After making his way alone through the narrow corridor to the empty back garden, Allen tilted his head up to gaze at the dazzling stars overhead. Only after a long while did he turn and say to the shadow hiding in the darkness, "Come out! I saw you a long time ago!"
The moment his words fell!
A suit of silver armor slowly emerged from an inconspicuous corner of the corridor.
It was none other than the armor controlled by the Platinum Dragon King—Chando Lox Baixion.
Clearly, after personally witnessing the terrifying power of Nuclear Blast last time, this guy had not returned to his lair. Instead, he had wandered throughout the human world, silently gathering every scrap of information concerning Allen and the Hunter Association.
In particular, the previous clash between more than four thousand elite hunters and the Great Tomb of Nazarick in the Demihuman Wasteland had shaken him to the core.
Whether it was Ainz's Level 100 Guardians or the somewhat weaker Maid Corps of the Pleiades, they had all displayed the bearing expected of a powerful player Guild.
Yet even so, they had still been pinned to the ground and repeatedly crushed by the mighty Hunter Association, utterly incapable of fighting back.
Although the Great Tomb of Nazarick's side was clearly stronger in terms of individual combat ability, their opponents had overwhelming numbers and could support one another with Teleportation Magic scrolls.
That war had made the Platinum Dragon King fully realize that the recently established Hunter Association had already grown into a colossal force capable of shaking the world's existing order.
Moreover, the organization's naked, undisguised malice toward demi-humans was enough to fill him with fear and dread.
You must know that before this, even the most extreme Slane Theocracy had never done what Allen