If news of Zesshi Zetsumei's death were to reach the Slane Theocracy, it would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar and trigger a series of reactions.
After all, the Slane Theocracy's elite forces had suffered almost complete losses in a foreign land, with their leader, Zesshi Zetsumei, being a formidable warrior with a level as high as LV88.
It goes without saying how weak the natives of this world are. It is rare to find a human powerhouse who has reached level 88, and it goes without saying that this is why she is known as the guardian of mankind, and her status is the strongest in the black scripture.
Although the Slane Theocracy is a rather fanatical nation, advocating human supremacy and unscrupulously exploiting everything, indiscriminately regarding demi-humans and heteromorphic races as enemies, and doing everything possible to eliminate any monsters that might threaten humanity's position.
But undeniably, the Slane Theocracy's existence is the mainstay for humanity in this world.
Without the Slane Theocracy holding the line, the living conditions of humans would be several times worse than they are now.
After all, this world is one where the strong prey on the weak, and humanity's frail bodies mean that humans are inherently weaker than those magical creatures.
This is an unavoidable fact.
Although Roa didn't have much affection for the Slane Theocracy, and had even directly killed the Sunlight Scripture, this world still needed them, especially the human side, which needed Zesshi Zetsumei's powerful strength to guard it.
And upon closer thought, Roa realized that the Slane Theocracy was much stronger than the kingdom he was in.
This kingdom truly disgusted Roa, and he really wanted to cleanse all the scum within it from the inside out.
Roa's gaze swept over the corpse, and after a moment of contemplation, he made a decision.
"Well, might as well try out my newly acquired magic."
"Ninth Tier Magic - True Resurrection, let's see how it works."
Roa extended a hand, and magic power began to flow into it, a massive magic circle enveloping Zesshi Zetsumei's corpse.
…
Consciousness was hazy.
Zesshi Zetsumei felt as though she had lost all sensation, floating on the water like a rootless duckweed.
Her body seemed to be beyond her control, and she only felt herself sinking continuously.
The seawater engulfed her consciousness, pulling her towards the darkness.
A strong premonition told her that if she waited any longer, she would completely merge with the darkness below, becoming a part of the shadows.
And she couldn't resist this process, or rather, she had no ability to resist.
There was no despair in her heart, because that thought couldn't arise in her mind.
She simply stared blankly at her surroundings, at everything around her, her mind a blank slate.
However, in the next moment, a warmth flowed through her entire body, causing her body to tremble. Her originally dull eyes began to quickly regain their luster, and her originally numb and stiff body became light and agile.
Not only that, but she also saw a hand, a strong and powerful, yet gentle hand, slowly reaching towards her.
This hand firmly grasped her, carrying her body forward, swimming towards the surface of the water.
The dark shadows flowed past Zesshi Zetsumei, and the gentle hand carried her forward.
The ocean wasn't deep, or rather, she hadn't been dead for too long.
Before long, she had reached the surface of the water, and the large hand holding her exerted a slight force, easily pulling her out of the water.
Consciousness began to return, and Zesshi Zetsumei came back to life.
Her body was extremely fatigued, a fatigue that reminded her of her childhood, undergoing unspeakably cruel training, pushing her limits again and again, squeezing out every last drop of potential in her body, until the last drop of sweat had dried, until the last bit of strength had been used up.
She was in that state now.
"Yo, you're awake."
The voice echoed in Zesshi Zetsumei's ears, a somewhat familiar voice that made her very concerned.
She opened her tired eyes and looked up, seeing an extremely handsome young man, with golden hair and golden eyes, his light golden eyes filled with curiosity.
The young man had a smile on his lips, his gaze sweeping over her body.
This blatant gaze didn't make her uncomfortable, on the contrary, she even felt a faint sense of excitement.
The young man's appearance began to quickly overlap with the scene she had seen before, she recalled that sword strike, that godlike sword strike, that rising sun, at that moment, she felt as though she had seen a god.
"That, that, are you that senior?"
Zesshi Zetsumei asked hesitantly in a slightly dry voice.
Roa scratched his head and replied, "Is there anyone else here besides me? Besides, weren't you watching all along?"
"Is, is that so?"
Zesshi Zetsumei was a little uneasy, the girl had lived for such a long time, experiencing countless storms.
But at this moment, she was so nervous that she couldn't even speak properly.
"But it seems like the resurrection went smoothly."
"Resurrection!"
Zesshi Zetsumei finally realized that she was someone who had died once before, the terrifying scene from before echoing in her mind, the sharp scream piercing her eardrums, taking her life almost instantly. As for the ultimate move that Ainz released later, she didn't even see it.
But even so, that feeling almost suffocated Zesshi Zetsumei.
Even being caught in the aftermath was enough to kill her?
Is this… the battle between the strong?
Zesshi Zetsumei gave a wry smile, but her heterochromatic eyes held a strange emotion when she looked at Roa.
"Did you revive me? That's right, you possess such great power, it's not surprising that you can use resurrection magic."
Resurrection magic is indeed very rare in this world, but it's not nonexistent.
As long as a priest enters the hero domain, they can cast the fifth tier resurrection magic, which is not a rare thing for a senior who can take on five level 100 NPCs alone.
Roa nodded slightly and asked, "I used the highest tier resurrection magic, so your stats shouldn't have decreased too much, but as a resurrection penalty, you definitely won't be able to use too much power recently, feel it."
"…That's true."
