Chapter 12
Ignacio stepped out of a pillar of fire and came to stand next to Ainz. He nodded to the obviously tense Lich and followed him as he walked. There was dead silence as they walked, only broken by the crunch of their feet against leaves and twigs strewn across the grounds. The heavy thud of Ignacio's clay feet. The almost hollow sound of Ainzs' feet clad in metal boots.
Not a single animal dared make a sound as two beings who were unto gods, walked through the woods. They arrived to a forest clearing. In the middle of the clearing stood Shalltear Bloodfallen, her head slack, her eyes vacant.
However, her weapon, the divine-class spear known as the Spuit lance was clenched in a taloned grip.
Ainz cautiously motioned for quiet as Ignacio and Ainz approached the Lolita vampire. Ignacio stopped a few paces away as Ainz stepped within arms reach of the vampire. The Lich coughed, clearing his throat before speaking.
"Shalltear, have you truly betrayed me?"
The vampire stayed stock-still, no emotion on her face, not even a blink. Ignacio shook his head from where he was observing.
"Ainz," he called. "Use a ring of three wishes if you have one, if that won't work, then we both know what this is…"
Ainz's body rattled in a full body shiver as he considered the prospect that Ignacio was suggesting.
"World Items…"
Wasting no more time, The Ancient Lich held out one hand, the platinum ring catching the light of the midday sun as Ainz Ooal Gown began the invocation.
"Shooting star, guardian of wishes, hear my plea and grant my request!"
A green glowing magic circle formed around the Lich, and the world itself slid into darkness as magic beyond the ken of mortals was called into being, but, just as Ainz was about to release a sigh of relief, the magic circle shattered.
With a single glance to AInz, Ignacio teleported in another flame portal, Ainz taking stock of the situation quickly left in a dark shimmer.
They both came back into existence at large tree in the middle of another clearing a good 200 meters away.
Ignacio watched dispassionately as Ainz began kicking the ground, sending small tremors through the earth every time he kicked. The clay form of Ignacio just continued too wait patiently as the emotional passive of the undead Ainz to kick in.
Ainz finally took control of himself after several tense moments before turning to Ignacio.
"Plan?"
Ignacio shrugged his massive shoulders.
"Simple. You get back and get kitted out to deal as much magic damage as you possibly can. I on the other hand am going to break out E.N.D."
Ainz started slightly. One of the reasons Ignacio's guild of Temperance was considered the top crafting guild in Ygdrassill was because Ignacio's abilities in combat. There only one occasion in Temperance's history where they had been successfully raided. The Workshops had been attacked by a collection of over fifty minor guilds that had managed to reach the final level and make off with tons of loot. When Ignacio had learned of the attack, he had came back, taken E.N.D. out of storage and proceeded to take out each guild individually with no assistance, brutally rolling over any opposition, bringing his opponents bases down around their ears. Each piece of E.N.D. was considered to be on par with any god level item, and all together equal to almost any world level item.
Ainz had to ask, it seemed like brining a tank to deal with a cockroach.
"Are you sure? E.N.D. has always been your nuclear option."
Ignacio gestured as the glass sphere in his chest roared with an inferno of flame that raged against its container.
"Whoever did this has access to World-tier artifacts if they were able to enthrall an undead and resist a ring of shooting stars. Now is not the time to play gently, now is the time to put the fear of god into anyone. Even our guardians. We need to be able to show why we are the gods of this world."
Ainz nodded resignedly, prepared to go to war.
Great Workshops- War Vault
Ignacio stomped through his personal workshop, Servitors, Simulacrum, and low level assistants all hastily bowed and moved out of the way, Ignacio's aura of command thick and heavy in the air, pressing down on anyone nearby. He stopped at a great silver door, stuck into the back of his workshop. He held out one hand and placed it flat onto the door, and then pressed.
The clay orbs that made up the hand sank into the silver door until the entire hand was submerged into the living silver of the door.
With a grinding of gears, the door dissolved into a puddle on the floor, revealing a small room. In the center was a humongous set of obsidian armor, with molten veins running through it, lending it a demonic presence. Clenched in both gauntleted hands was a massive dark grey Warhammer, studded with clear diamonds like gems. And at the neck the armor was a gorget that was seemingly made out of a crystalized light.
