96

It didn't take long for Mashu's group to spot the enemy. Mashu, who was sailing ahead of the group with Mozart and Asterios, saw the enemy even before Ainz's ship had arrived at the island.

As usual, the Demon King took the form of a giant column of flesh, which was very difficult to miss. Even if you did not know what exactly the enemy you were looking for looked like - the crimson column of flesh looked so alien and strange against the background of the small island to appear suspicious. The giant column of flesh-like growths is practically asking to be on the cover of some travel company booklet, promising an incredible rest in a paradise, with the giant column as one of the main tourist spots. Mashu and the rest of the Servants were able to jump off the ship without any problems, and then go straight to the enemy.

The Demon King in turn, did not respond to the approach of Mashu and co. with anything special. The lumps of flesh continued to roll along the column as if alive, and the eyes closing and opening of their own will, lazily followed the approaching Servants.

"Hmm…" - Reacting as if to some invisible border, Mashu stopped when she heard the voice of the Demon King, - "Only three... I assumed that there would be more of you."

"We don't need more to defeat you", - Mashu replied glibly as she mustered herself. Even Galahad, who in any other situation would have joked with something like 'an amazing and inspiring speech, as expected of a knight!' stayed silent, feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Very immodest words from just a Servant... And not even real one", - the Demon King replied to Mashu's words just as pithily.

Indeed, although there was only one Servant on the side of the Demon King - Charles Henri-Sanson, who was standing silently next to the body of his Master. The Demon King himself was a significant force in itself. Even after killing a god, Mashu did not let her mind get clouded by bravado and still considered the unknown Demon King a serious adversary. Especially considering that Ainz was planning not to interfere with this fight at all...

No, of course, he had already intervened in this battle somewhat by casting his support spells on the Servants. Thanks to which Mashu did not feel any tremors even when she was one step away from a fight with a monstrously strong opponent, but the absence of her Senpai next to her still pressed on her mind.

"By the way, where is your Master?" The gaze of one of the many eyes that periodically appeared and disappeared on the Demon King's body lazily moved from one Servant to another, noting Ainz's absence, "Hmm, was all his might just fiction? Or perhaps his absence is more because of his cowardice rather than of weakness?"

"Ainz knows about your plan.", - Mashu herself did not know what kind of plan of the Demon King that Ainz knew. However, deciding that she could not just let go of the insult to her Senpai without responding, Mashu decided to cut the Demon King off with the real reason why Ainz is not around.

Her words, spoken without knowing Ainz's plans, silenced the demon for a second. Even his lazy wandering gaze was disrupted for a second when one of the demon's eyes became focused on Mashu.

'Jackpot!' - Mashu smiled internally.

"Hmm…" - Despite the fact that the indolence has not disappeared from the voice of the Demon King, he still deigned to respond. Showing that the Demon King was somewhat shaken by Mashu's reply. - "In that case, all that remains for us to do... Is to check whether the knowledge of our plan will help him stay alive."

Exhaling as much as possible for a column of flesh to do, the Demon King then turned his gaze to Asterios. After which, apparently judging that Berserker was not capable of maintaining a decent dialogue, he turned his gaze immediately towards Mozart.

"Hmm, maybe you still have some unspoken words you want to share before our battle?" The Demon King spoke just as slothfully as before, "Please do not hesitate to express them. I'm afraid it will be very problematic for you to do so after the fight."

"Yes, just one", - Mozart took a small step forward, then stared intently at the cloaked figure of the executioner, - "I'm sorry to see you here, Sanson."

"It's a pity, Mozart", - Responding to the acknowledgement of his erstwhile friend, Sanson spoke out and smiled a sad smile, - "Answer me, honestly dear friend... Do you want to avenge the death of Marie-Antoinette?"

"Hmm…" - Mozart breathed out slowly, then looked up at Sanson with a barely hidden raging emotion, - "I also took part in that sordid affair. It would be hypocritical of me to slake my revenge on you for her execution."

"And yet?" Sanson smiled, knowing that what Mozart had just said was a blatant lie.

