Ainz calmly scanned the battlefield displayed across the magical screen, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.
Within his hollow eye sockets flickered a deep, calculating light.
Though his body appeared as nothing more than a cold skeleton, a faint tension stirred within him.
It was not fear of the enemy.
Rather, it was the anticipation and responsibility that came before a decisive battle.
Not long ago, he had been nothing more than an insignificant corporate slave—a disposable cog at the very bottom of society. A nobody whose death would not earn even a single tear.
But the confidence he once wielded in the game, combined with the instinctive calm of the undead, allowed him to adapt to his current identity with astonishing speed.
The honor of Ainz Ooal Gown could not be stained by anyone.
Ainz immediately activated a communication spell.
Magical light flickered in the air, and moments later Albedo's image appeared on the screen. Her beautiful face looked as if it had been sculpted by a master artisan, her gaze unwavering and clear.
"I will increase the teleportation gates to four and deploy every undead unit we have," Ainz ordered in a low voice, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Understood, Lord Ainz!"
Albedo's sweet voice came through the spell.
Her loyalty flowed through every word, easing the faint tension in Ainz's mind.
Next, he opened another communication crystal and contacted another of Nazarick's most dependable warriors—
The Guardian of the Fifth Floor, the ruler of the frozen domain.
A warrior famed for his martial prowess and unmatched battlefield strength.
Cocytus.
When it came to charging the battlefield and crushing the enemy head-on, no one among Ainz's subordinates was more suitable.
Victory in war often depended on the commander… or the spearhead that shattered the enemy lines.
And Cocytus was the spear Ainz trusted the most.
"Cocytus, prepare your Frost Army. The moment a teleportation gate appears before you, launch your assault immediately. Wipe out the enemy's main forces in a single strike."
Within the glacial world of the Fifth Floor, Cocytus stood fully armed.
His towering body looked even more imposing amid the endless frost.
Around his neck hung a golden circular necklace that shimmered with mysterious light.
Crystal gauntlets covered his arms, each engraved with intricate runes containing immense magical power.
Compared to his massive frame, his ankles were slender yet firm, bound with silver shackles that gleamed with cold brilliance.
Every piece of equipment was a magical artifact designed for combat support.
Some increased his raw strength.
Others prevented enemies from flying.
Others amplified the chilling aura surrounding his body—forcing opponents into brutal close-quarters combat with the peerless warrior.
"Understood… my lord."
Flames of battle burned within Cocytus's eyes.
He nodded slightly.
Behind him, the warriors of the Frost Army prepared themselves.
Cold winds howled through the frozen world, as though playing a prelude to the coming war.
Satisfied, Ainz nodded before turning his attention back to the resource list.
He decided to use his final reserves.
A large number of high-tier undead would be summoned—
Elder Liches and Death Knights.
His gaze sharpened with quiet resolve, like a chess player preparing the final move of the game.
"Pandora's Actor."
Inside the throne hall, a figure slowly knelt.
His movements were so precise they seemed carved from stone.
Unlike the other NPCs, he had been personally designed by Ainz.
On his cap was the guild emblem of Ainz Ooal Gown, and he wore a uniform resembling that of an ancient military officer—cold and imposing.
His race was a Doppelganger, the highest class of shapeshifter.
He possessed the ability to copy and transform into up to forty-five different forms, forty-one of which were the Supreme Beings of the guild.
Each transformation retained eighty percent of the original's strength.
His combat power rivaled that of Nazarick's strongest Floor Guardians.
Because of this, he was known as the Faceless One of a Thousand Forms.
At the same time, he served as the Treasury Guardian of Nazarick, protecting the guild's treasures.
He was also responsible for preparing the gold consumed whenever Nazarick's defensive systems were activated.
In other words—
He was the treasurer of the Great Tomb.
"Take my appearance," Ainz ordered.
"We will summon the undead together."
"Understood, Lord Ainz!"
A flash of magic appeared.
