Cainabel slowly lifted her umbrella forward then pointed it first to the not-Lancer, then to the stone-slinging probably-Archer. Someone not acquainted with Cainabel would say that such a gesture is a way of showing her doubts and worry in fighting two Servants. And in a way, it was true. However, these were not the gestures of a nervous fighter that is in a difficult situation - a warrior unsure of their ability in a battle with two opponents at once. But instead it is the indecision with which a restaurant patron would be at a loss in choosing between two equally tasty dishes in front of him, trying to determine which one to eat first, and which second. Given Cainabel's light dreamy reverie and her nature as a vampire, such a comparison was especially appropriate.

"You're strong, I feel that you're stronger than anyone I've ever fought before," the non-Lancer smirked, "but then again, I haven't met much..."

After the talk died down, chains burst from under the earth and encircled the not-Lancer, after which they sharply stabbed down back towards the ground, trying to force him to the ground. To Cainabel's surprise, the spell that was supposed to literally put the Servant on his knees only slightly affected him, forcing him to stagger instead.

"Oh," the not-Lancer looked at the chains surrounding him in surprise, then towards Cainabel, "Hmm, the fact that these chains affect me at all means you have some Divinity... True, it's not of a very high rank. Does this mean that you are some kind of petty elemental spirit?". Unknowingly, or perhaps not, the not-Lancer's words would elicit a huge reaction from Cainabel.

Cainabel possessed a huge, suitable to her position in the world, ego. As the First Ancestor, as an incredibly strong creature, and as one of the greatest vampires of all time, Cainabel considered herself better than many - this belief is not without reason. Cainabel was in many ways better than many.

The downside of having such a large ego was that Cainabel is very willing and proactive in protecting her ego from any attacks and any attempts to belittle her. Anyone suicidal enough to do such a thing, should expect an overwhelming retaliation.

Once, a long time ago and before her current incarnation, Cainabel was a goddess - a true, bonafide goddess. One of the gods who were born during the creation of the world. But, to her great regret, in her attempt to achieve an even greater amount of power she met Ainz. In spite of all the possible alternate worlds where she was defeated by other Players, she still considered Ainz to be the main reason for her downfall and her current 'reduced' state. Not that she would dare to complain in front of Ainz of course, she after all, is not suicidal

As much as she wanted to grouse more about this fact, it was not important, what was more important to know is that Cainabel was once a goddess - and only an unfortunate coincidence of circumstances made her lose most of her divinity. And although at the moment Cainabel did not have her divinity per se since she had lost her Elder Blood, and the fact at the moment only an echo of her divinity remained in her body - just like in Medusa - Cainabel was still a god. A full-fledged god. Even if one has to mention it in the past tense, she was still a god. And that milksop dares to mock her?

SHE.

WAS.

A.

GODDESS!

'Request for transformation into combat form' - an instant request from Cainabel to Ainz formed so quickly that she did not even have to think about it.

'Your third Noble Phantasm is completely forbidden' - Ainz answered with the same lightning speed - 'Besides... Have you really come across someone that strong?!'

'No' - Cainabel smiled - 'And I'm not talking about using my third Noble Phantasm. Only about my combat transformation.'

'Hmm…' - Ainz thought about it for a second, but in the end he relented - 'Well, I permit it. But! Keep your mind and don't lose control. And... Try to deal with the enemy as fast as possible. It seems that the Demon Kings have begun their plan.'

'Of course, my lord,' Cainabel smile then turned into a predatory one.

"Oh, I know that look," the not-Lancer, who had managed to get out of the, not so shackling, shackles of her magic, passed his spear into his other hand and smiled, "It seems that you are beginning to take me seriously?"

"Rider," - the probable-Archer turned to the now revealed Rider, - "I understand that you are always happy to fight, but try not-KHA!"

A moment later, maybe-Archer spat out a few drops of blood and dropped to his knees when a spear of blood pierced his body from the inside.

Rider looked at his ally with shock, after which he looked seriously at Cainabel, "So, both a magi and a warrior..."

