Seeing no movement from the two lords behind him, Yamsa had no choice but to walk to the front of the formation alone.
"I am Yamsa, a subordinate of Demon Lord Clayman and the commander of this army. What do you wish to say?"
The reason Yamsa announced Clayman's name was that he hoped to use the Demon Lord's title to intimidate the opponent.
But the other side didn't seem to buy it at all... Albedo frowned slightly. "My master does not believe this is the posture of one prepared to listen respectfully."
Having said that, she nodded slightly to the side. "Demiurge!"
Demiurge understood perfectly.
He slowly took a step forward.
"Kneel!!"
An invisible ripple spread out, and the moment it touched Yamsa, it rippled away like water.
Yamsa's knees slammed directly into the ground, even smashing two large craters into it.
He looked at Demiurge in disbelief. "What did you do?!"
Demiurge gave a cold smile. "Prostrate!!"
"Bang!"
Yamsa was once again forced by the invisible power to kowtow.
He lifted his head in anger. "You bastards, who on earth are you?!"
Demiurge glanced at Yamsa indifferently and ignored him.
His words were law—no, it was 'Command Mantras' that could forcibly control creatures of a lower level than oneself.
For a max-level Demiurge, controlling someone like Yamsa, who was merely Level 80, was child's play.
"Master, he is now in the posture to listen respectfully."
At this time, Draco spoke flatly, "Raise your head!"
"Look up!!" Demiurge barked.
Yamsa obediently raised his head, his eyes filled with a look of pure malice.
Used to lording it over others as a subordinate of a Demon Lord, Yamsa had never experienced such humiliation before.
Especially in front of subordinates he used to order around, this humiliation was even more unbearable.
"I am the Guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown and the Master of Nazarick, Draco!"
"Now, what business do you have in my territory?"
Yamsa snorted coldly, showing no fear; instead, he carried a hint of provocation.
He had someone backing him up.
"You're not afraid?" Draco asked with interest.
The corner of Yamsa's mouth curled into a mocking arc. "You're not a Demon Lord, so why should I be afraid?"
"Humph, humph..."
"Humph, hahahaha..."
Draco suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"How pathetic, to actually believe that a Demon Lord is everything."
"What a truly sorrowful mindset."
In the opposing army, veins popped on the foreheads of Carrion and Milim.
They were catching flak even while doing nothing!
A sarcastic smile hung on Yamsa's face. "That's because you haven't witnessed the power of a Demon Lord..."
"State your purpose for coming here. I've been patient enough listening to your nonsense!"
Draco cut Yamsa off directly, his tone suddenly becoming sharp.
"Hmph. The Duchy of Nazarick has illegally purchased a million slaves from Kistav. I have come by Lord Clayman's order to take those slaves back."
"If you know what's good for you, you'll surrender quietly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Actually, you must also apologize and pay compensation for your rude behavior."
"I see the women around you are quite attractive. If you're willing to give them to me, we can consider this matter settled."
Yamsa became increasingly arrogant as he spoke.
He was truly saying the most insolent things while on his knees.
The soldiers behind him couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.
Big brother, at least read the room before you start talking trash, okay?
From Albedo, Shalltear, and Aura, a visible and tangible terrifying killing intent began to rise.
Yamsa, however, paid no heed to any of this and continued to prattle on.
Seeing that the situation was turning sour, Demiurge quickly intervened to prevent them from losing control and violating Lord Draco's orders.
"Shut up!!"
Yamsa was instantly silenced.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick had a famous saying: "Death is a mercy!"
Draco sighed softly. "Alas, it seems you won't be dying today!"
"Master, would you mind if I taught this fellow a lesson?"
A cold light flickered in Shalltear's eyes as she lightly licked her enticing ruby lips.
Draco shook his head, indicating he didn't mind.
"We have a Recording Crystal, so remember to be elegant."
And so, Shalltear leaped lightly off the platform and walked slowly toward Yamsa, the temperature of the surrounding air seeming to drop by ten degrees.
A cruel smile played on her lips. "Let's play a stimulating game!"
Her voice was exceptionally charming, yet it sent shivers down one's spine.
"Demiurge!"
"Free movement!!"
With the command, Yamsa's body immediately regained its ability to move.
"Filthy bug, are you ready?" Shalltear said contemptuously.
"If you can defeat Shalltear, I will grant you a painless death!"
Draco spoke to a somewhat confused Yamsa.
"Are you kidding me? I am the Frozen Magic Swordsman!"
"I am a Special A-Rank Warrior, a Calamity-class existence of terror."
"Though I don't know what item magic you used just now, it must be extremely precious, right?"
"Releasing my restraint is your greatest mistake."
Yamsa grinned hideously, and the armor on his body erupted with a dazzling blue light.
He drew the blue ice-crystal longsword from his back. This was the divine artifact Clayman had given him, the Frozen Magic Sword.
This was also the origin of Yamsa's title as the Frozen Magic Swordsman.
"Beauty, endure my sharp ice blade!"
After saying that, he brandished the blue ice-crystal longsword and slashed at Shalltear.
Shalltear stood her ground, her face showing no sign of panic.
She extended her slender, snow-white right hand—more accurately, the pinky finger of her right hand.
Her clean, white nail lightly traced through the void.
Clang—!!
A crisp sound of collision rang out, and Yamsa felt a wave of numbness in his arm.
Shalltear's dress fluttered from the wind of the impact, her long pink hair dancing, making her look exceptionally ethereal.
Her pinky fingernail had actually blocked Yamsa's attack head-on.
"Oh my, this nail clipper of yours is a bit dull."
The lighthearted comment made Yamsa tremble all over.
"How is this possible?"
Yamsa cried out in shock, "How could you possibly block my Frozen Magic Sword? This is a divine artifact!!"
In disbelief, he continued to swing his blade and slash away.
The "cling-clang" sounds of metal clashing echoed continuously across the battlefield.
But every time, he was easily repelled by Shalltear's slender pinky finger, which was nothing if not elegant.
"Ah! Impossible!"
"Monster! You're a monster!!"
Yamsa even suspected that the young girl before him was not human.
Shalltear smiled slightly. "I've played enough. Now it's your turn..."
"Pain Descent!"
"Ah!!"
This was a type of mental magic. Yamsa's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and his body became unsteady, nearly falling to the ground.
"Damn you, stinking bitch!!"
He roared frantically, trying to alleviate the pain in his body.
"Tsk!"
"Skinning! Slicing! Gallbladder Rending..."
"Ah——!!!"
A miserable scream resounded throughout the battlefield, deafening to the ears.
Accompanying the scream was that demonic laughter.
"Is it fun? Yahahaha..."
The crowd watched the scene before them and couldn't help but swallow hard in unison.
This woman was too terrifying!
Subarashii~
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