“If it’s this one-sided, I really don’t know what to say.”
“...No hidden card?”
“Weren’t they trying to use summoning magic just before?”
“The 3rd tier one?”
“Isn’t that too weak to be considered the trump card? But trying to make a wall with summoned monsters was a good idea”
“I agree! If they weren’t constantly getting attacked, they might have had time to strategize and rebuild the formation~.”
“BUt tRYiNG to UsE fliGhT, NoT a gOOd plan aS wRINkley Old MaN sAiD.”
“Not sure if he was trying to escape or just planning to cast magic from the air…”
“...Priority target. No cover at all.”
The arcane magic caster had already taken a critical injury and was collapsed on his side. If someone was free, they would have used either healing magic or a potion to bring the magic caster back into the formation, but everybody was too occupied. As a result, the only thing the rogue could do was protect him from being dealt the finishing blow.
“But why did they think there would be only that many Nazarick Old Guarders?”
It was a mystery.
Did they think of everything in a way that was convenient for them? It wasn’t because they were stupid. It might have been some human self-preservation method to gather courage and prevent themselves from falling into despair.
“It looks hopeless.”
“Seems so. It looks like it will end soon.”
“OthER sTratEgieS liKE deFeNDinG unTiL tHe otHEr tHieveS REturNeD mIGHt HavE beEN gOOd, toO.”
Everyone looked at Entoma with a cold expression.
“Why’d ya figure they can return?”
“...Brought it on themselves.”
“It would be too much for them to try to leave the Great Tomb of Nazarick.”
A pain-filled voice and something collapsing echoed out. The combat maids looked towards the source and spoke in voice filled with disappointment.
“aH tHe roGUe feLL As wElL.”
“Seems like it’s gonna to be over soon~.”
“We should have let them beg for their lives at the stairs…”
“But they were really confident. I thought they had something up their sleeves.”
It wasn’t sure if the rogue had sprayed it, but the pungent smell of fresh blood wafted all the way to where maids were standing.
“SmELls deLiCioUs…”
“Leave it be.”
Yuri stopped her.
The order from the master was to retrieve the bodies of everyone incapacitated, dead or alive. They could not do something as rude as presenting the body after insects had gone through them.
“FreSH MEat…”
“I’ll ask Ainz-sama for it later, so be patient for now.”
“But won’t we be in trouble now? Originally this was to test how effectively they could take out the ones trying to run away.”
“Looks like it! That’s why lots of strong undead are hiding by the wall.”
“SEeMs CoCYtUs-sAma cALcuLaTEd hE woULD cAtCh tHEm eaSILy.”
“...To attack head on. Unexpected.”
“It’s what happens when you don’t analyze your opponent's strength properly. As for the ones still alive, let’s heal them up and send them off to the interrogation room. For the dead ones… let’s report to Ainz-sama.”
Thus, Parupatra and his team disappeared from the world that night.
Part 2
“Start attacking again!”
Greenham’s shout echoed through the crypt filled with the stench of mould and death.
The room was about twenty meters wide and five meters tall. Amidst the room filled with light made by a magic caster and torches dropped on the ground, were the silhouettes of humans.
Along with Greenham, “Heavy Masher” was cornered. The interior was filled with lesser undead such as zombies and skeletons.
Their numbers were stupendous.
Greenham and a warrior holding a shield held back the tide of death from spilling onto the rear of the formation.
A zombie swung its arm at Greenham’s full plate armour. Even if it was an undead that was stronger than the average human being, it still couldn’t dent the steel armour. The rotten hand exploded and foul-smelling splotches of flesh clung to the armour.
The skeletons were the same. With only rusted weapons, they couldn’t get past the full plate armour imbued with magic. Perhaps one might get lucky and pierce the plate, but that was why it was imbued with magic.
Greenham swung his axe horizontally and took one down, but more undead rushed to fill the gap. The horde closed the distance as if to trample them with numbers.
“Damn it! There’s too many of them!”
The warrior holding a shield beside Greenham shouted with a laboured voice. Thanks to his large shield which covered his entire body, he was not injured, but the shield was covered with all kinds of vile fluids. He was smashing skeletons’ skulls with his mace, but he was slowly being pushed back.
“Where did they all come from?”
The warrior’s curiosity was natural.
Greenham’s team had searched several rooms after splitting off from the other teams at the crossroads. Unfortunately, there wasn’t as much treasure as the mausoleum, but after finding a sizeable chunk of valuables lying around, they slowly searched further. When they entered this room to have a look, the door suddenly opened and the undead started to pour in.
A zombie or a skeleton by itself wasn’t a difficult opponent, but their numbers were the real problem. Even if they fell or got trampled, they wouldn’t die, but the undead would reach the rear flank. Of course, the rear flank wouldn’t be taken out that easily either, but against this many, it was difficult to say.
With a little bit of bad luck, the front would collapse immediately. Greenham thought this, and decided to use the force he had been conserving.
“We’ll finish this in an instant. I leave it to you.”
The rear guard, which had only been slinging stones so far, started to move.
For Greenham’s “Heavy Masher”, undead like these were not really a threat. But because they weren’t a real threat, he tried to conserve their strength by keeping the rearguard in reserve. If the rear guard attacked as well, the undead wouldn’t be a problem.