You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Chapter 337 How did you know I defeated the BOSS without taking damage?

Qualifications? What does that mean?

Before the guardians could react, immense pressure suddenly descended upon them.

boom!

The three weaker members of the maid group were caught off guard and immediately knelt on the ground!

It felt as if the air had turned into a swamp, and every breath, even a blink, became a struggle. Even a fully-leveled NPC with extensive combat experience could not be immune to this fear that stemmed from biological instinct.

That was an invisible pressure powerful enough to calm the tides and stop the gale. It was a powerful aura that even mythical-level BOSSes could not possess. They had never seen such an exaggerated existence since they were created!

Spiritual pressure alone might not be enough to create such an overwhelming advantage, but when game data is transformed into reality, these guardians naturally possess the corresponding attributes.

Vampires, demons, insectoids, dragonmen...

They are anomalies, which makes them powerful. Regardless of their professions, their racial level is generally around level 30 or 40, and their growth potential is also higher than that of humans.

However, everything in this world has two sides, good and bad. They enjoy the advantages of their race and bloodline, so naturally they are also restrained by their "natural enemies"!

Iori is both a grim reaper and a hero, a dragon slayer and an enemy of demons. Countless aliens have died at his hands. What makes these guardians tremble is the figure of the king standing atop those countless corpses!

Throughout human history, there haven't been many Heroic Spirits with such "wide range of tastes" as Iori, have there?

"My lord!"

Albedo looked up in alarm: "Have we done something to offend you? If so, we truly deserve to die!"

"Oh, Your Majesty, please vent your anger as you please, but do not abandon us."

The man in the red striped suit spoke earnestly.

"Lord Aizen, why did you say such hurtful things?"

The white-haired girl in the red dress was on the verge of tears, saying, "I could even offer my soul to you."

"enough!"

Iori stood on the high platform, unmoved by the guardian's pleas.

"I am not abandoning you, but after such an unimaginable event as the transfer to another world, the already barely surviving Ainz Ooal Gown no longer has any reason to exist."

Starting today, Ainz Ooal Gown is disbanded, and the Great Tomb of Nazarick will enter the other world in a completely new form, beginning our new journey!

Therefore, I must ascertain your loyalty and your competence for your current positions.

"it turns out!"

"Should the guild be disbanded...?"

"Does that mean I can't call myself [Ainz Ooal Gown] anymore?"

"There can only be one sun in the sky, and in my heart, Demiurge, there is only one sun: Lord Aizen!"

"Anyway, Lord Aizen will still lead us, so it's alright, right?"

Even if hell lies ahead, I will follow you!

The guardians were only shocked for a moment before accepting the fact naturally, and no one voiced any objection.

After all, the Great Tomb of Nazarick was their true home. The official members of Ainz Ooal Gown, the Supreme Beings, had long since abandoned the Great Tomb, leaving only Iori behind.

So, whether the organization continues to be called [Ainz Ooal Gown] or something else is entirely up to Iori—he has the final say!

As long as Lord Aizen is willing to stay in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, they will resolutely support him!

“My lord, I understand your thoughts. Since a new organization is to be established, it is only natural to weed out the existing personnel based on merit.”

"Why trouble yourself with such a small matter?"

The speaker had just identified himself as "Demiurge," and was about 180 centimeters tall. His skin was slightly dark, but not like the kind that comes from being exposed to the scorching sun. His appearance was not particularly distinctive but leaned towards an oriental style. His hair was combed back into a slicked-back style, and he wore a pair of small round-framed glasses.

—There's a feeling of trying to act like a gentleman but doing it a little reluctantly.

His impeccably tailored suit and tie, and impeccable manners, made him look like a well-trained businessperson.

However, behind it was a tail covered in silver metal, with six spikes at the front and flickering light black flames around it.

This overwhelming sense of evil... even if he really is a businessman, then he must be dealing with transactions related to souls, right?

He is the guardian of the seventh level of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. His race is unsurprisingly "Demon," and among the various branches, "Chaos" is the most feared, known for its exceptional intelligence and cunning in manipulating people's hearts.

Here, he isn't the most menacing, but he exudes the strongest villainous aura; even his current words make his companions uneasy.

"As for establishing ranks and titles, it couldn't be simpler... subordinates can compete against each other, the winner gains the right to follow Lord Aizen, and the loser—"

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Iori interrupted Demiurge's demonic whisper, leaving him speechless and looking bewildered.

"I, how could I dare... Ugh!"

Iori's gaze silenced Demiurge.

"If the guardians were to fight each other freely, it would inevitably be unfair. After all, they are different professions, different races, and have huge differences in compatibility. There are too many factors that can determine the outcome of a battle, and it is difficult to see who is stronger in a one-on-one fight."

Iori smiled slightly: "So, I will personally 'interview' you."

"interview?"

Demiurge was surprised. In his memory, Iori was still a novice character. The sheer power and intimidation he exuded was already quite impressive. Now, he was actually going to put her into actual combat?

Indeed, their supreme ruler is truly unfathomable!

"Let's start with you, Dimio... I'll call you Little Dimio."

"Varied--"

"Why..."

Several female guardians whispered among themselves, while the male guardians looked on with envy.

"call!"

The usually stern and composed demon was overjoyed upon hearing this. "A nickname! Lord Aizen actually calls me by a nickname... Alright, I will do my best to meet any test you give me!"

His excited expression made it seem like he was saying he had no regrets about dying.

