Albedo stood up from the ground. Her face was still red, but her gaze had shifted from anger to killing intent, glaring fiercely at Yu and Kazuma.
'I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you!'
Suddenly, a dazzling light shot toward the battlefield from the side.
Albedo's head jerked around.
A blonde girl was rapidly approaching her, holding a light sword that bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
The blade was less than two meters long, but the brightness of its light made the surrounding soldiers can't help squinting.
Light of Saber... the Crimson Demon Clan's most proficient close-range magic.
Albedo saw clearly who it was... Belzerg Stylish-Sword Iris, the queen of the Belzerg Kingdom, fourteen years old.
In the Sorcerer Kingdom's intelligence files, her combat ability was estimated to be around level fifty.
Albedo didn't dodge. She couldn't even be bothered to use defensive magic.
A little girl at level fifty wasn't worth her time.
She could easily tank it with her physical body alone.
But just as Iris came within five meters of Albedo, the light sword in her hand exploded in brightness.
Its length swelled from less than two meters to a hundred meters.
The light sword instantly expanded to rival the length of the neighbor's Excalibur.
The entire battlefield was illuminated by this pillar of light. Even the sunlight seemed dim.
Albedo's pupils contracted sharply.
'No! This isn't level fifty power!'
"Damage Transfer!"
The light sword fell.
Boom!!!
The earth collapsed.
Centered on Iris, the ground for hundreds of meters shattered as if struck from below by an invisible giant hand. Rock fragments and dirt sprayed outward, forming a huge bowl-shaped crater.
The nine undead unicorns pulling the carriage let out frightened whinnies, their hooves scrabbling, the carriage shaking violently.
Ainz raised his hand and cast a calming spell.
The unicorns quieted down, but Ainz himself was far from calm.
He didn't understand.
'How had that little girl suddenly become so strong?'
He had investigated the strength distribution of the Nishikawa Grand Alliance... excluding Makoto himself and Yu, his top underling, the Grand Alliance had no other strong warriors at level one hundred.
Even Beam was probably only at levels eighty-five to ninety.
Iris was even less of a consideration. A fourteen-year-old girl, who two years ago was only around level fifty.
Even in his previous game, one couldn't go from level fifty to level one hundred in just two years.
The light faded.
Albedo knelt on one knee at the bottom of the depression. The Hermes armor on her body was completely shattered.
Armor fragments peeled off her shoulders, abdomen, and thighs, falling to the ground with crisp 'ding ding' sounds,
Revealing large areas of fair skin beneath.
But it wasn't over yet.
Iris looked up. Her eyes had changed... from light blue to crimson. Three black tomoe appeared in her pupils.
The tomoe began to spin, faster and faster, blending together in their rotation into a new pattern.
Sky-blue Chakra surged from within her, condensing into energy skeletal frames on her skin.
A deep blue giant over a hundred meters tall stood on the battlefield.
Complete Body Susanoo!
Susanoo drew its sword. The moment the blade cleared its scabbard, the air was torn, emitting a low roar.
The blade slashed down at Albedo.
On the Nazarick's side, everyone's expressions changed.
On the Grand Alliance's side, everyone had similar expressions.
"How does that girl know that technique?" Beam's shark face was full of shock.
Albedo raised her axe to block.
The sword blade and the axe blade collided, exploding with blinding sparks and a deafening metallic clang.
The shockwave exploded from the point of impact, blowing away the surrounding rock fragments and dust.
Susanoo's armor shattered under the impact. Large chunks of deep blue armor peeled off its body, like a collapsing building.
Albedo's situation was even worse. Her body was pushed backward dozens of meters by the shockwave, her feet plowing two deep trenches in the ground.
Her body was covered in wounds of various sizes. Blood gushed from the wounds, flowing down her fair skin.
Susanoo completely collapsed, dissipating into specks of light across the sky.
Iris fell from the specks of light, landing on the ground with both feet.
She looked at Albedo, kneeling on one knee in the distance, covered in blood, and the corner of her mouth curled slightly.
"Impressive. To take a direct hit from Complete Body Susanoo and still not be cut in half."
Claire and Rin rushed up from behind, guarding Iris on either side. "Your Majesty, you—"
Claire's eyes were wide. Rin's staff nearly slipped from her hand.
They had seen the Mangekyo Sharingan in Iris's eyes.
Hana's voice came from the Grand Alliance's formation, carrying obvious shock. "Makoto lent her those eyes?"
Yanagi scratched her head. "But didn't Makoto-kun say that without the body of someone from that Uchiha Clan, those eyes can't be turned on and off normally?"
In the two years they had spent in this world, after their intimate times, Makoto had also talked quite a bit about his adventures in other worlds.
So the Uzaki sisters also knew what the Mangekyo Sharingan was.
They had also heard from Makoto that an ordinary person transplanted with a Sharingan, because their body wasn't from the Uchiha Clan, couldn't activate and deactivate it normally.
A forced transplant would mean keeping it constantly activated like Kakashi, consuming Chakra all the time.
Unless you were a player and could equip the item in your item bar, then freely open and close your eyes by removing the item.
Iris wasn't a player. She couldn't do that.
From atop Kurama's head, Makoto turned around and waved to Iris. "Pops, time's almost up."
Darkness, Yunyun, and the others were completely dumbfounded.
'Pops?'
'That was Iris's nickname for Makoto. How had it been switched around?'
And Makoto's voice just now was too disgusting.
Despite being a grown man, it revealed an inexplicable girlishness.
Yunyun and the others almost couldn't hold it in.
Iris raised her hand and waved back in Makoto's direction, a hint of disgust in her eyes.
"Don't call me that when we've swapped bodies."
'Swapped bodies.'
The same thought surfaced in everyone's minds simultaneously, 'So that's how it was.'
Suddenly, the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan faded from Iris's eyes. Crimson receded from her pupils, returning to their original light blue.
Makoto squeezed his own hand, twisted his wrist, and muttered to himself, "As expected, using my own body is more comfortable."
His voice had also returned to normal.
Ainz also guessed the reason. "Is it body-swapping magic?"
He knew almost every spell in YGGDRASIL. Body-swapping magic wasn't among them.
At the end of the day, YGGDRASIL was still a game. If you could obtain another person's body, that meant you could freeload their equipment.
Of course, the officials wouldn't allow that.
Just like Steam's family sharing doesn't allow two people to play the same game at the same time.
Makoto smiled, gave a thumbs up, and pointed behind him at Iris. "Not magic. A divine artifact."
Ainz's gaze followed his finger to the blonde girl's chest.
A golden ornament was swinging slightly below her collarbone, shining in the sunlight.
Only now did he feel the unusual magic power from that ornament.
That was, aside from the holy sword Makoto had broken, another divine artifact passed down through the Belzerg royal family for generations.
As long as two people held the divine artifact simultaneously, they could swap bodies for a certain period.
That meant that from the very beginning of the war, Makoto himself had been hiding inside Iris's body.
He had deliberately let Ainz and his group lower their guard. He had deliberately waited for the moment when Iris attacked, letting the Nazarick side be more relaxed, to find an opportunity to kill off a few more level 100 NPCs.
The plan had proven quite successful.