"But I never hid the fact that I am a hypocrite", - Mozart replied airily , - "And now - we can try to kill each other."

"Well, go ahead," Sanson answered back.

A second later, the Servants rushed into battle.

The opponents that Cainabel encountered did not shock her imagination. However, in all fairness, it is worth saying that the things in the world that could really shock Cainabel can be counted in both hands. So the group of Servants in front of her could even be considered, in some sense, outstanding.

"So, you're the obnoxious little filth that decided to interfere with my King's plans", - Cainabel exhaled deeply to control herself from lashing out and killing the impudent whelp. A second later, she landed on the island, not far from a group of Servants. Her Servants followed after her a second later, all lined up in a kind of impromptu battle formation.

"I must praise your appearance at least. At least your visage as a bleeding piece of meat will remove the need for me to skin you alive." Replied Cainabel to the column of flesh that had just insulted her earlier.

"Hmm, I know people like you", - The Demon King in front of her grinned, or at least its tone of voice suggested so. It's quite hard to judge the expression of the Demon Kings in their true form after all - "All bark and no bite... Cardboard lions. All too afraid of falling from their throne…"

Cainabel, hearing the words of the demon, only grinned again, - "Oh, little pest, I have fallen from such heights and to such depths that you will not comprehend its magnitude even with a thousand years of contemplation. I have seen beings, so mighty and alien, that your puny head would explode just with a glimpse at their shadow. Just as I would break your head - if, of course, in your current guise it would be your head and not your ass… it's quite hard for me to tell them apart you see."

"Hmm," A sharp intake of breath from the Demon King was the only thing that signaled the fact that Cainabel's words had touched the Demon King, forcing him to focus his gaze on the Servants in front of it. "Tell me, what happens to the puppet that refuses to do what the puppeteer wants?"

A second later, three Servants appeared out of nowhere near the Demon King.

"Jason…" Medea uttered involuntarily, a name spilling out at the sight of her lover on the side of the enemy.

"Medea…" - Jason listlessly waved to the girl, smiling sadly in return.

"You…" - Atalanta's voice, whose gaze was laser focused on one of the Servants, was deceptively quiet. But the quiet voice could not hide the ferocity inside the voice of the archer, - "You... Vile creature, how dare you use a child as a shield ?!"

"The name of this grown up woman is Mary Reed" A girl who looked almost younger than Medea, with high collars that hides her face crossed by a deep old scar, took a step forward. She then pointed her saber, which was not suitable for her small size, threateningly towards Atalanta , - "Anne, confirm!" Mary shouted to the much more developed Servant next to her.

"She's not a child," A woman, with very prominent assets, standing next to her just shook her head. As if what just happened was a daily occurrence.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" However, this information definitely did not reach the mind of the enraged Atalanta.

Cainabel just exhaled and shook her head at the display of the Servants under her command.

"I'm bored with this stupid display." - Cainabel then turned to the silent and still Servant, who's standing next to her - "Altera, kill them all."

"Teardrop Photon Ray" - Altera did not need any other command.

"How fortuitous it is to meet you, Chevalier. I was just talking about you!" - Of course, Baal did not talk about Chevalier at all. But lies were, and remained, one of those things in which the emperor of the demons always used first as a matter of course, - "Speak of the Devil, as they say…". The fact that it also allowed him to use his most subtle of Noble Phantasms is simply a matter of course.

Baal's cadre of Servants stood next to him, with Baal a step ahead of the group. Baal who took a step forward at the Demon King, signaled his position as the impromptu negotiator between the two opposing camps.

"In any case, I am glad to welcome all those gathered here", - Baal shook his head in a facade of an approving gesture. "Especially you, Chevalier!"

"Oh, not only handsome - but also a gentleman", - Chevalier, taking a step forward, seemingly being the one to represent the Demon King's side, Shook his head in a considerate gesture. - "And, what's more, so many beautiful girls! And your Imperial Majesty, I must say that you look amazing today!"