Seeing that Zesshi Zetsumei didn't have any major problems, Roa said directly, "Now that you're alive, rest up and head back, I have things to take care of, so I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, Roa planned to use high tier teleportation to leave.
However, the girl hurriedly said at this moment, "Senior, when will we be able to meet again?"
Roa turned back to look at her, noticing that the way she looked at him felt strange.
But Roa didn't think too much about it and casually replied, "Maybe we'll meet again if we're fated to."
In the next moment, Roa's figure disappeared from the spot.
Leaving Zesshi Zetsumei staring blankly at the spot where Roa had disappeared, lost in thought.
"Fated?"
She murmured softly, her face flushed, her heterochromatic eyes filled with infatuation.
…
Elsewhere, located in the northwestern part of the continent, the great plains at the border of the Re-Estize Kingdom, the Baharuth Empire, and the Slane Theocracy.
Three figures suddenly appeared, all of them bearing scars to varying degrees, looking extremely miserable, one of them even had broken armor, looking disheveled.
These three were Cocytus, Demiurge, and Shalltear, who had gone to defeat Roa together.
And this was naturally their lair, the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Shalltear spat out a mouthful of blood, her expression slightly twisted as she said, "Where do we go next?"
Demiurge replied expressionlessly, "The Throne Room, Lord Ainz is there."
"Wh-what?"
Shalltear's face changed, they knew the situation of their own base better than anyone else.
"Even Lord Ainz isn't his match?" Cocytus still spoke in a muffled voice, but everyone could hear the helplessness in his words.
"This time, we were careless, we underestimated that human, I didn't expect that guy to be so strong."
Demiurge's tone was low, this time they had suffered a great loss.
The group didn't continue chatting and immediately started moving.
The outermost part of the Great Tomb of Nazarick has a layer of illusion barrier, and passing through the illusion barrier, you can see the graveyard.
In the graveyard, there is a huge and solemn central mausoleum, and through this central mausoleum, you can enter the real Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The moment the three entered the entrance, two figures were already waiting for them.
"Everyone, it's good that you're all right."
"The burden in my heart has finally been lifted."
Standing in front of the three were the dark elf twins, Aura Bella Fiora and Mare Bello Fiore, who were also guardians.
"Has Lord Ainz returned?"
"He has already returned, he's in the Throne Room."
"Mm."
Demiurge greeted the two and immediately headed towards the Throne Room, the two elves exchanged glances and followed behind the group, heading to the tenth floor Throne Room together.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick has strong spatial interference, and to get to the tenth floor Throne Room, you can only go to the next floor through the magic circles set up on each floor.
Although this is troublesome, it also prevents the enemy from taking them all at once.
The five of them headed to the tenth floor together, they were all guardians, so their speed was very fast, and nothing unexpected happened in the middle, and they soon arrived at the [Throne Room].
This was a huge and exaggerated place, the room was based on white, and the surroundings were decorated with various gems, and several gorgeous and colorful crystal lamps were hung on the ceiling, and under the light, these gems looked even more radiant.
And around the walls, there were huge flags with various patterns, as many as forty.
Gold and silver were the only colors in this hall.
The most striking thing in the hall was the staircase with a dozen steps, and at the top of the staircase was a huge throne made of huge crystal cuts, with a back that was as high as the sky.
On the wall behind the throne was a huge red flag with a symbol, that flag was larger than the forty flags on the wall, and its importance was obviously far above the former.
This is the Throne Room, located in the deepest part of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and also the most important place.
In the game, this place can be used to manage many affairs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick through the system provided by the guild "Ainz Ooal Gown".
At the same time, this is also the place to manage NPCs, and if an NPC dies outside, they will eventually be resurrected in this place and return to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
For example, Shalltear, after being defeated by Ainz himself, she was resurrected in this place in the Throne Room.
As everyone gathered, their gazes fixed upon the robust figure sitting at the head, silent and imposing. Beside him stood a captivating figure, none other than Albedo, who had been resurrected.
Ainz held the golden scepter in his hand, soul fire flickering in his eyes.
Upon seeing these two familiar figures, the five guardians prostrated themselves, their voices trembling as they said, "Lord Ainz, we are relieved you are unharmed!"
"Unharmed? I wouldn't exactly call it that."
Ainz's gaze flickered slightly as he spoke these words with a tone that was hard to define.
Ainz had made thorough preparations this time, yet he still returned empty-handed.
Demiurge inquired, "Then Lord Ainz, what should be our next course of action?"
Ainz fell silent, his gaze turning icy.
"Now that we've incurred this grudge, we have no choice but to fight to the death. However, I don't have a good solution for how to deal with this person."
As he said this, Ainz recalled what Roa had said, and he felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Two time-related skills, 'Moment' and 'Time Zero'.
These were skills he had never heard of, possessing unbelievable effects.
The effects of these two skills were completely incomparable to Shalltear's time accelerator. Defeating Roa head-on was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
This time, Ainz felt the deep disparity in strength. This feeling of despair was something he was experiencing for the first time.
Seeming to sense Ainz's hesitation, Demiurge suddenly spoke, "Shall we target the people around him?"
"The Blue Roses seem to be getting very close to him recently?"
"..."
Ainz remained silent, his heart growing colder.
Regardless of whether Roa's relationship with the Blue Roses was that strong, if it truly was, wouldn't attacking them be the same as actively provoking him, deliberately seeking trouble?
Without Ainz needing to say it, they also realized this point.