sound......

This group seems to belong to the True God Army that the succubus and the dream demon once spoke of.

-

"That undead actually managed to sneak in here..."

Having learned the whole story, YOYO covered her head and slumped into a chair with her shoulders slightly down.

The Clear Sound is a magical bell that is only a step away from becoming a legendary object. It has always successfully protected this fortress from the invasion of demons and cultists, and its resounding chimes have protected every warrior of the Holy Expeditionary Force.

But this incident served as a wake-up call for him.

Furthermore, the enemy's methods were far more sophisticated than he had anticipated.

Teleportation is a talent possessed by many demons, so any frontline fortress fighting against demons will set up a powerful magical barrier to guard against these demons' sneak attacks using teleportation abilities.

Conversely, without the aid of special magic arrays, any teleportation from inside the city to outside the city would be restricted.

Even under these conditions, the undead spellcaster was still able to easily escape using teleportation magic.

This means that the opponent's abilities as a spellcaster far surpass those of any spellcaster in this fortress.

...This does indeed match the opponent's powerful performance of annihilating Bai Ling Qingyu in just over ten seconds.

If Zheng Jing hadn't caught this terrifying undead in time, YOYO couldn't imagine what a terrible tragedy would have occurred if he had been allowed to infiltrate the investigation team or left in the fortress.

"Well, it's not your fault. Its trickery was really clever. Just be more careful in the future."

Zheng Jing patted YOYO's back with considerable force, almost making YOYO cough.

"Now that the team is all set up, I'll take them out tomorrow."

"Are you... are you still going?"

YOYO asked the question instinctively, but realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. She quickly added, "I mean, it's clearly a group operation. Why don't you wait a bit? I'll send a letter to Komilia to have her Skyblade Knights come and assist you—"

"No need, no need!"

Zheng Jing waved his hand.

"By the time she brings her people, when will that be? As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot! Little YO, I, Old Zheng, will teach you a trick today!"

He chuckled.

"This is what they call, 'Use your remaining strength to pursue the enemy to the bitter end!'"

Chapter 301: How are you feeling? How are you feeling?

Using the remote observation magic mirror, Momoga spotted the group that had broken into the Great Tomb's security network.

Bizarre-shaped demons surrounded a black-robed man wearing a moon-white mask.

Their movement pattern immediately reveals that the man in the black robe and mask is the leader of this group.

Momoga stared at the black-robed, masked figure reflected in the mirror, recalling the information the succubus and the nightmare had shared.

In contrast to the Holy Expeditionary Force, the True God Army, composed of demons and cultists, turned this world—which they called the Material Plane—into a battlefield.

According to the succubus and the nightmare demon, the demons in the True God's army are basically subordinate to the two powerful demon lords, while the composition of the followers is more complicated. Some believe in the two demon lords, but the vast majority believe in the human god Razmir.

Among them, the followers of Razmir, especially the priests, often wear masks day and night.

These devout followers of the gods firmly believed that Razmir was watching everything at all times through the masks they wore.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the one leading this group of demons is a priest who serves the so-called god Razmir.

Judging from his ability to command demons, his position is probably quite high...

Thinking of this, Momoga couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

If he hadn't been caught before the succubus and nightmare escaped before he could extract detailed information about the two demon lords and the living god Razmir, he might not be in this situation of guesswork now.

Just then, Momoga saw the black-robed, masked man who resembled the priest Razmir suddenly stop.

Then, this guy actually raised his head, and the eyes behind the mask seemed to look directly through the magic mirror, meeting Momoga's gaze!

A coincidence?

--Do not!

After seeing the black-robed, masked man place one hand on his chest in a gesture of respect that was so exaggerated it was almost comical, Momoga knew that this was no coincidence.

The other party was genuinely aware that they were being observed.

Under Albedo's gaze, Momoga slowly stood up in front of the Magic Mirror.

"...Albedo, notify all the Guardians to proceed to the Throne Room immediately."

-

"I've really had enough..."

The red-skinned, fanged ghoul swung its long, whip-like tail, its head bowed, and used its trident to scrape the ground beneath its feet: "Why do we have to listen to this guy? If it weren't for him, we might be eating freshly roasted thighs right now!"

"You just think about it, don't you know that gods and men forbid us from eating people at will?"

A Swift Assault Demon, who was wiping the great axe in its hand, snorted.

The monstrous demon raised his head upon hearing this: "I've heard about it! It's just that eating it in the city is forbidden, but people outside the city can eat it however they want. Look! Last time he even complained that the women and children in the village didn't taste good, and he wanted to steal two noble humans from the city to roast!"

As it spoke, it pointed to the largest demon in the group.

That's a slave-hunting demon.

Upon hearing the words of the monstrous demon, it shook its bull-like head, and its four pairs of limbs, large and small like crab claws, clicked.

"What? I was just thinking about it, I didn't do anything."

"Stop arguing. If you're in such a hurry, why don't you go and ask him why he suddenly stopped walking?"

As he said this, the bare-chested nightmare tossed around a pair of axes in his hands, passing the time like a juggling act.

At this point, the demons all fell silent.

They all wanted to know why the procession, which had been moving along just fine, suddenly stopped.

But none of them dared to ask.