Cainabel didn't answer back - the spear that pierced Archer's body from the inside instantly crumbled to dust before Rider or the holey-Archer could have a closer look at it. Without the spear of blood blocking the wound, Archer's blood poured from the hole on his chest. However, before the very first drop of blood could reach the ground, drop by drop, the blood turned onto a red stream rushing forward to Cainabel, spinning in a tight spiral into her mouth. Rider, however, did not plan to wait for the enemy to do what she wanted with Archer's blood and rushed forward to attack Cainabel.

Rider's spear flashed forward like a beam of light, the speed of the thrust would not allow anyone time to react, tearing the beautiful enemy in front of him apart.

Or at least, that's what should have happened to any other Servant.

Cainabel wasn't as fast as Rider, but she didn't need to. Rider's spear, thrusting forward at an unimaginable speed, crashed into Cainabel's body, and did nothing.

The impact was so great that Rider almost lost his grip on his spear. What's worse, due to the unexpected resistance, only due to his tremendous dexterity did Rider avoid the disgraceful fate of falling down in a heap. A fate very unsuitable to a great hero..

Cainabel could take this chance and opening to strike Rider down - a strong enough blow in that instant would find its target and knock Rider out of the fight. But, instead of doing the logical thing, she simply displayed a contemptuous grin towards Rider. Gloating about the fact that Rider's attack simply slid powerlessly across her body, and then simply stood mockingly as the stream of blood reached for her body.

Archer, who had survived Cainabel attack, was still on his knees, trying to rise from the ground while leaning on his staff. The fact that her attack had not killed the Servant did not bother Cainabel, who simply stood still and continued to observe the stream of blood flowing to her. However, unlike her usual act of vampirism, where Cainabel would usually have consumed the blood of the enemy, instead, Archer's blood began to flow throughout her body like a thick bloody coat that covered every inch of her skin. And during all this, Cainabel continued to watch with a mocking smile as Rider, whose face for the first time in their battle showed an expression other than a proud smile, got back to his feet.

"Hmm, so it seems that you possess the same ability as mine..." Rider carefully looked at Cainabel, "I'm interested to know what your weakness is..."

"What difference does it make," Cainabel replied mockingly, "What is the use of telling the dead about my secrets?"

Cainabel's smile turned from cheerfully mocking to a predatory one, which continued to spread across her face to an unnatural degree- but it did not stop at that point. Her smile continued to spread across her face even further - becoming disproportionate at first, then terrifying - after which her smile literally split her whole head into two. After a second, the monstrous mouth of Cainabel opened.

The huge mouth of the girl - no, the monster in the guise of a girl - had opened, exposing a dark pit to the world. At that moment, Cainabel's face lost all resemblance to that of a human.

Her mouth was strewn with hundreds of long, sharp, acicular teeth located around the entire circumference of her mouth in several rows. In the midst of her needle-like teeth, a tongue that was elongated like a snake tongue, moved almost as if it was searching its surroundings for blood. But what's worse than all of that grisly picture, past the teeth and the tongue, is the dark abyss-like pit at the center of Cainabel's mouth. The darkness made it appear like a hole in the universe, ready to swallow everything whole.

Cainabel's face then began to twist - where there was the beautiful face of a young diva, there was now only a warped maw of a bloody monster. Her smooth silky white hair was transformed into a tousled tangled mane - her hands twisted into that of huge clawed paws, each adorned with razor-sharp claws. In such a situation, anything that continued to remain of the previous Cainabel's appearance, like her dress, looked like a mockery - or, rather, an inappropriate relic of the past.

Cainabel slowly stalked forward.

"I take back all my compliments to your beauty," Archer, watching the monster in front of him, only smiled.

But still, despite her now monstrous appearance, Cainabel was still in control.

Unlike her descendants, Cainabel could control herself and would not fall into a Blood Frenzy. If she chose to do so at least.

Right now the only thing in the True Ancestor's mind is to...

"KILL," Cainabel's voice came out in a low guttural roar.

A second later, Cainabel rushed forward.

