The people of the Imperium of Man differed greatly from the people of this world at the level of their souls. Ainz had long understood this.
The dragons had also attempted to use the souls of Imperium of Man prisoners to cast Wild Magic. According to them, magic mixed with human souls from the Imperium of Man was noticeably enhanced in both power and duration, and could even reduce Wild Magic's basic soul requirements to a certain extent.
Yet it was only after that spur-of-the-moment experiment that Ainz realized how wasteful their previous use of souls had been. These precious souls should not have served as fuel; they should have been the absolute core, assisted by inferior souls.
"Look, everyone." Ainz raised a hand and called out to the True Dragon Lords, who were both shocked and disgusted. "Behold this powerful abomination made solely from souls and flesh!"
"What a terrifying, blasphemous thing..." The Platinum Dragon Lord stared at the twisted, swollen mass of flesh with utter revulsion. Eyeballs and tongues continuously sprouted and rolled within its amorphous body. At that moment, he suddenly felt that their own side, for creating such a thing in pursuit of victory, was worse even than the Imperium of Man with its policies of massacre. At least they granted a quick death. What was this supposed to be? Merely looking at it, the Platinum Dragon Lord could feel the souls bound within its body, suffering eternal torment.
He did not know what this thing should be called, but he knew that it blasphemed against the order of this world more than the devils of hell or the dead in their graves.
Even the Brightness Dragon Lord, who could stomach anything, would not take any interest in this thing, would he?
The Platinum Dragon Lord