Nazarick Rimuru

The realm of the undead mentioned by the two adventurers in the tavern earlier, as well as a powerful undead, could not help but remind Rimuru of his companions.

The flying squirrel is the being who stands at the top of the undead - the ruler of the dead.

In other words, the so-called powerful immortal may be his companion Flying Squirrel himself.

No matter what the odds, Rimuru had to take a look.

"Great Sage, call up the information of the

Kingdom of Imperia" "Answer: The Kingdom of Imperia has a historical record of about 5 million people. The country is rich in dairy products, and merchants can buy fresh cheese and yogurt, as well as butter and other luxury goods more easily than in other countries. It is said that the tables of aristocratic banquets were often served with three or more types of cheese. For more than 150 years in recorded history, it has maintained balanced relations with neighboring countries, and there has never been a major war, and more than 90% of the country's population is made up of rainbow pupils. "

[Rainbow Pupil People] are born with seven-colored shiny pupils, and the members of this group are slimmer than normal humans, and have special talents in magic, and are good at strengthening the magic of the four systems. "

Great Sage, update the existing information, the country is suspected to have been destroyed, and all the people may become immortal, for unknown reasons. "

A: Yes, the available intelligence is updated. Update

the route. "

Answer: Yerantir to the original Imberia, according to the existing map of the continent for navigation, the route was successfully drawn, and the estimated arrival time of the flight was four days. "

It's long enough, but it doesn't matter, flying squirrel, I'm coming!" ----------

was a little earlier than expected, and when Rimuru arrived at the ruins of the Rainbow Pupil Nation was only a few kilometers away, it was just the third day of nightfall, and this time happened to be the time when the undead were most active.

Rimuru, who had already turned on the [Communication] on the road, kept calling out the name of the flying squirrel but never received a response, which made his heart a little heavier.

I feel that I barely consume much MP in my body. Rimuru continued to fly forward, flying over the thick, eerie clouds, revealing the night sky before his eyes.

He had been so busy gathering information and hurrying that he hadn't paid any attention to the scenery of this world.

It was a sight he had never seen in two lifetimes.

The clouds were at his feet, and the stars were shining overhead, and the real starry sky that had only been seen on the Internet in previous lives was presented to his eyes.

The false starry sky of the sixth layer of Nasalik was already very shocking, but in his current heart, it was completely inferior to what he saw in his eyes at this time.

Shaking his head, Rimuru now had something more important to do than just enjoy the scenery.

With the wings borrowed from the predator of Rimulun, the remains of the town and castle were soon at his feet, as well as the crumbling walls.

A country of five million people, the town beneath Limuru's feet is very large, but the crumbling walls around it, and the broken carriages and skeletons scattered along the town's roads make it look more like a ruin.

No, it's a ruin.

Rimuru slowly landed on the town's roads, easily slaying a zombie that appeared in front of him.

Houses that have collapsed due to corroded wood and zombie roars can be heard from the streets.

"This place is full of low-level undead, and there is no trace of human existence... That flying squirrel guy wouldn't make such a low-level undead, would he?"

"Answer: There is no life energy around, and there are no high-level undead, and a large number of zombies have been detected.

Rimuru nodded, he wasn't at all interested in the zombies around him, but the city did seem to be a land of the undead, as the outside world said, and since he was here, he might as well go inside and explore.

"It was my first adventure in the Atlas.

After shielding

off his breath, Rimuru walked towards the castle in the depths of the town, since this was the royal capital of the former kingdom, then that castle must be the royal palace.

The zombies dressed as Rimuru's soldiers made him confirm that he was not in the wrong place.

Flying to the entrance of the main palace hall, Rimuru blocked out the sound of pushing the door and slowly walked inside.

After all, after he blocked the breath, the only way for zombies to determine the location of people was sound, and this was the palace of the entire undead country, and there were countless zombies roaming outside.

When a zombie finds out about him, it can easily have a chain reaction, and he doesn't want the whole town of zombies to flood here.

Although these low-level monsters couldn't break his defenses at all, they were very troublesome after all, didn't they? And he happened to be a person who was afraid of trouble.

Stepping into the palace, Rimulu's eyes shrank, all kinds of precious porcelain fell to the ground at will, and there were scratches on the windows, walls, and all kinds of places, and he could imagine how chaotic it was when the tragedy happened.

Rimuru visited all the rooms around the palace, and each room was in much the same condition as the hall, except that strangely enough, there were not many zombies in the palace, and there were no zombies in the king's and queen's bedrooms.

It was only in a suspected princess's room that he found two zombies in maid costumes lying on the ground and already stinking.

Gradually, Rimuru walked deeper into the palace and stopped at the door of a room.

There were no zombie scratches in the area, and when you opened the door, you were greeted by bookshelves and a pile of wooden frames, on which were neatly arranged with various books.

"Then this should be a so-called library or treasure trove or something. He

pulled out a copy and opened it, twitching at the corner of Rimuru's eye just by glancing at it.

The fourth tier of tier magic, Dehydration,

is a spell that is used on living beings.

It can be used by players at more than 20 levels, which may be precious to the world's natives, but it is useless to him.

He put the book back and glanced at the shelves, as if someone had taken them except for the one in front of him.

In other words, did someone take the books before the disaster or did someone come back

after the disaster and take the things away?" A: Judging from the dust accumulation here, the books should have been taken away after the disaster. "

The judgment of the Great Sage is certainly not wrong, that means that someone has returned here after the disaster or that someone from the outside has invaded this place...

Continuing deeper, Rimuru's attention was caught on a table in the deepest part of the table, on which were placed four items, or props.

"Identification!"

information about the items appeared in front of him, and the four items were

[Gauntlet of Griffin Lord

], [Irubia Hodan's Mask

], [Robe of First Invern], and [

Lost White].

The first three props are just low-level magic props, as for the fourth one, it makes Limu interested, if he is not mistaken, the magic sealed in the rainbow light is supposed to be the fifth-level magic of the faith system< the resurrection >of the dead, but there are some subtle differences in the technique.

In addition, he noticed another thing.

"Great Sage, there shouldn't be any magic or items that can automatically clear ashes here.

"A: No, it is inferred that someone cleans it regularly. "

Yes, there's a noticeable difference between the countertop here and the bookshelf outside, it's so clean that someone apparently came to wipe it down recently.

In that case, it means that the people who come back here and take the books with them should not be outsiders, but people who are already in the castle or descendants of the castle owner.

If it's the latter, it's fine, but if it's the former... Thinking that this is an accident that happened a hundred years ago, the person who often comes back is most likely a high-level

undead?" Answer: The probability of inferring that the target is a high-level undead is 75%. "