The Real Game Begins! Deep Darkness Dragon Lord Makes a Move

"Shalltear!!"

Ainz shot to his feet. The effects of Force Calm kept triggering, but his shock and rage surged like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam. Just as he was about to speak:

"Immediately—"

Before he could finish.

Demiurge, Cocytus, and Sebas all sprang to their feet as well.

"We need to support Mare immediately!"

An astonishing pressure spilled from Sebas. "Lord Ainz, I will mobilize—"

"No!"

Demiurge immediately voiced his opposition. "We cannot send additional support. Mare must withdraw on his own!"

"Lord Ainz, that Dragon Lord controlling the Undead is definitely not fighting alone. There are other enemies hiding in the shadows. From the very beginning, this battle was bait—for us and for the enemy alike!"

"Sending support rashly now would expose even more of our information!"

Demiurge braced both arms against the table. Dense malice flickered coldly behind his lenses, while his voice was calmer and colder than usual.

As a fellow Guardian, he was furious over the death of a comrade!

But their next course of action was not to send people to kill the Dragon Lord in retaliation, or even to cover Mare's retreat. Their first priority was to consider the enemy's arrangements and prevent any further information about the Great Tomb from leaking.

The sounds of argument echoed through the majestic hall.

Cold air flowed from Cocytus's mouth. His gaze passed over the disagreeing Demiurge and Sebas and settled on Lord Ainz directly across from them.

Ainz was angry, but also somewhat flustered. Since arriving in the New World, this was the first time they had suffered such grave casualties.

Shalltear was dead!

Mare was in danger!

He had to do something, yet he found it difficult to calm down.

The dispute between Demiurge and Sebas made him realize that every decision he made