Another mountain-sized pile of gold coins melted in Ainz's hands, then gathered together and condensed into Demiurge's body.
The moment he was revived, Demiurge turned over and bowed to Ainz.
"I'm deeply sorry, Lord Ainz..."
"No matter, Demiurge." Ainz waved a hand. "The enemy is powerful. Your death was within my expectations. Besides, the fact that you were able to work behind enemy lines for so long already exceeded my expectations. You did well."
"Thank you for your mercy, Lord Ainz." Demiurge accepted Ainz's forgiveness with trepidation, then raised his head and solemnly said, "Lord Ainz, while carrying out infiltration and sabotage behind enemy lines, I discovered that the Imperium of Man has sent a second Primarch here."
A second Primarch?
Upon hearing this, Ainz felt an even greater headache coming on. One Primarch alone could crush a host of level-ninety-plus monsters and Guardians. Now there were two Primarchs—how was this battle supposed to be fought? Perhaps they could only place their hopes for victory on the dragons' Wild Magic.
"So you were killed by the second Primarch?"
"Lord Ainz is indeed wise beyond measure. To deduce the truth in such a short time—I am deeply impressed."
Demiurge praised Ainz from the bottom of his heart, but the master of the Great Tomb was no longer in the mood to play boss-and-subordinate games. All he wanted now was to win this war by the most efficient means possible and secure even a little more chance of survival for the Great Tomb.
Thus, Ainz said, "Spare me that. What movements has the Imperium of Man made recently?"
Demiurge then recounted everything he had seen and heard: the Imperium of Man had unified the human race, established Imperial Administrative Zones, exterminated illegal demi-humans and heteromorphs, and destroyed every dungeon and ruin that