"I confess, I find the situation to be very interesting," Baal smiled at the two Servant in front of him, of course, while sending one wave of fire after another towards them - "When I heard that Medea had vouched for the trustworthiness of an unknown person in a coat, who in the end betrayed them afterwards, I was extremely interested in who she had vouched for…"

Archer's arrow then crashed into Baal - however, such an attack was no more dangerous for him than that of a bee trying to sting a man through full-plate armor.

"Indeed, whom could Medea vouch for except for herself?" Baal smiled. Medea did not respond to the thinly veiled mockeries, instead choosing to send a few more spells towards Baal, forcing Baal to teleport away to dodge, causing Medea to twist her lips an unpleasant grin.

Baal could continue to defend against Medea's attacks simply by relying solely on his defense. But even if all of her attacks caused only one point of damage - theoretically speaking that is - Baal would not dare to just stand still and receive her attacks if he could avoid them, - "However, I wonder... of all people, Medea should know herself better than anyone, even if it is her future self. So she should have known about your plan and of your planned betrayal — but she did not report even a bit of suspicion of it to her allies. Hmm, contemplating other possibilities besides the fact that you made her do it, is quite scary."

Medea's reply was exactly the same as before - for anyone less attentive than Baal that is.

Archer's arrow crashed into Baal again - and again with the same result as before, forcing Baal to address the Archer displeasedly, - "How rude to interrupt our joyous conversation... Curse of Agony. Silence."

A second later, Archer fell to the ground in a silent scream, but Medea only gave her ally a look before returning her full attention to Baal.

"That spell does not cause any damage," Medea glanced at Baal with an unreadable look, "It only hurts."

"Yes," Baal smiled as he replied, "I have many spells like that. But are you in a position to judge me, Witch of Colchis? It seems to me that a person who had threatened even her past self, who had threatened to break the rose glasses of the one with whom she was in love with, who then proceeded to then betray even her past self, and to do all this for a Grail she didn't even need... has no right to judge others on their behaviour."

This time, the discontent on Medea's face was shown quite clearly - with a corner of her mouth twitching as if holding back a scream. After a second of this her cloak, which had previously hung on her shoulders, opened like wings, with Medea taking flight.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you," Baal thought for a second, "Or did I? Hmm, how difficult it is to understand even yourself sometimes…"

After another second, the surface of Medea's cloak opened even more, making the cloak look like that of an open jaw of a monster. With the cloak fully opened it began to glow ominously, after which dozens of spells appeared simultaneously. Flashes of fire, lightning spears, energy rays, ice bolts - struck simultaneously toward Baal. However, teleportation allowed Baal to dodge the barrage harmlessly, allowing him to appear in the air next to Medea. After which, a second later, a likeness of two huge leathery wings was created by Baal's coat behind Baal's back. However, if Medea's cloak remained a cloak, Baal's coat fully transformed into two huge leathery wings, which supported him in the air with powerful flaps.

"You were manipulating your own younger self," Baal smiled again, "It was so easy for you, you know your weaknesses better than anyone else after all... With it you forced the little naive Princess of Colchis to participate in your plan — or you will tell Jason with whom she was madly in love with, one unpleasant little secret... What treachery, even I couldn't dream of such a dastardly plan!"

Medea silently attacked with the swirl of spells once more, after which she disappeared in a twist of space distortion, like a skipped frame on a television screen.

"Invisibility is such a useful spell," Baal smiled, after which he instantly teleported behind a seemingly empty space and struck out with his cane, causing a strangled female scream and a few drops of blood to appear from a seemingly empty space.

It would be possible to end the battle at that point— Baal only needed to put his hand on Medea's head and tear her head to pieces with a spell or even his bear hand. Instead, Baal teleported away from Medea, dodging yet another barrage that wouldn't do much against his defenses.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Medea looked at Baal with disgust.

"Will you believe me if I tell you that I was fascinated by your beauty and knowledge of magic?" Baal smiled, "Massive use of spells of the eighth rank. So far you are one of the strongest magi that I have seen in this world - and even more , I suspect that you have a pair of ninth-rank spells up your sleeves. And you look really beautiful - princess."