"Exactly as should be expected from the most magnificent me ~ umu!" - Nero smiled in response to the compliment, - "You are also not bad, Chevalier! Not as beautiful as me, of course. But still very beautiful ~ umu!"

"Oh, I did not even think of competing in beauty with the Emperor", - Chevalier smiled lightly at the praise, swinging the hem of his wide hat before moving his eyes, - "But you are also extremely charming today, Madame Medea! I must say that the morning sun rays look so great in your hair!"

"Save your compliments to those who care about it", - Medea frowned a little, - "Praise Nero better a second time if you must."

"Each beautiful rose has their sharp thorns", - Chevalier exhaled softly, chagrined. She then turned his gaze to the last Servant, - "And of course, how could I not immediately notice the magnificent…"

"FUCKING TEACH!" Drake took a step forward, pointing at Blackbeard who is hiding behind the figure of the Demon King, "YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I WILL SHOOT YOU FIRST, AND THEN I WILL FUCKING HANG YOU!"

"You can't kill me more than once!" Teach threw a pithy phrase in response, "People die when they are killed!" Of course he has to open his mouth and ruin his point with another absurd remark.

Baal observed the actions of the Servants with some sense of amusement. After which, his gaze came across the Demon King, who was watching what was happening with the same pleasure that Baal is feeling. Good, that means his Noble Phantasm has taken full effect.

"By the way, my name is Baal", - Baal smiled, noticing the uncontrollable reaction of the Demon King to his name, - "And although I am sure that we have already met - would you be so kind to me as to remind me of your name?"

"Hmm?" The Demon King blinked languidly, "Baal, then… Hmm, okay, my name…"

At that moment, the Demon King froze before his focus returned to his gaze on Baal, - "I see… this is the power of your Noble Phantasm."

"Tsk, blimey," - Baal clicked his tongue lightly, - "Another with protection from mental influence?"

"No…" - The Demon King looked at Baal with a peculiar gaze, - "My abilities. I... I saw what you can do with my name."

"Strictly speaking, your name is only a part of what is necessary," Baal exhaled and smiled, "But, in that case… Have you seen what I will do to you even without your name?"

The Demon King's eloquent silence made Baal smile, "So you really are not able to see the future regarding the actions of beings like me... Hmm, funny..".

"Well then", - Baal smiled, - "Let it be a surprise for you, hmm?."

The Demon King's spell slammed into Mashu's shield, exploding at the moment of contact in colorful flames. The explosion's shockwave alone could cause earthquakes, but Mashu did not even take a step back. In the midst of the flames that blinded the Shielder, an Assassin's blade, Sanson's guillotine, flashed towards Mashu's undefended back.

However, before the blade could even touch a hair on the Shielder, a chorus of divine music wrapped itself like chains around Sanson's figure. The chain holds the Assassin in place, helpless against any attack, an opportunity that is soon capitalized on. A monstrously large ax crashed into the Servant's body, and in an instant, it ripped Sanson's body off the ground and threw him a dozen meters away.

The Demon King did not remain idle, seeing an opening in the Shielder's defense, he casted a spell that would hit the Servant of the Shield. However, the magic that was supposed to engulf the blinded Servant froze in mid air. Then as if blinking out of existence, the Demon King's spell disappeared with a trill of Mozart's magic..

"Damn musician." The next spell of the Demon King, a magi capable of subduing existences that were dangerous even for Servants, was an arrow of light filled to the brim with his mana. The arrow cut through the air like a flash of lightning, heading unerringly toward Caster, seeking to end the Servant's interference once and for all. However, once again, the Demon King's attack is for naught. As barely a blink later, the lilac Shielder stood in its path. The powerful spell then splashed harmlessly over the large shield, like a splash of water, it did no harm.

Seeing the lull in the Demon King's defense, Asterios appeared next to the Demon King's colossal form. And although he was very durable, the Demon King did not try to test the power of the mad Berserker on himself. Before the Minotaur's ax could reach his fleshy body, a shimmering magical shield appeared on the path of the Minotauros' weapon. Only to disappear when the damned music of Mozart reached him, easily disrupting the work of ordered symbols and lines. Because of which Asterios' blow easily pierced the demon's shield then crashing into his body.