The armor of Endurance, impede with the a sliver of the power and energy of the very planet itself, giving Ignacio endless stamina and increased power.
The gorget of Negation, a special neck piece that Ignacio had made specifically for duels and battles with players who were close in power to him. Unlike Ainz who had made it so only people over a certain level could harm him, the gorget of Negation made it so only people under level 40 could harm him.
And finally, the hammer of destruction. A Warhammer that would remove anything other then Ignacio's armor from existence, sending it somewhere. He didn't actually know where the things he hit were sent, but there you go.
Mary came up silently behind him, and watched impassively as Ignacio strapped on his armor. She took a careful step forwards into the alcove and spoke quietly, but firmly.
"Are you sure about this my lord?"
"I am."
Ignacio held up his hammer, and slung it over one shoulder.
"Have the runic stakes been prepared?"
Mary nodded, her face frowning slightly.
"Yes lord. Holy dragon silver consecrated with holy water and engraved with lighting, fire, and dark runes. Further modifications have been made to ensure that they can levitate and have proximity triggers."
Ignacio nodded, and took one giant step out of the room, ushering out Mary in front of him, the living silver of the door rose up to resume its solid form. The ancient being turned to regard a veritable mountain of ornate silver stakes, with runes of power burned into the metal, and spiraling down to a rash sharp point. He tapped the immense pile of stakes with one clay digit, causing them to disappear in a shimmer as they went to Ignacio's inventory.
Ignacio turned to regard Mary.
"Remain here. Raise the alert level of the Workshops to maximum. If I am defeated in battle attempt project Phoenix. If that is unsuccessful enact scorched earth protocol."
Mary bowed, and watched as her master disappeared in a pillar of fire.
Scene Break
Ignacio stepped out of a pillar of fire, just over two dozen yards away stood the still insensate Shalltear.
Ignacio drew out the first grouping of spikes and threw them into the air, where they froze at their apex, bobbing gently in the air as the runes of levitation took hold. Quickly throwing out the rest of the stakes, Ignacio muttered something as he waved his hands, as though conducting an orchestra, causing the spike to move and shift.
As Ignacio was arranging the spikes in the air, Ainz appeared behind him in his own war regalia. Unlike his original plan that he would have used if Ignacio hadn't jumped in, Ainz was now dressed a black and silver robe fitted gold scales that glittered and shown as though illuminated from within. In one hand he held a staff of gleaming gold, studded with chunks of a grayish steel that seemed to fade in and out of existence. He stood patiently as the spike formed a dome around the still unresponsive Shalltear.
As soon as the stakes were in place Ignacio turned to Ainz and nodded. The lich nodded back and chanted, instantly a dozen drifting master minds materialized outside the dome of spikes. He continued by applying a half dozen buffs before turning and beginning yet another chant as a humongous magic circle sprang up around him.
Ignacio turned to regard the dome of silver and held out one gauntleted hand. There was almost complete silence for a few moments, broken only by Ainz's chanting as he Imbued as much energy as he could into the super tier spell he was planning to cast, Ignacio took in one deep breath that he didn't need, savoring the smell of the burning ozone in the air.
He took a moment, his outstretched hand steady and unmoving. With a roar that shook the very ground he stood on, Ignacio clenched his outstretched hand into a mighty fist, causing the silver stakes to impale Shalltear from every direction .
A long drawn out wail echoed from Shalltear as the blessed, holy, and element infused weapons pierced. But the pain she felt then was nothing compared to when Ainz Ooal Gown, master magician released his overpowered super tier spell.
"FALLEN DOWN"
A pillar of light and fire, a ray of utter destruction that seared Shalltear to her very bones blasted down from the heavens.
As the dust cleared from Ainz's spell, Shalltear was revealed, cold in her red combat armor and panting heavily, her left arm twisted and broken, her helmet showing scorch marks and streaks where the metal had melted from the heat of the spell.
But the eyes told the true story, burning a bright pink and filled with hate and malice, she hissed.
"If thats how you want to play it, then fine!"
Wolves and bats mad of living shadow slipped out from Shalltear writing and twisting shadow. And finally kneeling on the ground she called on her trump card.
"Valkyrie"
Authors Note
A new chapter after far too long. A fellow author's computer was broken and so we focused on getting it fixed. Finally got his new computer just a couple days ago. More chapters for other stories and a new story or two in the works to get posted this weekend
