After expanding for a while, the portal began to contract again. Then the enemy came once more, stabilizing its form as it slowly expanded again.
Ainz believed the fluctuations in the portal proved that the special materials the enemy guild used to maintain it were running out. The forces charging through it now were the enemy's final desperate gamble.
Were they using these soldiers called auxiliaries as the vanguard again?
Ainz watched the Yad 227th Infantry Regiment pour endlessly from the portal, struggling through the undead swamp. Every one of them wore a resolute expression that disregarded life and death.
"Since the enemy has sent out cannon fodder, we'll treat them with cannon fodder as well." Ainz spoke confidently from the rear. While the Imperium of Man had been accumulating strength during this time, his Great Tomb had also been operating with unprecedented efficiency.
He had gathered the undead that refreshed daily within the Great Tomb, activated the siege golem Gargantua, and requisitioned the corpses stored in the ice fields to create a massive army of high-level undead.
He had also distributed many single-use cash-shop items and World-Class Items to the Guardians. He would never allow his Guardians to be killed by those so-called Space Marines again.
Beyond that, he had gathered the people of the Slane Theocracy at newly established teleportation circles nearby. If things strayed beyond Ainz's expectations, he would sacrifice those people to summon the Dark Young and turn the tide of battle.
Come, Imperium of Man guild... Let me see what other tricks you have!
Ainz's skeletal hand gripped the armrest of the Golden Throne tightly, sending Albedo's imagination running wild as she stood beside him.
How wonderful would it be if Lord Ainz's powerful grip landed on me?
Albedo's pretty face flushed at the thought,