"RARGH!" - however, in response to the compliments from Baal, Medea attacked with even more ferocity, which, sadly, was useless as long as Baal is able to teleport away.

"Was that another divine word?" Baal smiled, looking at Medea.

Medea, losing all sense of self-control and self-preservation, rushed forward. A satisfied grin flickered across Baal's face.

"Hmm..." - Ains looked thoughtfully at his opponents - "Two melee fighters..."

The berserker was without a doubt a specialized melee fighter, though he is capable of some rudimentary ranged attacks, judging by his appearance and choice of weapon — a sort of barbarian. A barbarian with two axes is a classic form of the class. The second opponent...

Ainz looked at the Servant of his dreams and his eyes were almost filled with tears from the realization that he would have to kill a man, which, judging by his age and appearance in another world, could be his best friend.

"There is nothing that can be done now..." - Ainz sighed deeply. Judging by his appearance and choice of weaponry, he was also an opponent specialized in close combat. So Ainz didn't even need to come up with really sophisticated tactics, with of course contingencies in case he was wrong with his surface assessments. Just stay away, stay high up and shower the opponents with ranged attacks. In this case…

"Life Essence," Ainz used a spell to observe the life energy of his adversary, "Napalm."

In an instant, the Servant holding a spear was consumed by a huge column of fire. The health of the Servant sank by almost five percent.

"Hah, he has less health than I expected..." - Ainz was distracted by the findings for a moment, after which a spear crashed into his body. However, given that it was both a throwing weapon and a weapon that only inflicts piercing damage, Ainz's health did not even drop a single point.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Lancer extended his hand toward his spear, after which his thrown spear instantly materialized in his hands again, "You weren't hurt at all."

"I'm sorry," Ainz answered back, after which he dodged another thrown weapon. However, unlike the spear whistling with great speed and great accuracy towards him, the ax that flashed near Ainz was thrown with almost criminal negligence - albeit with great force.

"You're still flying," Lancer frowned. "It's completely unfair..."

"I'm sorry," Ains replied again with a sigh, "Ice storm."

With his magic casted, a huge ice storm arose in the enemy's position, literally swallowing Lancer and Berserker whole, wounding both of them. Ainz carefully paying attention to the health of his opponents was able to determine that Lancer's health disappeared another five percent... However, Berserker's health subsided only by two percent.

"Hm, so Berserker, other things being equal, should have two and a half times more health than Lancer..." - Ainz thoughtfully flew to the side, dodging another spear thrown at him - "If, of course, he has the same Magical Defense as Lancer. Considering how strange this world works, Berserker may have dozens of times more health, but with no Magic Defense at all... God, what a crazy world and what crazy rules!"

The servants, realizing the danger that Ainz presents, scattered in all directions,planning to escape from the reach of Ainz's spells. However, Ainz did not plan to give them such an opportunity.

"Mass Hold Species," Ainz then paralyzed both Servants with a spell, followed by another attack, "Chain Dragon Lightning."

Ainz's magic instantly reached Lancer, and then Berserker, but what was special about this spell is not that it attacked two Servants at the same time, but it's ability to 'chain' between enemies. So after it reached Berserker, the lightning 'bounced' back towards Lancer, and only after a couple of repetitions did the spell cease .

Thus, with just one spell, Ainz had shaved Lancer's health almost by twenty percent. However, with Berserker, the same spell had only reduced Berserker's health only by five percent.

"Ah yes I remember now, this spell is effective against those who wear armor" - Ainz nodded - "So lightning is most effective against Lancer huh..."

"ARGH!" With a monstrous roar from the distorted metal mask on his face, Berserker slowly moved his hand.

"Wow, can he resist a seventh-tier spell?" - Ainz looked with surprise at the Berserker, who is slowly trying to move his body forward, after which, as if moving through a thick jelly, he slowly walked toward Ainz - "Amazing!"

