I like traveling the most

The reputation of the Axis Church is mixed.

Although the church is philanthropic and often quarrels or even fights over whether they are breasts or legs, they are very united. If someone bullies them, they must fight back.

The nobles of the kingdom repeatedly say that they are small characters that will never become a big deal, but they still dare not provoke those guys with brain problems. Otherwise, they will slander and spread rumors at the least, or come to your door and tell you how wonderful the Axis Church is for three days and three nights.

The most important thing is that these guys are extremely paranoid and fanatical, like a piece of taffy, they will never give up until they achieve their goals and their methods are extremely cruel.

"So, what should we do?"

Ainz originally planned to do it himself, even if it didn't matter if he exposed his special scroll. After all, having a common secret can increase goodwill and close the distance, but now he wants to see what Xiaolin will do.

"2-8."

"What?"

"The number Nina wrote before he died."

Xiaolin pointed to the corpse piled in the corner - the blood stain of the number under Nina's body, and motioned for the two of them to look for clues.

Ainz frowned under his helmet and said, "I saw that number too. Although I don't know what it means, I guess it might be the intersection that divides the entire town into eight equal parts, or it might be simply 2-8, but..."

That's a false clue.

"That's a false clue."

Xiaolin said what Ainz was thinking, and it was obvious that he had discovered this.

Then he heard: "Let's not talk about whether Nina had the energy to think so much when he met that perverted woman. Even if that was the case, he wouldn't have left such ambiguous information. Even if the cover of the sewer was opened, it was just a disguise to lure us to a false conclusion."

Beautiful reasoning, comparable to Demiurge.

Ainz admired in his heart.

His intelligence is indeed not higher than others, not even his followers, but he is no less serious about his enemies.

"I originally suspected that Enfilia was kidnapped to the sewer, but thanks to that perverted woman's cleverness, she ruled out an option for me. Of course, after I calmed down, I found that there was only one place she could go."

"Where? My grandson! Where was Enfilia kidnapped?!"

"... The cemetery."

Krillin's calmness was in sharp contrast to Lizzie's excitement.

Ainz touched his helmet... under his chin, and after careful consideration, he said: "I see, because we need to use the [Crown of Wisdom] to summon the army of the dead, and the place with the most corpses is the cemetery."

Now it makes sense.

Although Ainz can also find the location where the enemy is hiding, it takes a lot of scrolls and time to determine it, while Krillin relies on information collection to sort out the whole process in a very short time... Well, this is why he keeps collecting intelligence on this world.

The Supreme Lord of the Great Tomb of Nazarick has found a perfect reason for what he has been doing.

"Then, what is my mission?"

Now that the murderer's location has been found, the next step is to arrange their respective tasks, and Ainz also vaguely guessed what his mission is.

"Escort me to the depths of the cemetery."

Sure enough.

With the vengeful character that Xiaolin just showed, he must be planning to execute the murderer himself, but the road to the cemetery will probably be blocked by the zombie army, and at this time he will need to come out to help.

"No problem, I accept."

Ainz is very confident and domineering.

Generally speaking, he would refuse, because he doesn't know how many zombies there are, and it is too difficult to go alone. However, in order to win Xiaolin's favor, he is willing to spend some effort.

"In addition... According to the information I have collected, Clementine is likely to have accomplices."

"Do you mean let me deal with the other person?"

"No, just hold him back."

"Hmm."

Ainz pondered. It doesn't matter if he lets him deal with the other person, but doesn't it seem too tasteless to just help blindly?

"You are too much of a pusher!"

"Miss Nabe..."

"Even Momo is willing to help, but you dare to ask for more outrageous conditions, you shameless low-level creature."

"Enough, Nabe."

Ainz stopped Nabelar's anger, but in his heart he gave her a thumbs up.

It was really timely!

Because he was not easy to talk to, only when Nabelar made such a fuss could the other party realize how much effort he had made.

"...Sorry. I know I am a little shameless, but I can also increase the corresponding reward."

"High risk, high reward" is an iron rule in the adventurer industry, and it is understandable that Xiaolin would think so. However, Ainz did not care about the reward. No, it is better to say that there are more important things than rewards.

"Then I don't want a reward. I want a favor from Mr. Kobayashi."

"Favor?"

