"Purification Magic... how could it work on me?"
Ainz panted heavily. In the center of his skeletal chest, his red, heart-like organ heaved violently.
As an undead being, he knew that holy magic had a strong restraining effect on him. From the very first day he chose this class, he had worked hard on this aspect.
Resistance equipment, resistance magic, World Items... he had used everything he could think of.
To him, Purification Magic wasn't even an itch.
"Normal stuff naturally wouldn't work."
Makoto's voice floated down from above. "But if it's divine-grade, that's different."
The moment his words ended, a voice exploded in his mind.
"Hey—! When are you letting me out—! It's so boring in here! There's also this weird woman who doesn't talk! I want out! I want out—!"
The signature annoying voice made Makoto roll his eyes involuntarily.
"Shut up. After this battle is over, you can drink as much bubbly wine as you want."
The voice in his mind was silent for half a second, then grew even more excited. "Really?! You better not lie to me! I'm a goddess, you know. If you lie to me, I'll take you to Hell after you die!"
Makoto ignored her.
That's right. He had sealed Aqua inside his body using an improved version of the Kama Technique, just like he had done with Kaguya in the Naruto World.
In this state, he could borrow Aqua's divine power.
Makoto raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and waved his palm toward the sky.
"Sacred Exorcism—!"
Scorching blue-white light surged from his palm, pouring down like an angel's descent, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Wherever the light passed, the black aura of death curled, blackened, and turned to ash like paper touched by fire.
Those undead soldiers, completely immune to pain, let out hoarse cries of pain the moment they were touched by the blue-white light.
Tens of thousands of undead soldiers turned to ash in the light. With a gust of wind, they were gone.
Aura, Mare, Demiurge, and the others stumbled and fell to their knees.
Their races... Dark Elves, Demons... were also restrained by Holy Magic.
In fact, most of Nazarick's NPCs were restrained by Aqua.
Cocytus stood there, not moving.
He was an insectoid. Holy Magic didn't affect him much.
Sebas stood beside him. As a dragonoid, he was even less affected.
But the problem now was that the man across from them was the creator of their creators. Whose orders should they follow now?
Makoto didn't give them time to think. He reached into his collar, grabbed the pull ring on his chest, and yanked it hard.
"Rrrrip—!" The roar of the chainsaw echoed across the battlefield. Black power of annihilation surged from his body, like a bursting dam, engulfing his body.
His skin turned from flesh-colored to black. His arms multiplied from two to four. The chainsaws on his hands and head burst through the skin of his elbows and skull. The saw teeth shimmered with a cold, sharp luster in the sunlight.
Black Chainsaw Form.
But this was not the end.
A sacred power, the complete opposite of the Black Chainsaw's power of annihilation, spread from his heart, like a silver-white river slowly flowing across black soil.
Black and white interwove and merged on his skin, dyeing his black skin pure white and outlining pale blue patterns, much like the color of Aqua's blue hair.
It looked a lot like Omegamon: Merciful Mode.
Well, let's call it [Chainsaw Man - Compassion Form] for now.
Makoto raised his right arm. Two enormous chainsaws spun without end.
The chainsaw teeth were wrapped in blue-white holy light, sweeping away the surrounding undead aura.
Then, he brought them down!
A sword energy shot from the chainsaw's edge, forming a holy light pillar that fell from the sky, its diameter surpassing Susanoo's waist.
The direction the light pillar fell was where the dark-aligned guardians... Demiurge, Aura, Mare... were positioned.
Demiurge raised his arms to block. Aura summoned magical beasts to shield herself. Mare raised his staff and opened a magic barrier.
The light pillar fell on them. They weren't blasted away, weren't knocked back. Their bodies suffered no physical damage.
It was more like their souls were drained.
One by one, they collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as if exhausted.
That sword energy also affected Heiji, James, and the others.
But the light did no harm to them, because they were human.
An absolute Anti-Demon Weapon.
In this state, Makoto possessed absolute suppressive power over dark races... Demons, Undead, Vampires.
That was why he had kept Aqua around all these years.
This idiot goddess, who couldn't even defeat a giant frog normally, was the absolute bane of these dark races.
Just like the Darkness Devil in the Chainsaw Man World... its combat ability was definitely the ceiling of that world.
Even Makima and Black Chainsaw, not attached to Makoto, might not be its match.
But despite being such a terrifying existence, it was extremely afraid of fire and light.
It was like the powerful China having a fatal weakness like its national soccer team.
Perhaps even Ace from the original One Piece could defeat the Darkness Devil.
There was no helping it. It was naturally hard-countered.
Makoto reverted from Black Chainsaw Form to human form.
He walked to Ainz, took off his white coat, and draped it over Ainz's remains.
He gave his story's protagonist a final bit of dignity.
"Sorry I couldn't give you an ending."
Makoto's mood was also a bit complex.
As an Author, personally executing a character he had created... this feeling was really hard to describe.
He hoped that that soul named 'Suzuki Satoru' could return to its own real world.
If he really did go back, he hoped the humanity that had been worn away would also return.
Makoto turned around and looked at the survivors of Nazarick.
Pandora's Actor stood at the front. His bowling ball face showed no expression, but he lowered his head, staring straight at his creator... or rather, his father's... remains.
Sebas stood beside him. His silver-white hair was meticulously combed, his posture straight as a pine.
The seven maids of the Pleiades maid squad stood behind them. Some had their heads lowered, some looked at Makoto, some looked at Ainz's remains.
"I didn't expect you to not attack."
The corner of Makoto's mouth curved slightly. "Do you still have respect for your master's creator?"
A silent atmosphere filled the Nazarick group.
Finally, Sebas stepped forward.
He came to Makoto, placed his right hand over his chest, and gave a slight bow.
"Nishikawa-sama, how do you intend to deal with us?"
This form of address reflected Sebas's attitude toward Makoto.
In their understanding of Nazarick, the Supreme Beings were their creators.
And now, even the Supreme Beings were creations of this man.
So even if they didn't want to accept it, they had to admit... this person was, to them, truly the 'God of Gods' in the truest sense.