After taking a few more steps, Berserker growled again, after which with a sharp movement he seemed to break the chains of Ainz's magic, freeing himself from paralysis.

"Magical resistance?" - Ainz thoughtfully looked at the large stature of the Berserker- "No... Surprisingly, he had broken through the paralysis solely by physical force!"

Not that such a thing was impossible in Yggdrasil, but in order to break the paralysis debuff from seventh rank spell solely by physical strength, a Player needed to have a physical strength stat of at least ninety - but in order to do it quickly - maybe even one hundred.

"What a surprise!" Ainz spoke out loud, after which he even lifted the paralysis spell. In any case, he had already shaved almost half of Lancer's health and almost ten percent of Berserker's, so he could afford to be lax. With a quick movement, he was next to Berserker, seeing Ainz approaching, he raised his axes in a menacing gesture. Ainz just raised his hands in a gesture of peace. - "Calm down, I just want to find out. What's your name?"

It was impossible to see Berserker's eyes behind the mask, but Ainz was sure that he is casting a glance at Lancer. Lancer in response only threw a tired look at Berserker.

"You can say it," - Lancer sighed and shook his head, - "But I want to talk with Medea... It seems to me that someone is seriously overestimating us if they thought that only the two of us could deal with such a monster! Three spells, but I'm already half-dead!"

"Only forty percent," Ainz answered Lancer's unasked question, after which he glanced at Berserker, "So... what's your name?"

'It's better to find out who could overcome my spell with just his physical strength for the future,' Ainz nodded.

Berserker's monstrous figure took a couple of steps back, and then slowly reached for his mask. After another second, the huge figure of Berserker slowly pulled off his monster mask, after which Ainz saw...

Instead of the face of a gruff warrior, Berserker's was that of a child. Well a child that was three meters tall and possessed muscles that someone like Ainz could only dream of. However, as Ainz discovered with some surprise, Berserker's horns were not part of the mask, but real horns instead.

Huge black sclera of the eyes and orange-red pupils stared at Ainz disapprovingly, but Berserker nevertheless answered.

"Mino... taurus," Berserker answered in a very low, but still quiet and calm, perhaps even childishly soft - if such a thing is even possible for a giant - voice.

"Hm, the minotaur?" Ainz looked again at Berserker's appearance, "No, you're not a minotaur."

"Me?" Berserker drew back, "I am not... a Mino... taurus ?!"

"No, definitely not," Ainz replied. Of course, Berserker had horns that could be called similar to the horns of a minotaur, but the minotaurs that Ainz knew of were half-bulls half-man with hoofs and had the appropriate appearance. In addition, 'minotaur' was a name of a race — and Ains wanted to know what Berserker's name was — even if by some strange coincidence his appearance was what a minotaur looked like in this world, "So all the same, what's your name?"

"Ah?" Berserker took a step back, looking at Ainz in surprise, and then uttered slowly, "Aste... rios..."

"Asterios, then," Ains smiled, after which he looked at Lancer, "What about you?"

"I don't think you knowing my name would make any difference in our fight" Lancer painfully lifted his eyes to the sky, "Fighting with you, as it turned out, is a useless endeavour. So go wherever you want."

Ainz looked at Lancer and smiled. "You're a good guy. I'm sure we could have been friends."

"In another time," Lancer exhaled.

"In another time," Ainz exhaled and shrugged, after which he extended his hand to Lancer, "In any case, even if I don't know your name, it was nice to meet you. Try not to die there."

Lancer looked in surprise at Ainz's outstretched hand, smiled and shook it in response, "Aha, and the same to you."

Ainz looked at Asterios. "It was nice to meet you too. You have become quite the interesting discovery for me."

Asterios slowly turned a surprised look at Ainz, "Thank... you..."

Ains, moving forward passed Asterios patting him on the shoulder, - "Good luck."

"Good... luck..." Asterios glanced at Ainz's slowly receding figure, "... to you!"

Ainz continued to move forward, but the smile slowly slipped on his face.

It's coincidental that the smile on Lancer's face also slowly disappeared at the same time.