"Commendable skill, Mozart", - Nevertheless, even when suffering a mighty blow, the Demon King managed to throw Asterios away from himself easily. Saving the Demon King's body from subsequent blows, - "I don't remember you being so skillful before."

"You can thank my Master for that", - After a brief silence, Mozart's spell exploded in a bright flash in front of the Demon King's eyes. And although such a display of bright lights was harmless to the Demon King himself, the resulting radiance blinded him for a second. This allows Asterios to strike one more blow on the Demon King's body. The blow tore out a piece of meat from the column of flesh with a chomping sound.

Assassin then suddenly appeared on Asterios' defenseless back, his execution blade had already been brought up and swiftly brought down. Thankfully, a second later, when only a few centimeters remained between the neck of the distracted Berserker and the Assassin's blade. Mashu's shield crashed into Sanson's hand, causing the executioner to grimace, the pain almost causing him to release the blade in his hands.

A moment later, an explosion separated the fighting Servants.

"I see that you did not come to this battle without a couple of cards under your sleeves.", - The Demon King, the source of the explosion and whose body was bleeding from the wounds inflicted by Asterios - exhaled. And then conveyed a grin through his voice, - "Hmm, no matter... It's not like you're the only ones that came prepared.."

Mashu, sensing a trap, tried to leap away to regroup. But she could only feel a firm grip on her shoulders, holding her in place.

Chevalier rushed forward, but Nero, who appeared next to him, made her change his path. Instead of rushing towards Medea, who was now out of reach, the Chevalier had to focus on defending herself. Turning himself to face Nero's blow, which could divide her into two unequal halves that do not have even a tenth of his charm, she gracefully parried the Emperor's red blade. However, even perfectly parried, Chevalier only barely managed to stay on his feet, when the blow from the pretty flower turned out to be comparable in strength to that of a Berserker.

Feeling her knees buckling under the force of the attack, Chevalier was not taken aback, allowing the forceful blow's momentum to guide him into a roll. After which, easily bypassing Nero, she was next to her, rushing forward again.

Unfortunately for Chevalier, Nero reacted terrifyingly quickly to block him again, so all that was left for Chevalier to do was...

"Umu!" Nero raised her voice as the Chevalier's wide-brimmed hat, whose appearance was straight for the Three Musketeers, crashed into her face.

"What an inelegant loss of such a cute hat…" - Chevalier murmured quietly, then rushed forward, no longer impeded by the red Saber. After another second, with a light jump, she found himself on top of the shoulders of Blackbeard, which was in a shootout with Drake. After which, pushing off from his shoulders, he jumped forward. Naturally, Medea's magecraft then crashed into his airborne body, hitting her in the most uncomfortable of places. But such a thing could not knock Chevalier off course. Once he landed, she was behind Drake. He, without pause, delivered a sharp blow with her elbow towards Drake's back. All without turning to his opponent.

The below incacipitated the Rider for the few precious seconds for Chevalier to reach Medea and neutralize her. Falling forward, Drake hissed something offensive and unsuitable coming out of a lady's mouth, in the Chevalier's opinion. Rushing forward, Chevalier was forced to pause a second later, as a cloud of red-hot magma exploded next to him. Chevalier herself at least could be sure that this was not an attack aimed at him. Baal and his Master were throwing a barrage of spells against each other, which sometimes exploded dangerously close to the rest of the fighting Servants.

After another couple of moments, seeing no spell that would immediately follow, she rushed forward again, intending to deal with Medea. With Rider unbalanced and Blackbeard behind him, who's supposed to delay Nero for a couple of moments, Chevalier's path was clear. Medea's magecraft struck her with a multitude of spells. However, even if his rank of Magical Resistance was not too high, even so, Medea's magecraft only slowed his approach, but did not stop it.