"Yes. Mr. Kobayashi is the greatest noble in the kingdom, and he is also the leader of the church. Favors are more valuable than money."

"... Indeed. Okay, I agree."

Success!

Ainz clenched his fists with a little excitement.

Favors are secondary. The main thing is to have an intersection with Kobayashi. In the future, it will be more convenient to collect information from him and determine whether he is from another world like himself as he thought.

Thumbs up for his social skills.

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About a quarter of the outer wall of [Ye-Rantel] is a public cemetery, which occupies a huge area of ​​almost half of the western area. Of course, other towns also have cemeteries, but they are not as large.

This is to suppress the birth of the undead.

Although there are still many unknowns about the cause of the undead, unclean things are often born in the place where the living die. Among them, the possibility of reincarnation of the dead who died an untimely death and no one mourns them is the highest, so the undead often appear in battlefields and ruins.

In order to prevent the dead from becoming undead, the fortress city close to the imperial battlefield needs a huge cemetery for people to mourn.

Regarding this part, the empire is the same.

The three parties once concluded an agreement during the battle to solemnly mourn the dead. Even if they fight each other, they will unanimously agree that the undead who attack the living are common enemies.

Not only that, there is another problem with the undead.

That is, if left alone, it is easy to produce stronger undead, so every night adventurers and guards will patrol the cemetery to eliminate the weak undead as soon as possible.

The boundary between the dead and the living.

The four-meter-high wall is not as high as the city wall, but it is enough for people to walk on it. The gate is also quite solid and strong, and it is absolutely impossible to break through easily.

There is a staircase on each side of the gate, and a lookout tower is set up next to the wall. There are five people in each shift. The guards yawn and take turns to monitor the cemetery below on the lookout tower.

A gun-wielding guard looked at the cemetery absent-mindedly, stretching and chatting with his companions beside him.

"It's also very quiet tonight."

"Yeah. Five skeletons appeared before, right? Judging from the frequency in the past, it feels like it has been greatly reduced."

"If the souls of the dead are also summoned back by the six gods, it would be very lucky."

Following this topic, other guards joined in one after another, and they were still arguing about which kind of undead is more difficult to deal with.

Just then-

"Quiet!"

A guard suddenly stopped, and then stared at the cemetery intently, as if he could see through the darkness. Attracted by this action, other guards looked at the cemetery one after another.

"What happened?"

"... Didn't you hear it? And although there was no movement, I seemed to smell the smell of soil. Didn't they dig graves before? It smells very similar to that time..."

"Don't joke..."

"Huh? Hey, look!"

Another guard pointed to the cemetery.

Everyone's eyes were focused on that point. Two guards ran towards the gate. Both of them were panting, their eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and their hair was full of sweat and stuck to their foreheads.

The scene in front of them made the guards feel bad.

The soldiers patrolling the cemetery acted in groups of at least ten. Why did only two people come back, and they ran back in a panic?

"Quick! Open the door!"

"Open the door quickly!"

Seeing the two people shouting desperately in front of the door, the guards hurried downstairs to open the door. Unable to wait for the door to open, the two guards rushed in from the cemetery.

"What on earth..."

"No time to explain, close the door!"

The two guards who left the cemetery interrupted the inquiry with pale faces, panting and shouting. Seeing such an abnormal behavior, the guards were all horrified and worked together to close the door again.

"What happened? Where are the others?"

"He, they, were all eaten by the undead!"

"What... Go upstairs and have a look!"

The two guards cried in their panicked voices, but the captain of the guards felt more and more dangerous, and he immediately gave orders with his hair standing on end.

A guard hurriedly climbed up the stairs, and just halfway up, his whole body stiffened and stopped moving.

"What, what happened!"

"Undead! A large group of undead!"

Pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and sure enough, there was a sound like a galloping horse coming from the other side of the wall. Not only the guards just now, but all the guards were speechless at the scene in front of them. The jaw-dropping number of undead were moving from the cemetery to the gate.

——Zombie siege? !

"This exaggerated number..."

"What's going on! It looks like there are more than one or two, at least thousands!"

There are countless undead in places where the light can't reach. If you include the shadows that are ready to move in the dark, it's hard to estimate the total number.