"We... will not... fight?" Asterios glanced at Lancer.

"Our goal was to lure him into a trap, not kill him," Lancer only exhaled and then looked at where Ainz was going, "Although I really feel sorry for him. But, still, such power…"

Ainz, continuing to move forward, slowly thought about the 'fight'.

Yes, Ainz was interested in the unknown Berserker. Knowing more about him was a worthy excuse to stop the fight.

However, Ainz, although he was not the most suitable person for many things, was perhaps ideally suited for only one thing. For battle.

"The first rule of the battle is don't let the unknown magician touch you" - Ains smiled.

The best observation spell that Ains knew had one big problem.

It can only be casted by touch.

"And now..." - Ainz sighed. "Let's find out what trap you planned to lure me into and what kind of plans did your group have from the beginning?"

If Ainz decided to act seriously, he acted very seriously.

The approach of the armada of ships for the Drake fleet was somewhat unusual, but not anything threatening. Although the advancing enemy forces outnumbered Drake's fleet - Drake alone could easily send all the enemy ships to the seabed. There was still a large gulf of power between a simple, albeit large, army and a Servant. A much more disturbing fact was that the ships of the fleet approaching Drake were not at all like her own ships.

"Judging by the look of the ships..." - Drake thought for a moment. "Fifty years?" No, about a hundred?"

The fleet that is approaching her is superior in both numbers and capabilities than her own. A superiority that is expressed in the fact that the approaching fleet, judging by its appearance, was created from a later era than Drake's.

"And what is such a fleet doing here and now?" - Drake possessed the instinct of a beast, but even if she had none, it was easy to guess the cause of the appearance of such an anachronistic ship - "Demon Kings..."

To determine whether or not the Demon Kings had meddled in what was happening was almost elementary - however, to what extent the Demon King's influence is on that fleet is harder to estimate. Much more important was what the Demon King intended to do with that large fleet.

"Servants," Mozart found himself next to Drake instantly, "Many Servants in the ranks of the enemy."

"Yeah," Drake smirked. "A - fucking - lot."

After a second, Drake smirked as she pulled her pistol out of its holster. "I can't wait until I can check how many of them I can personally shoot!"

"I would not be in a hurry with this," Mozart sighed, then jerked sharply, grabbing Drake by the shoulders, "Move!"

After another second, a ray of fire passed through Drake's ship, literally splitting the ship into two parts with a large beam of heat.

After another second, the ship, which had suddenly lost any buoyancy, began to tumble to its side, slowly sinking into the depths.

"Hmm, you dodged," came out a voice next to the two Servants, who were balancing on a rail on the slowly sinking ship, the voice sounded hardly interested, "I was sure that I could get close unnoticed."

" Demon King," Mozart cast a flight spell on himself and Drake, after which he stared at the column of flesh floating in the air, "Name... hmm, I'm not that knowledgeable in demonology."

"There is no need for false modesty," the eyes of the Demon King slowly changing their position stared at Mozart, "If such a thing were true, then you would not have escaped your fate. Mozart, the failed Demon King."

"Oh, that was just an interesting coincidence," Mozart exhaled and smiled.

Mozart instantly reached for Ainz - 'The Demon King is here, along with a large number of Servants.'

'Ha?' - Ainz sounds surprised- 'They had begun to act earlier than I thought... Well, in this case - regroup and stay together with the rest of the Servants. If the enemy is at least a little dangerous or you feel that it is a trap - instantly back down and notify me. I will reinforce you.'

Mozart nodded, and then released his connection.

"Getting in touch with your Master?" The Demon King looked at Mozart with a sense of mockery, "Believe me, he will not be in a position to help you.

"Oh, I doubt it," Mozart sighed, and then glanced to the side. "However, it seems that I did everything I needed to do. It was nice to meet you."

After another second, Mozart rushed to the side.

"Where do you think you're going?!" - The Demon King rushed in pursuit, however, - "KHA!"

After a second, the monstrous body of the Demon King was literally knocked down by a blow from somewhere.