For a second when he neared the Witch of Colchis, Chevalier noticed panic flashing on Medea's face. After which, as if she were not the great witch of the Age of Gods, but an ordinary frightened woman, she threw some small thing from the hem of her cloak at Chevalier. However, she did not risk it, he struck away what was thrown at her. Finally reaching the Witch in the next step, the narrow strip of steel in her hands flashed - then struck into the Witch's body.

Unfortunately, she turned out to be protected by her magecraft. The spell covering her body, as if like a film of soap, turned the accurate blow aimed at the very heart of Medea into a superficial wound that barely touched her body.

After another second, hearing the whistle of the wind being cut behind her, he exhaled a little in disappointment. Blackbeard could not hold back Nero. Chevalier jumped away, dodging Nero's blow.

Having easily somersaulted in the air, Chevalier found himself behind Nero. After which, she prepared to retreat again, only to unexpectedly discover that his legs were locked in a vice.

A thrown glance at her feet showed the figure of several skeletons - some not entirely human, had captured his legs with their hands.

"Hmm, I see," Chevalier exhaled. It was not difficult for her to destroy almost any number of such weak opponents. However, doing so would open the Chevalier for an attack. And alas, Nero's blade was incredibly strong and fast. Therefore, approaching with all the speed available to her, Saber could most likely kill the Chevalier with just one precise blow.

Trapped, Chevalier's gaze then touched Medea, the most likely culprit for his predicament. The Witch's face was lit up with a self-confident grin. At the very least, Chevalier could see why. Medea should be proud of herself at that moment.

To fool the Chevalier with a false visage of panic, to show a false impression of a panicked gesture, that is to throw something in a gesture of desperation. Only for the thing to be a catalyst that then let Chevalier fall into the trap.

"How many unpleasant surprises..." - Chevalier sighed, and then looked at Nero rushing to cut her in twain. - "Well, at least we have our own."

A blade suddenly parried Nero's blow. The Chevalier seized the moment to destroy the Dragon Warrior holding him in place and stepped back.

Nero, having crossed blades with a new enemy, blinked in surprise, and then frowned, - "Uncle?"

The monstrous power of Altera's Noble Phantasm could destroy any enemy in a single blow. At least, it should have been so. But when the roar of a ray of light from the sky died down - among the rising dust, the silhouette of a barrier slowly appeared. Which, after a second, burst as if by itself.

"This time the walls of Rome have withstood your onslaught, Attila," Romulus's voice was still as calm and inhumanly strong as before. A thing which made his figure, towering over the battlefield, seemed even more majestic than usual.

"Oh, so this is it…" - Cainabel said slowly, glancing at Romulus and the group of completely uninjured Servants next to him, - "So you considered this to be your 'master' plan? Adding a couple more ants, believing that this will stop the feet raised above you?"

"I don't think you should be doubting Romulus' strength," The voice of the completely uninjured Demon King, whose figure had appeared through the dust, was mocking.

"Oh, maybe you confused me with someone else?", - Cainabel smiled, - "I have no doubt that I have absolutely grasped exactly what a small fry you have brought to this fight. And now…"

Cainabel waved her hand dismissively, - "Servants, deal with this rubbish. Something more interesting awaits me."

After another second, the dust has settled, and the battle starts.

"Nero…" - Caligula took a step back, looking with unseeing eyes at Nero, - "Niece…"

"How low and despicable, to pit an uncle against their own beloved niece.", - Baal, for a second sounded impressed, - "I respect your style."

Having survived Nero's attack, Chevalier was again in danger. Drake, with an aimed shot, almost made a new hole to appear in the Chevalier. Chevalier was saved by Blackbeard's intervention, a glancing shot caused Drake's aim to wander. After which, it was only thanks to the bone soldiers of Medea that Blackbeard's next attack was evaded by Drake. Moving to the side, Drake ducked a little, allowing a pair of beams of Medea's spells to crash into Blackbeard, only to then retreat again, avoiding Caligula's attacks.

Caligula's onslaught was then stopped by Nero's sword. She then, with a sigh, threw the enemy Servant away from her. It seemed the battle was on even footing with no side easily having the advantage.