Moments later, a second skeletal magic caster—identical to Ainz—stood below the throne.
The two rulers of death raised their hands.
Massive magical energy surged through the air.
Under the blessing of the Throne of Kings, the magic circle ignited with brilliant light.
On the Third Floor burial grounds of Nazarick, the chilling aura of the Elder Liches and the iron presence of the Death Knights spread through the tomb like a silent nightmare.
Ainz and Pandora clenched their hands.
Magic blazed at their fingertips like burning fire.
The light expanded outward.
Complex runes spun through the air, weaving together into a towering pillar of light.
Within the beam, the figures of Elder Liches gradually appeared—cold eyes capable of piercing the soul itself.
Behind them came the Death Knights, clad in black armor and gripping massive blades that radiated murderous intent.
Watching through magical surveillance, Albedo immediately began reorganizing the undead army.
Pandora returned to his original form.
With a wave of his hand, he pulled out hundreds of high-tier mercenary summoning scrolls from storage space.
Under the light of the throne hall, the scrolls shimmered with different colors, each containing terrifying power.
"Lord Ainz… I will begin."
For a moment, something like reluctance flickered in Pandora's hollow eyes.
But his lips curved into a smile.
He had already imagined the astonishing spectacle about to unfold.
He slowly opened the first scroll and began chanting an ancient spell.
A crack of black energy tore open the air.
A demon crawled out from the rift.
Its skin was black as burned charcoal.
Its eyes burned crimson.
Its massive wings beat heavily in the air.
The temperature in the room instantly dropped.
The smell of sulfur filled the air.
Pandora opened the second scroll.
This time his voice became calm and sacred.
Golden light erupted upward.
An angel clad in silver armor descended from the pillar of light.
Her wings were pure white.
The holy sword in her hand shone brilliantly.
The darkness in the room seemed to vanish instantly.
The third scroll followed.
A deep dragon's roar echoed from within it.
A massive shadow emerged.
A giant dragon spiraled through the air, its metallic scales gleaming like polished steel.
Its eyes glowed like gemstones filled with cruelty.
With a roar, the golden dragon spread its wings and breathed scorching fire.
Demons.
Angels.
Dragons.
All gathered under Pandora's summons.
A strange yet magnificent scene filled the throne hall.
Their powers balanced one another, filling the air with tension and sacred authority.
Pandora looked proudly upon the army he had summoned.
The massive consumption of Nazarick's resources felt slightly less painful now.
"Continue, Pandora," Ainz said calmly.
"Do not worry about the cost. Everything we lose now will be reclaimed from this continent… and from the ninja world."
"Understood, Lord Ainz!"
Pandora continued opening scrolls.
More beings arrived.
A necromancer cloaked in black robes appeared, surrounded by countless undead.
A towering orc warrior holding a giant axe roared like thunder.
An elegant elven archer loosed arrows that streaked across the air like meteors.
The throne hall—one hundred meters high, one hundred meters wide, and five hundred meters long—had transformed into a battlefield.
Countless powerful beings gathered there, awaiting the command of the Supreme Being.
Taking a deep breath, Pandora opened the final scroll.
A distant horn echoed from within.
A gold-armored knight emerged from the light.
Behind him marched a cavalry of heroic warriors.
It looked like an unstoppable army.
Ainz gazed upon the magnificent sight.
Excitement surged through him.
Demons.
Angels.
Dragons.
Necromancers.
Orcs.
Elves.
And the golden knight.
Every summon was Level 85 or above.
Some were even Level 100 elites.
Even multiple World Champions would be crushed under the assault of more than a hundred Solar-tier warriors.
As for the ninjas—
They would fare even worse.
Even if the golden holy sword appeared again…
Even if the Uchiha clan's Susanoo was powerful…
It would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Ainz slowly stepped down from his throne.
Every step landed precisely upon nodes of swirling magical power.
Behind him, black despair energy radiated like a storm.
