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The epic fight begins!
I certainly didn't expect Grimm beasts and Death Note spells, but these surprises are more then welcome. Very entertaining battle!

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Demiurge

That skill was called The Goal Of All Life Is Death. In that moment, a clock face appeared behind Ainz, its hands indicating 12:00. Then, he cast a spell: “Widen Magic - Cry of the Banshee.” A woman’s wail echoed through the air. This cry carried with it an instant-death effect. Ainz had used various skills to augment this spell, so its potency was greater than normal and harder to resist. Still, it was useless against Shalltear and the Einherjar construct. Oddly enough, Shalltear’s summoned minions — who had no resistance to instant death — did not fall. This situation was quite bizarre, but Ainz remained unmoved. Rather, one could say that things were going as planned. Tick. The clock face behind Ainz ticked, and its hands slowly moved as the spell took effect. Ainz glanced at Shalltear in the distance as his health dwindled under the onslaught of the Einherjar, and at the same time he felt quite disappointed. .…So I can’t finish this cleanly, huh? Damn you, Peroroncino, did you build her specifically to counter me? To think you actually gave her a resurrection item! Dammit! Ainz cursed his guildmate within his heart. Ainz frantically struggled to avoid the attacks of the Einherjar. After twelve seconds had passed, the hour hand had completed a full circuit, and it pointed to the heavens once more. Then, Ainz’s trump card took effect. In that moment — the world died. This was not metaphorical. Everything died. The Einherjar evaporated into white mist as it couched its lance, and dispersed before Ainz’s eyes. Even a homunculus with no concept of life died instantly. Shalltear’s familiars shared the same fate, unable to resist the destruction which overtook them. That was not all. Even the air — which was not even alive to begin with — fell into death. For over one hundred meters in all directions, the air was no longer breathable. If any living creature tried to respire within that area, their lungs would be corrupted by the deadly air, and they would die. Neither did the land escape the embrace of death. The terrain in a hundred meter radius was instantly transmuted into sand. Only Shalltear and Ainz could move in this world, where only death remained. Ainz’s trump card, The Goal Of All Life Is Death strengthened the effect of instant death magic and skills. Thus augmented, those instant-death effects could bypass any immunities or resistance and kill their targets after a certain amount of time had passed. One could resist it by using a resurrection effect on themselves within twelve seconds, as Shalltear had. The air and the land had also died because of that effect. In Yggdrasil, the environment would not have succumbed, but in this new world, the effects were quite appropriate to the skill. All things were equal in the face of Death. Ainz himself was taken aback by this strange effect. The land had not died like this in Yggdrasil. He could not help but shake his head after witnessing the effects of the game’s powers in the real world.