"Heracles?!" - The Demon King cried out the name of the most probable attacker while trying to catch a glimpse of the attacker, however, - "What... Drake?!"

With a sharp punch, Francis Drake had knocked the large pillar of flesh down. The fragile figure of a girl demolished the Demon King with a fist as if he were weightless.

"YOU DESTROYED MY GOLDEN HIND, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" The rage in Drake's voice was burning as strong as the fire that is currently burning her ship, "GET READY TO PAY!"

'She shouldn't have that kind of power!' - instantly the Demon King, Aim wracked his mind in an attempt to explain what is happening, - "This is impossible!"

"REALLY?!" Drake just grinned in reply, delivering another blow, "MY NAME IS FRANCIS, MOTHER FUCKING, DRAKE - A PERSON THAT SANK THE NEVER SETTING SUN OF THE SPANISH EMPIRE! I, AM, FUCKING, USED TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE!"

"And if you think," Drake suddenly stopped looking at the Demon King, "that I can't kick your ass — you will have ten minutes to think it over again."

Drake blurred into a predatory smile, - "Ten long, painful, filled with humiliation minutes."

Aim, from the very beginning of the operation in this Singularity, expected that the unknown enemy would become his main and only problem.

But now, looking at Drake, who once again waved her fist, Aim began to slowly realize - perhaps he had set priorities a little wrong...

Power

This Noble Phantasm works as a kind of buff - in a sense that it empowers Ainz. More precisely, after the twelve seconds of its casting the power of this Noble Phantasm opens the gates to the moment of the end of everything.

Everything - both mortal and immortal, living and dead - has an end to their existence. For humans, for planets, for existence itself. After twelve seconds, this Noble Phantasm touches this hypothetical moment - the end of absolutely everything.

At the same time, any of Ainz's ability to grant death becomes absolute - spells that grant death to his enemies instead bind things to the moment of its end. After twelve seconds, all of Ainz's abilities do not kill his target, after twelve seconds this Noble Phantasm fully reveals its strength, anything that Ainz Death spells reached would meet its end.

One cannot be saved from this effect, one cannot evade it, one cannot stop this Noble Phantasm. In other words, when the power of this Noble Phantasm was activated, there was no longer any salvation for the target. Even if Ainz dies, this Noble Phantasm would still activate - if the target has been determined - it will end without fail.

Prior to becoming a Noble Phantasm, this ability could be neutralized by an ability or artifact capable of instant revival after its death - however, at the moment, even this slight possibility of salvation is practically impossible.

Hello there!

Okay, as expected - kudos to DiscereEstVivet - he is the best.

Ainz evangelizara a la tiamat de su estado de Regresión? - IDK yet

Ainz podría lograr un compañero con Tiamat ? - IDK yet (x2)

will king Hassan and ainz meet? - Most probably

The most obvious error is at the end. You wrote, "Description" but forgot to write the name of the thing you were going to describe. - Exactly as I planned as I considered it pretty obvious

Author, at the end of the next Chapter, could you include at the end a DESCRIPTION of Emperor Baal's Noble Phantasm [SPEAK OF THE DEVIL...]? - As you obviously can see - no

Please make hxh and overlord crossover - Sorry, but no

is just me or the pacing lf the story is faster than before? - This Singularity is faster than the previous one indeed

So is Ainz's Noble Phantasm one with a recitation like EMIYA's NP ("I am the bone of my sword, so as I pray..."), or is it as simple as speaking its name, like Emperor Baal's NP? - It can work as both

It's the Servants' care thing It doesn't make sense I'm sorry - Sorry, because for me it makes perfect sense after everything I wrote about it

Can ainz one shot a world enemy,with the goal of all life is death - In YGGDRASIL - he can't.

Is Ainz gonna get a new body that can support his overpowered spells? - Not now

Is his body looks exactly like gudao fujimaru from fate grand order? - His older version

And hey - there is a lot of new chapters! On my Pat reon\rure though, so it's now 8 (!) - chapters ahead. And this is not the end! For 1$ you get 8 new chapters right now, interludes and beyond.