The summoned creatures soon vanished, pierced by the lance.
It was a truly cruel and unthinkable situation.
But since friendly fire exist in this world, it could be called an obvious strategy.
Ainz regained his composure and began to hatch a plan for this unexpected situation. But to witness a scene where one killed their own summoned creature to restore health, it was something that could never have been possible in YGGDRASIL. As if he couldn’t completely suppress his agitation, Ainz took the full brunt of the attack from the Einherjar that managed to close the distance right up to his face.
“Kuughh!”
Ainz was blown away with a scream; the Einherjar continued her attack with an expressionless face.
As Ainz continued to retreat while under attack, he decided that he too, will lift the seal on his secret weapon.
Shalltear’s ability to summon kin wasn’t unlimited, so it would eventually end. But letting her heal from all of the creatures around her was too dangerous.
Originally, he was going to use it when the Einherjar made its appearance. Aside from her healing herself by killing her own summons, the plan was still proceeding accordingly.
Amongst his 60 or so class levels, there was one particular class.
Even in YGGDRASIL, it was a highly rare class that only a few possessed.
The reason Ainz was able to get such a class was because he ignored power and maxed his death magic for the sake of role playing. A person who only wanted to make a strong character would not have been able to find it. It was a coincidence because builds skewed to the extreme were rare.
The prerequisite was to have five levels in Overlord. The next step was to be specialized almost completely in death magic while having a total level of 95. Only then, could you obtain the class.
A rare class like this, if it were a different game, the information would have been immediately uploaded to a guide site and shared. But YGGDRASIL was a game where information itself had value. Like the case with World Class items, the number of people who freely shared newly discovered information with others was small. This was especially the case with classes that had a secret weapon.
That class was ’Eclipse’.
「The Overlord that has mastered death in the truest sense will rise to this class. Like an eclipse, he will encroach upon all life.」— was what was written in the class status description.
And what he was about to use now, the skill learned at level five, which was the highest possible level of the Eclipse class. It was a skill that could only be used once every 100 hours.
The name of the skill— ‘The goal of all life is death’.
In an instant, a clock with its hands marking the twelve o'clock position appeared behind Ainz’ back. He then cast a spell.
“「Widen Magic: Cry of the Banshee」.”
A woman’s scream rang throughout the surroundings like a ripple. It was a shout with an instant death effect.
It was reinforced by Ainz’ many skills, making it stronger than normal and difficult to resist. But needless to say, it did not affect an undead like Shalltear and neither the Einherjar, who was considered a Construct and therefore had complete immunity to instant death effects.
But strangely enough, not even the creatures in the area that did not have complete resistance were affected.
Despite the strange situation, Ainz did not budge. Actually, events were proceeding as they should.
With a noise, as if matching the timing with when the spell was cast, the clock behind Ainz began to tick.
As his health was being chipped away by the repeated attacks from the Einherjar’s lance, Ainz observed Shalltear from the corner of his vision and at the same time, was disappointed.
He felt anger in his heart towards his friend whom he had been close with, even within the guild.
While Ainz was busy dodging the Einherjar’s attacks, twelve seconds passed. Having completed a full revolution, once again, the hand on the clock pointed towards the sky.
And Ainz’ secret weapon activated.
That moment— the world died.
It was not a figure of speech.
Everything had died.
In front of his eyes, the Einherjar turned into a white mist and began to crumble. Even the lifeless construct had died instantly. Likewise, Shalltear’s kin, succumbing to a power that they could not resist, began to die out.
But it did not end there.
Even the air that was devoid of life died and turned the 200 meter diameter into a space where breathing was impossible. If there had been a being here who needed to breathe in order to live, the dead air would have contaminated the lungs and ended its life.