His presence surpassed that of flame demons, twelve-winged angels, and even the Golden Dragon King.
His gaze finally stopped on the golden knight.
The armor gleamed across the knight's giant bloodline body.
His spear radiated golden light capable of piercing darkness.
Behind him stood fifty demi-giant cavalry, all Morning Star and Radiant Moon level warriors.
This summoning scroll was even stronger than the demon army from before.
Ainz smiled slightly.
"Pandora."
"Take my appearance and go to the front lines."
"Announce the power of the Great Tomb to the ninja world."
His voice carried absolute authority.
"Together with Cocytus… crush the ninja army completely."
Pandora trembled with excitement.
For him, every word from his creator was priceless.
And transforming into Ainz's appearance to receive the world's awe—
Was the greatest honor imaginable.
He bowed deeply.
"Lord Ainz… this is only the beginning."
"With your guidance, both the Magic Continent and the Ninja World will fall beneath your feet."
"Then fight for me."
Ainz waved his robe and opened a teleportation gate.
"Pandora, use this power to destroy every enemy."
"I will watch from here."
Even without flesh, the skeleton's face radiated fierce determination.
"No one can stop us."
"Not even the ruler who unified the ninja world."
He raised his hand, as though grasping the entire world.
The summoned beings roared in response.
The throne hall trembled.
"Understood, Lord Ainz!"
Carrying a World-Class Item, Pandora stepped into the portal.
Beyond it—
On the vast plain—
An endless tide of undead surged forward like a raging ocean toward the Royal Court Ninja Army.
The ninja forces had barely rested.
Under Uchiha Hikaru's command and the protection of the three Tailed Beasts, they held their ground like an unbreakable fortress.
An ocean of darkness approached.
Skeleton soldiers.
Ghost knights.
Undead mages.
They marched forward in endless numbers.
Their footsteps rumbled like thunder.
The earth trembled beneath them.
At the front of the ninja army stood an Uchiha Centurion, clad in crimson armor and holding a sharp katana.
He calmly observed the battlefield while calculating his strategy.
Earlier, massive amounts of chakra had been drained for Susanoo.
Half of the combat ninjas were already exhausted.
The remaining half had to continue resisting the undead army.
"The situation is getting complicated."
From the crystal atop her Susanoo, Uchiha Hikaru watched the battlefield.
Her position gave the ninja army confidence while allowing her to oversee everything.
Her eyes burned with determination.
With a single command, the ninja army split into multiple squads.
Earth Release raised massive stone walls, giving the ninjas defensive terrain.
Meanwhile, the Frost Dragon Knights flew through the sky, hunting down flying undead such as bone dragons.
The vanguard of the undead army—
Skeleton soldiers—
Charged forward with rusted swords.
At the centurion's command, ninja squads launched coordinated attacks.
Earth Release techniques divided the battlefield, creating smaller engagements where the ninjas could overwhelm the enemy with numbers.
To conserve chakra, many ninjas fought using blades.
Steel clashed against bone weapons.
The battlefield rang with endless metallic impacts and war cries.
Though skeletons felt no pain—
Their numbers were terrifying.
Ninjas cut down wave after wave, yet the enemy seemed endless.
Behind the skeleton army came the Ghost Knights.
They rode skeletal warhorses and carried lances.
Blue cloaks fluttered behind them like shadows from hell.
Under the centurion's command, the ninjas formed combined ninjutsu formations.
A roaring Flame Dragon surged forward—
Colliding with the ghost knights' bone lances and destroying them.
Meanwhile, undead mages cast dark spells from the rear.
Black beams of magic shot toward the ninja formation.
But a massive barrier created by the Uzumaki clan blocked the attacks like a crystal wall.
The battle grew increasingly fierce.
Weapons clashed.
Magic exploded.
War cries echoed across the plain.
Even Uchiha Hikaru frowned slightly.
And when two new teleportation gates appeared in the distant sky—
Even Uzumaki Mito could no longer remain seated.
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