"[Teleportation]"
In a flash of light Ainz had vanished before Zesshi's eyes, causing intense anger to swell in her heart, to think that this mage would actually be arrogant enough to try and get past her with teleportation magic.
She immediately turned around only to see that Ainz was already halfway the corridor and steadily on his way towards the inner sanctum's treasury. Without thinking and with almost supersonic speed, she dashed towards Ainz as she readied her war scythe to swing down upon Ainz's skeleton head and cleave him in two!
The corridor that led inwards into the treasury was long and wide with two files of pillars supporting the ceiling. It was made so that in an event of breach, it could be collapsed so that the treasures inside could be buried outside the reach of those who would misuse them. This time, Archon had chosen to believe in Zesshi's prowess instead of collapsing the tunnel to buy himself more time as it was not unthinkable for Ainz to be able to easily get past such a blockage. A bad choice, as such an obstacle would delay Ainz longer than a single warrior ever could. But because the corridor was so long despite Zesshi charging at him with an absolutely astounding speed, he still had enough time to say these words.
"Like I said, my subordinates are quite strong too you know."
Just as Zesshi was about to swing down her scythe upon Ainz, she felt a monstrous killing intent behind her as her hairs stood on end from the sheer danger that was being emitted from it. With incredible or rather superhuman reflexes, she cancelled her strike and instead prepared to block the incoming attack. From her left side came an insanely strong roundhouse kick flying her way launched by none other than that weak looking butler character that had walked in when she was expecting a dragon instead.
As the heel of the foot made contact with the steel pole of the war scythe, Zesshi felt an immense force pushing against her that was stronger than anything she had ever felt before. Even when Lycan had charged against her with his 'Berserker Mode' and landed the first strike, she had still been able to somewhat receive the attack despite being blown back. This time, she could not even mount the slightest bit of resistance as she was violently sent flying like someone had kicked a pebble on the road to see how far it could go.
"Gyaaah!"
A girly sound came from the flying as Zesshi was flung straight into one of the pillars that held up the ceiling and even flew with such force that she and her armor crashed straight through it and slammed into the wall with a solid bang.
While Zesshi's figure was being kicked into the wall like a ragdoll, Ainz didn't so much as look back at how Sebas had stopped her foolish charge. To him, Zesshi was already dead, or at least a resolved problem as Sebas and Demiurge should be more than capable of dealing with her. All that was left was to secure the one item that could destroy all his plans: Ahura Mazda!
As Ainz walked onward and finally disappeared into the room at the end of the corridor, Zesshi lay unmoving with her back against the wall, seemingly having lost consciousness from a single blow. The two guardians simply watched patiently as they made no effort to approach the body.
"Young miss, don't you know it's rude to pretend you're asleep in the presence of others?"
Demiurge's voice rang without the slightest bit of anger of hesitation as he looked at Zesshi's body.
"So I couldn't fool you that easily, huh? And here I was thinking you were just arrogant fools who were probably overconfident in their strength. Turns out you have some brains too."
Without any problems to speak of, Zesshi effortlessly got up as if that strike from before had never landed. The armor that protected her from magic was apparently good at shielding physical damage as well.
Looking at the sight, neither Sebas nor Demiurge had expected anything different. This woman had won in a one-on-one fight against Lycan. If she couldn't resist at least this much, then the status and prestige of being a high level NPC would be next to useless, even if it was Lycan who was amongst the weaker half of the high level NPCs.
"Hmm, Sebas, if it's okay with you I think I'll leave the front to you and provide support."
Sebas took a second glance at Demiurge who seemed to contain no malice and decided that perhaps his master's words really did have an effect on him so he could just take them as they were.
"Very well then."
Readying himself Sebas stepped forth raising his fist and tightening his white gloves. This did not in any way enhance his abilities, but it was simply his habit of steeling himself before a fight.
"What's this, old man? You really think that you're my match with nothing but your fists against me and the full power of this relic and my weapon?"
Sebas did not say anything and merely placed himself in a combat stance with his point of gravity lowered and his weight completely distributed between his two feet. All that remained now was for Zesshi to attack.
"Alright then, here I come!"
Zesshi dashed forth with her war scythe in tow. She already knew that this man was far beyond ordinary as he could catch up with her at full speed and send her flying with just a simple kick. But it would still not be enough. Not when she too had her trump cards.
Before she reached her opponent, before Sebas was within her range of attack, she swung her war scythe sideways towards her enemy, making a swiping sound as it cut through the air, seemingly hitting nothing.
This was the exact skill that she had used to gain the upper hand against Lycan. The technique was wind based and therefore invisible to the naked eye. Combined with being near soundless, it was very difficult for any opponent to evade or even see the attack coming. Her pulling out one of her best moves was a testament to her high evaluation of Sebas despite what she said. In reality, she was extremely cautious of this foe that had send her flying with one strike.
Still it would not matter, even if Lycan had told them about it one could still not dodge it without experiencing the timing between the swing and the impact, keeping this in mind her victory became that much more of a certainty.
If it was anyone other than someone of Sebas' level.
Sebas didn't bother dodging in the slightest. He merely stretched out his palm as he gauged the trajectory of the attack. Normally, any man foolish enough to try and block an air slash with only his hand would lose that very same hand as a penance for his foolishness. But Sebas was obviously different.
Without a single sound or other indication that the strike had approached its target, the fabric of Sebas' glove tore open as a slight cut could be seen on the cloth, but no visible injuries or blood appeared from this tear whatsoever.
Zesshi doubted her own eyes as thousands of thoughts ran through her head like a stampede, causing her head to almost swell from bewilderment. If her opponent had dodged, she could understand, even with that having been thought impossible she could still accept it. If he had blocked with some kind of magic or defensive skill she could understand, but…
"How the hell did you block my air slash with just the bare palm of your hand? That's absolutely impossible!"
Zesshi's shouts fell upon deaf ears as Sebas ignored her wails of doubt and disbelief as he casually started walking to her like taking a stroll to the park.
As he continued to be stared at by Zesshi, he simply kept calmly walking forward until…
There was not the slightest indication. Most warriors called it a phantom strike, the art of being able to start an attack and already be at the enemy's throat before he realised what had happened. Many warriors could train their whole lives to try and conceal all signals that their body made before attacking and they still would only barely scratch the surface of this art. But Sebas, with little effort, did exactly that and attacked in a way that Zesshi barely had any time to realize what had happened when Sebas' fist was already within inches of her face.