Ainz arrived at the Dragon Emperor's celestial palace. He intended to conquer him and the other True Dragon Lords while the Dragon Emperor was weak, then hand all the souls that had cast Wild Magic over to the Random System for processing.
Before launching his surprise attack, Ainz concealed his true intentions. He pretended to be concerned about the Dragon Emperor's condition and offered to treat him with a secret treasure from the Great Tomb. The Dragon Emperor was on his last breath, tortured by the pain of his burning soul. His other sons were in a panic, and even the Platinum Dragon Lord, renowned for his wisdom, had curled up in a corner and sighed silently.
The war against the Imperium of Man was even more terrifying than the war against the Eight Greed Kings centuries ago. The war with the Eight Greed Kings had shaken the dragons' hegemony over the world, but the war against the Imperium of Man had pushed the already sparse dragon race into the abyss of extinction. With only the current survivors, it was impossible for the dragon race to rise again.
Once Ainz confirmed that the dragons' morale had fallen to rock bottom, he immediately changed his demeanor. The dreadful aura of the Ruler of Death made every despairing dragon shudder. Before some of them could react, Ainz's Hands of Death had already gripped their hearts.
Crack!
With a hard squeeze from Ainz, many dragons died in his grasp.
"Ainz! What are you doing?!" Enraged by the sudden betrayal, the Platinum Dragon Lord beat his wings and flew up from the corner, trying to stop Ainz. "Do you think those lunatics from the Imperium of Man will spare your life if you offer them our heads? Dream on!"
"I am not surrendering to