With the stench of corruption, countless undead are swaying, like a dark cloud constantly approaching the gate. There are not only zombies and skeletons, but also a small number of powerful undead - ghouls, evil ghosts, corpses, and rotten corpses.

The guards couldn't help but tremble.

Because the town is surrounded by walls, as long as the walls are not breached, the undead cannot attack ordinary citizens.

But even if all the soldiers are dispatched, it is not known whether they can stop such a large group of undead. After all, the guards are just civilians wearing armor.

Not only that, some undead can turn the people they kill into undead of the same kind. If they are not careful, the guards may even turn into undead and attack their companions. But if they are not cleared up sooner or later, ferocious undead that can fly will appear, and this premonition causes the guards to panic even more.

The wave of undead came to the edge of the wall.

dong dong dong——

The low-IQ undead that swarmed in knocked on the door randomly because they had no sense of pain, as if they knew that as long as they broke through this door, they could attack the living inside.

dong dong dong——

There were constant sounds of slapping sounds, the screams of the door being pushed, and the low roars and moans of countless undead. There is no need for wooden stakes or trebuchets. The undead who don't mind being smashed into pieces and keep colliding with each other are like siege weapons.

The guards who witnessed this scene were already sweating profusely.

"Hurry up and ring the bell! Call the guard station for help! You two go notify the other doors of the emergency! The people behind will take guns and stab the undead near the door from above!"

The captain of the guard was the first to react, and then he quickly gave instructions.

After hearing the order, the guards remembered their duties and began to lift their spears and stab the undead below. It was as if the undead had gathered to flood the city. Any shot could hit them.

Draw the gun, put the gun away, and draw the gun again.

The stench of muddy filth and corruption came out, and the guards whose noses were numbed by the stench were like operators repeating mechanical movements. Several undead lost their lives again. After falling to the ground, they were trampled to pieces by the undead behind them.

Because they were undead who lacked intelligence, they did not fight back against the guards who were constantly attacking with guns. They just performed mechanical repetitive actions, and therefore gradually lost their sense of crisis.

As if he had noticed this——

"Wow!"

A scream sounded. Looking in the direction of the scream, a guard had a long thing wrapped around his neck that was squirming. It was a smooth pink intestine.

There is an egg-shaped undead where the intestines protrude. There is a huge vertical gap in the front of the body. Inside the gap, the internal organs of several people are constantly squirming like parasites. Those are the undead called visceral eggs.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The intestines pulled the guard's body forward, and before he could save him, the guard screamed and fell down.

"Help, help! Who will...save me! Help me! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Wails sounded.

Each guard witnessed the tragic fate of their companions, and their bodies were eaten alive by the gathered undead. The body protected by the armor and the attempt to protect the face are more like delaying this cruel tearing time. Fingers, calves, face, everything was chewed up.

"Everyone retreats to the wall! Hurry!"

Seeing that the Viscera Egg was ready to move again, the guard captain quickly ordered a retreat. Then all the guards hurried down the stairs, and the undead banging on the door could be heard getting louder, and the wailing from the door was now clearly audible.

The tragic feeling became more and more intense.

The chance of holding on until reinforcements arrive, or that no stronger undead will appear, is too low. As long as the door is broken open, a wave of death will come, and there is no telling how many people will die as a result.

Just when the word despair was written on the faces of all the soldiers, the sound of rattling metal sounded from behind, and a warm light enveloped them, and their anxious and anxious hearts suddenly became extremely calm.

Reflexively look in the direction of the sound.

In front of him was a man with aqua-blue hair combed straightly and a priest-like appearance with his hands raised. Behind him was a dark warrior equipped with full-body armor, and an incongruously beautiful woman.

"Hey! Leave quickly -"

The guard was about to shout to expel them, but a huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, covering him and all the guards.

"What?!"

Turning his head to look again, he saw a shadow that was taller than the four-meter-high city wall. It was a huge undead made up of countless corpses, a giant of the undead!

"It's over..."

Despair filled the guards' faces, and their legs collapsed on the ground. They had given up hope of living.

However, when they thought this was the end of their lives, they saw the priest in front of them raising his right hand with the necklace and calmly saying to the undead giant:

"—Purification."

The next moment, the light blooms!

The sudden light illuminated the dark night, and at the same time brought tears to the eyes of the guards... It was not the emotion of living, but the stress reaction to the bright light.