Because it had the same attribute as his magic reaction, it was very easy to perceive.
He asked Nabe beside him, "Are there Necromancers like me in the Goddess Cult too?"
"No, the intelligence indicates that the people of the Goddess Cult only use that unique attribute of Fire Magic; there is no intelligence on Necromancers. However, there is currently no intelligence showing that there are no figures in the Goddess Cult who can use other types of magic." Nabe also felt something; there was the scent of the Undead in this underground.
Ainz nodded. "Hmm, it seems we've hit the jackpot this time. Let's go in and take a look."
The Adventurer clad in jet-black armor, holding two greatswords, simply charged headlong into that 'room' emitting the aura of the Undead. In this room,
Two massive Bone Dragon carcasses lay to one side, and in the center, a charred corpse was fixed in place. The magic reaction Ainz had felt was coming from this corpse.
"This is?"
Ainz collected an item from the corpse.
Suddenly, the torches all around were lit.
Figures dressed in red priest's robes, their faces obscured by hoods, poured out from the passages in all directions, heavily surrounding Ainz and Nabe.
"Are you the Goddess Cult?"
"..."
No one answered Ainz's question.
The people of the Goddess Cult were deathly silent.
"It seems a bit different from what the rumors say. I'm quite curious about your matters." Ainz had originally thought the people of the Goddess Cult should be a bunch of lunatics, but the people before him were incredibly calm; he didn't sense any excess emotion from them.
However, the next scene
caused him to overturn his current view.
"For the arrival of the Day of Salvation, we offer our sincere faith to the Goddess! Ughhh-aaahhh——"
Without a word, the people of the Goddess Cult began to self-destruct; one by one, the red robes turned into fire-men, and the air temperature rose sharply. Ainz cursed them as lunatics in his heart.
These guys actually started sacrificing themselves without a word. He looked warily at the monster emerging from the flames. No, to call it a monster would be far too holy. Ainz took a sharp breath; that was an Angel, and not the misshapen kind, but an Angel with the same image as those in the Bible. A beautiful humanoid form, clad in ornate armor, with six wings formed of fire, holding a holy sword in its hand, radiating an incredibly holy and Doomsday aura.
Without a word, Ainz deactivated his disguise skill.
The jet-black Adventurer disappeared, and reappearing here was the terrifying Overlord of Death.
"Be careful, this fellow is a high-tier Angel, and likely one whose attacks carry the true damage attribute. Do not take its attacks head-on."
He warned.
Ainz could see that this Angel's level wasn't high because the cultists who summoned it through sacrifice didn't possess the ability to summon a high-tier Angel themselves, yet they had succeeded. The Angel before him was undoubtedly a high-tier Angel, it's just that the level of this current body was less than that of a high-tier Angel; its essence was unaffected, so this Angel couldn't be measured by normal levels.
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