The Theocracy Magic Corps Annihilated, the Theocracy Cleric Corps Annihilated

[Great Tomb of Nazarick]

Bang!

Demiurge saw the scene on the Crystal Screen and abruptly rose to his feet. The calm expression of someone who had always controlled everything unexpectedly revealed shock and fear.

"Lord Ainz!"

"Lord Ainz must retreat!"

Demiurge slammed his fist onto the table, his voice nearly roaring from his throat.

As the commander responsible for coordinating all tactics in this war, Lord Ainz had entrusted him with such an important task so that he could make adjustments and tactical changes based on every reaction from the enemy.

That trust left Demiurge both honored and overwhelmed.

Lord Ainz had personally risked himself by going to the battlefield while Demiurge remained in the rear. If the only Supreme Being suffered any mishap because of this—

Demiurge believed that even offering up his life would not atone for it. It would be unforgivable.

He would unquestionably become Nazarick's sinner!

He had anticipated every possible response from the enemy, yet he had never imagined that they would produce so many Tenth-Tier Magic Scrolls!

Other than calling it unbelievable—

Demiurge could not offer any reasonable explanation. This gravely contradicted his original estimation of the Slane Theocracy's strength.

"Message."

Demiurge quickly picked up a scroll from the table. Looking at the one he had made himself, then recalling the enemy tearing apart countless Tenth-Tier scrolls just now, his facial expression twitched.

There were two possibilities!

① A legacy left behind by the [Six Great Gods], who were suspected to have been Players.

② The Slane Theocracy had mastered the method of creating Tenth-Tier scrolls.

"Pandora!"

Demiurge silently recited the name in his heart. Soon, he sensed that the Message had connected and immediately said, "You should have already seen the situation on the battlefield! Activate the retreat plan at once. Go receive