That roar gave the scattered Imperial soldiers something to rally around, drawing them toward him in an orderly fashion. It made the fearless undead legion halt in its tracks, and it wiped the smile from Demiurge's face, replacing it with grave seriousness.
This was not the intimidation of raw power, but the killing intent Ragnar had accumulated while following his legion in exterminating several alien civilizations.
It was something Demiurge, whose merciless and cruel nature existed only because of his settings, could never match.
Just how many living things had this man killed?
Feeling Ragnar's aura from afar, Demiurge could not help but sigh inwardly. He considered his own hands drenched in blood, yet compared to the killing intent clinging to Ragnar, it was like comparing a firefly to the moon.
But Ragnar was not alone. As his roar echoed across the bloody battlefield, the other Space Wolves also emerged through the portal and took their stand beside him.
This was a complete battle company. It included tactical squads equipped with boltguns and grenades, assault squads fitted with jump packs, and tactical support squads armed with special weapons.
Even if caught in a hopeless ambush, this battle company could inflict grievous losses upon the enemies surrounding them before drawing its last breath.
Demiurge and Mare at the front were intimidated by the cold wall formed by a hundred Space Wolves. Ainz in the rear was also secretly alarmed. Only after Forced Calm triggered once, and a pale green light visible only to him flickered past, did he regain the ability to think.
What a terrifying roar... If I were standing there, I'd probably have pissed myself.
Ainz thought with lingering fear, but as a ruler and the supreme master of the Great Tomb, he absolutely could not show such weakness.