"That's right, that's the kind of fighting spirit you need—be prepared to die!"

Iori smiled slightly, and without hesitation, raised her hand and unleashed a [White Lightning]!

call out!

The demonic power of lightning was not released as usual, but was instead shaped into a slender and straight spear and shot out from the fingertip. It broke the sound barrier and accurately hit Demiurge's chest—no, he blocked it with the tip of his tail!

The steel armor plates protected his heart like a breastplate, but the force of the blow still pushed Demiurge far away. To absorb the force, he could only jump backward and land in the center of the arena.

After regaining his balance, he flicked his tail and looked down. He saw a shallow, bullet-shaped dent on the tip of the armor, which made his pupils shrink.

"To be able to use high-level magic without chanting at level one? That's truly extraordinary!"

Demiurge adjusted his glasses, already in battle mode.

Although he dared not be an enemy of Iori, it was clear that only by performing well in this "interview" could he leave a deep impression on Iori, which was very important to him.

"High-level magic? Fine, whatever you say."

In the game, magic is divided into ten levels from low to high. Above these are super-level magics, which are equivalent to forbidden spells. Based on his senses, Demiurge felt that the magic he had just used had the power of a level six or seven spell, which was not a fatal threat to him. However, the speed at which the spell was cast was still amazing.

After all, no matter how skilled you are in the game, even if you can execute a "straight-up" attack, there will still be a pre-cast animation.

"Their reaction speed and defense are pretty good."

Iori's eyes narrowed, locking onto Demiurge: "Then try 'low-level magic' again!"

Demiurge was startled, a sudden warning flashing in his mind. The demon's eyes allowed him to see an invisible force flowing in the air, and without thinking, he leaped into the air.

"The incredible speed of the demon's eight limbs!"

Eight tentacles, seemingly sculpted from chaos, flowed out like liquid from beneath Demiurge's clothes. They appeared soft but possessed a toughness greater than any natural substance, forming a crisscrossing biological shield in front of him.

boom! ! !

Demiurge was unharmed, but the tentacles were forcibly removed.

This is pure destructive force, the most basic demonic art—[Charge], a truly "low-level magic".

However, with the addition of Iori's extraordinary magical power, its power has exceeded the theoretical limit, and it can be said to be a self-created new Kido.

The impact caused Demiurge to feel a strange force piercing through his tentacles and acting directly on him. Although it did not cause him any real harm, it subtly gave him a feeling of "disharmony," as if his soul had left his body.

"This is?!"

call--

Ring!

Iori appeared directly in front of Demiurge and delivered a powerful punch to his wide-open chest, landing squarely on his sternum.

The energy gathered on his shoulders was transformed into demonic power and released like a rocket launcher—

boom! ! !

The atmosphere exploded in a series of translucent ripples, and the great demon crashed to the ground like a cannonball. The magically enhanced arena floor could withstand battles between level 80 or 90 magical beasts, but the impact of this ordinary punch created a crater with a diameter of 20 meters!

"Pretty!"

On the ground, the guardians watching the battle were both shocked and excited, casting adoring glances at the majestic Iori in mid-air, much like noblewomen in ancient Rome.

Sebastian and Cocytus, in particular, are martial artists and true combat experts, specializing in close-quarters combat. Therefore, they are well aware of the subtle and profound techniques within Iori's seemingly simple attacks, techniques that could be studied for a lifetime.

"that's all?"

Iori stood in mid-air, coldly looking down at the huge crater filled with billowing smoke and dust.

"That level is far from enough for someone to stand next to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, an evil aura soared into the sky!

hum~

Almost visible chaotic magic surged into the sky, like a tide of death erupting from hell, instantly transforming the entire arena into a demonic alternate dimension!

huh-huh-

The sound of wings flapping came, and a strange figure flew into the sky, stopping half a meter below Iori. It was Demiurge, wearing a red suit.

However, at this moment, he had clearly revealed his true demonic nature. Not only did bat wings grow from his back, but his appearance also became much uglier, and his eyes, after the disguise was removed, revealed strange pupils like those of a reptile.

"Oh? Finally getting serious?"

Iori said sarcastically.

"I was serious just now, after all, I was facing you as my opponent. But now I'm going to bet everything, because even if no one else is worthy, I, Demiurge, will be the only demon you acknowledge!"

The man grinned and spread his wings, eight tentacles emerging from the shadows around him. The chaotic magic continued to expand, making the blurry outline behind him even more distorted.

What a terrifying sense of oppression!

"This isn't super-level magic; it's a forbidden racial skill that can borrow or even summon primordial demons... Demiurge, even if it's just for vying for favor, this is going too far!"

The boy (or something like that) dressed like a circus animal trainer became enraged: "Is he trying to destroy my sixth floor?!"

"That Demiurge guy..."

Albedo glared at the great demon among her companions, already having made up her mind that as long as Iori lost more than ten points of HP, she would lead the Guardians to kill Demiurge!

【drop! 】

[Trigger: New Player Training Quest]

[Introduction: This is a light attack, this is a heavy attack, this is a roll, this is a jump—]

Alright, go challenge the level 100 Great Demon, young adventurer!

"what!"

Upon hearing the notification tone, Iori laughed heartily: "Okay, that's more like it."

"Be careful, Lord Aizen."

Demiurge's wings flapped, his eyes gleaming, "Even the former supreme beings are no match for me in this state..."

……

"How can those people compare to Lord Aizen?"