The portal disgorged Space Wolves, more numerous and better equipped than the company Ragnar had led last time. Among them were heavily armored units such as Dreadnoughts, which Ainz had never seen before.
The wolves' howls made Ainz's nonexistent stomach begin to ache. These warriors clad in heavy armor and wielding powerful weapons were far more troublesome than the auxiliary troops. In the mere minutes since they had entered the battlefield, tens of thousands of demons and undead had been reduced to ashes, including many that could only be summoned with gold and items.
"Ah... the enemy truly is tenacious." Ainz covered his face with one hand, looking somewhat disheartened. Yet in the next moment, the gaze hidden within his skull flashed with astonishing fighting spirit. "But that is what makes this interesting, isn't it? If the enemy collapsed at a single blow, how would they differ from the Kingdom or the Theocracy? Albedo, head to the front lines."
"Lord Ainz is so cool right now." Albedo blew Ainz a sweet kiss, then stepped into teleportation magic in her black armor. Her appearance was a signal that the Great Tomb of Nazarick would mobilize all its forces.
Ainz rose from the throne and issued his final order to the remaining three Sages of Death. "Charge into the heart of the enemy and explode! Your sacrifices shall forever be remembered in my heart and engraved upon the golden pillars of honor in the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"
The Sages of Death were stirred by Ainz's promise. Though mages, they plunged toward the deepest part of the battlefield like headstrong warriors.
The three Space Wolves who noticed the Sages of Death immediately opened fire. Massive plasma blasts capable of vaporizing tanks struck two of the Sages of Death in the head. Their