As a Floor Guardian, a level-100 supreme demon, the Creator of Hellfire, Demiurge, had died.
His death had been abrupt, clean.
He had not even used his true strength. He had died after using the tenth-tier spell Meteor Fall to wipe out Nazarick's enemies.
His corpse lay on the ground, his cleaved-open chest filled with heaps of fine powder. The power axe in Space Wolves Captain Ragnar's hand bore no damage or scratches, as though Demiurge's level-100 body had merely been a mass of differently colored air.
Why?
What kind of weapon was that?
True damage? Armor penetration? Critical hit? Corrosion?
Shouldn't such a powerful weapon have level restrictions? Only max-level experts should have been able to wield something with such terrifying destructive power. Could their estimate of the Space Marine class's level have been wrong?
Ainz stared blankly at the scene, his thoughts in complete disarray. He tried to connect the intelligence he had obtained from the captives with what he was seeing now, hoping to piece together a more reasonable explanation.
Space Wolves was the warriors' group affiliation, much like how the battle maids belonged to the Pleiades.
Space Marine was a hidden class discovered by the player guild known as the Imperium of Man through its exploration of the game's mechanics.
Characters who developed this class received boosts to many attributes: strength, speed, intelligence, and even resistance to abnormal conditions.
Ainz had conducted numerous experiments and tests on the captives. In the end, he judged that the Space Marine class had a level cap of around 35 at most. Adding their level-35 human racial levels, Space Marines possessed overall strength around level 70. With their equipment and refined teamwork, they could display combat power at roughly level 80.
Of course, that was a comprehensive figure. If only