"Indeed, Touch Me-san was an incredible warrior who was almost unmatched amongst the other warriors of YGGDRASIL, however there was just one opponent that even he could never beat."
"Ainz-sama, you can't mean that this child…"
Sebas looked worriedly as he peered at Zesshi once more. The thought that this little girl could beat his own master made him uneasy to his core. It was not fear that he felt right now but rather unimaginable shock.
"No, it's not her, but rather the previous owner of that armour she's wearing."
In YGGDRASIL, the World Champion class was considered something of a legend. From the very first tournament where one could win this class as a prize, it was a highly coveted reward. Entire guilds would flock with all their warriors to try and claim this class for their own. Anyone that would be able to secure this as part of his build would most likely become one of the server's elite fighters and could even receive invitations to join guilds like the Blood-Demon guild or even the Alliance despite these guilds being already maxed out or on long term internships, they were just that valuable. Only nine players had this class so it was no surprise that their names were common knowledge amongst all warrior class players.
However…
Even amongst those, there was one player who stood head and shoulders above the rest. Just one player who managed to break through the very small limitations that the World Champion class provided and reached an even higher level. Originally, after you get the World Champion class, one's other stats would drop quite a bit to make up for the overpowering level of strength that came with the class. But there existed a method to make up even for that weakness.
In the YGGDRASIL lore, it was stated that the ultimate nemesis of the World Champion class was the World Disaster and the World Destroyer classes. Both held destructive power that was easily on par with the former. But it was specifically the World Destroyer class which was the exact opposite to the world champion class. Besides the event to obtain the class being an all-out brawl in contrast to the tournament held to obtain the World Champion class, the World Destroyer class was so powerful because it boosted the stats of all your other classes instead of being ridiculously overpowering on its own. In other words, if one could obtain both classes they would cover each other's weaknesses and create a ridiculously strong character that few if any other warrior characters in the game could match up against.
This was easier said than done as both of these classes were so sought after, the chances of both falling into the hands of one player were extremely small. Still, one player managed to succeed against those immense odds and became so strong that the entire warrior community called for a nerf to either of the two classes. The infamous 'shitty' developers refused, seeing as it would be unfair to the other players who had invested so much effort into obtaining either of these two classes only to have it become weaker than other classes that are more easily procured.
The player that achieved this insane feat was none other than the warrior amongst the six addicts, a player named Rajah. All of the six had names that meant king in different languages, but on the server they were hated for dominating the game with an immense amount of cash items and never-ending grinding, which was why each of them had earned an individual nickname that fit what the other players thought of him. Rajah's nickname was "abusive uncle".
To make matters even worse, he possessed the World Item known as Armor of Schönenberg, an item that could block out all magic damage for a certain period of time. This limited the amount of ways you could defeat him to a number that you could count on one hand.
But Ainz had expected to see the armour here; if anything he had expected to see Rajah or rather one of the other six addicts here as well. This was why he had brought Lycan along for the fight. If only one of the six addicts was still alive and guarding this place, then dealing with him was still within Ainz's capabilities, but if all six remained, he would retreat and bring back the full force of Nazarick.
If necessary, Ainz could create an opening for Lycan to use his "Item Eater" on the World Class item and make it possible to attack the enemy with magic. But seeing that only his outfit was left, it meant that most likely Rajah and the other six had already left this world, one way or another.
"World Class Item holder Rajah! Huhu, it's been ages since I've spoken that name."
"Hoho!"
A surprised voice rang out from beneath the vizier of the helmet as Zesshi had clearly heard something that surprised her deeply.
"To think an undead like you knows the true name of the God of Light! Where did you learn this? Only the archbishops and awakened godkin like me know the true names of our gods. Are you really hundreds of years old and have you met them by any chance?"
"You have a lot to say for someone who should have been turned into roasted meat. Well, it's true that I have met these so-called gods of yours, but you should not think that I carry any sympathy towards them. In fact, I've more than once had a bout with a couple of them."
Although, it was impossible to tell due to the obscured vision of the helmet, Zesshi gave off a feeling of being absolutely gobsmacked. To hear someone say that they had tangled with creatures that were widely regarded as true divine entities was stunning to say the least…
"That's a lie, right? I know very well that you're powerful, but even you couldn't possibly match up against beings that can only be described as divine."
Ainz did not bother trying to argue with this creature as he had come to understand that humans were a race that refuse to believe the truth even if you told them directly if the alternative meant falling into absolute despair.
"Well, whether you believe or not doesn't matter. From here on out, we'll let our actions decide who is right. But first, there's something I'd like you to tell me. You… are just buying time for your comrade or comrades who are currently activating your nation's final trump card, correct?"
Although she appeared to be still and unmoved by Ainz, a slight twitch sprang from her nerves as she heard Ainz's words.
This bastard really did already know about all the nation's trump cards before coming here, and it is safe to assume that he had already made ample preparations against them!
"I'll take that silence as a confirmation. Well then if you'll excuse me, I have business with what lies behind you, but feel free to fight to your heart's content with my two subordinates over here; I can assure you they're not the least bit weaker than myself."
"Ainz-sama, surely you flatter us too much, how can we match up to someone of your caliber?" Demiurge responded to Ainz's flattery with a slight smirk on his face.
"Wait, Ainz-sama, what about me? Surely with my prey in front of me you can't expect me to sit back and relax while Demiurge-sama and Sebas-sama take my kill?"
Lycan pleaded passionately with Ainz. Although he submitted to the strong, it was still difficult for him to ignore the immense urge in his heart to simply lash out at Zesshi who was right in front of him.
"You will stay back and support only if necessary. In the unlikely event that we can't win without removing her armour, only then are you allowed to move out. That item must be procured intact unless it's absolutely necessary to destroy it."
"But Ainz-sama…"
"Sit!"
Like a dog that was commanded by his angry owner, Lycan reluctantly sat down in place like a dog usually would. If an ordinary human or Lupusregina were to see the giant werewolf emperor sitting down like an obedient pet, they could very well cry out in laughter; Lupusregina especially would bust a gut from laughing if she ever saw him like this.
"Aren't you being a little bit too complacent telling me your plan like that, and whoever said that you're getting past me in the first place when I'm right…"