"Uncle", - Nero spoke out seriously, looking into the mad eyes of Caligula, - "Today we are fighting with each other, on opposite sides, so do not expect any mercy from me."

"I see... You have grown... Worthy…" - Caligula tried to smile, but his stone face only twitched at the corners of his lips, - "Emperor."

Moments later, the battlefield was then filled by sounds of blades.

"TRAITORS! EVERY ONE, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!" - Spartacus' strong grip, that is on Mashu's shoulder, threw Mashu away. It was only the spell of flight that allowed the Shielder to quickly navigate in the air and shield Mozart from a fist that had almost crashed into him.

Asterios was next to him a second later. However, Sanson, whose body continued to hold on despite the terrible wounds on his body, was still able to leave a mark on the body of Berserker with the blow of his blade.

After another second, another spell of explosion reappeared under the feet of the Servants. However, this time, Mozart's song was able to calm the magic of the Demon King and neutralize it. However, Spartacus, who had appeared next to him, almost smashed Mozart into paste. Only the intervention of Mashu, who was next to him, was able to protect him from the attack, which powerlessly crashed into the shield.

"Not only did you have time to prepare," The Demon King gasped, "And what… Don't you think you forgot about one very important detail?"

'HERACLES!' - Galahad screamed in Mashu's mind instantly.

"It is a pity that your Master will not die before your eyes - but alas, such is life", - The Demon King feigned frustration, after which he laughed, - "Megalos, erase that upstart from the face of the Earth!"

After another moment, a large figure - a huge figure, whose appearance was like the most destructive earthquake or a great fire that took human form, flashed, only for a moment, next to Mashu.

"Senpai..." - Mashu only managed to breathe out at the last moment, expecting a blow. But the Berserker colossus-like visage disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"The greatest hero of Greece, consumed by the Berserker's Madness Enhancement", - the Demon King exhaled, - "And with the boundless power of the Grail, combined in a single creation. What happens if the resulting monster collides with an enemy. I'm curious to know?"

"Senpai" - Mashu concentrated all her will in this thought toward her Senpai - "Be careful."

After another second, she returned her attention to the battle ahead of her.

Ainz continued to hover above the island, calmly watching the Servants' battle. Apparently, Baal and Cainabel were doing just fine. So much so, that Ainz was glad that they were developing their own plans without Ainz's interference.

After that, Ainz looked at Mashu's battle...

Only to see something approaching him with unimaginable speed.

"Theoretically, if he were to crash into me, then he will definitely inflict bludgeoning damage," Ainz calmly noted and casted the appropriate defense. "Resist bludgeoning damage"

After another moment, Ainz managed to make out the ax that is going to strike him. The force of the impact was such that Ainz was literally thrown away as if from a cannon.

Ainz could feel that his HP was reduced.

Blunt damage was one of the main weaknesses of the Skeleton Race. Moreover, the spell he used was not a specialized one, his class did not specialize in strengthening spells, and the spell itself was not the most powerful of defense magic in Ainz's arsenal. And yet, if Ainz could still see the HUD of Yggdrasil to see the damage, he would only see a single-digit number of damage at best.

So one could see the gulf between the two combatants. However, Megalos' strike had damaged Ainz.

"This is unexpected," Ainz calmly remarked, and then instantly arrested his momentum with a flight spell, turning himself to see the attacker.

Being that he managed to see some similarity to the being in front of him and Heracles, strong enough, he could only assume that he was fighting Heracles but still not exactly the same. The huge, grayish creature's body was streaked with blood-red streaks that pulsed completely independently of each other. In his hands, the monster held a huge ax, one that no human could lift, the blow from which inflicted damage on Ainz. The ax continued to slowly sparkle with the blood-red color of the cracks covering it.

The giant's face was ugly, it was as if someone had taken Heracles' normal visage then twisted in inhuman rage. Its open mouth bared huge fangs, as if taken from the mouth of some predator, and saliva continued to slowly flow down the creature's lip.

However, a second later, still obeying the laws of physics, the giant colossus began to fall back to the ground as it possessed no ability to fly. Only for it to, in violation of physics, push off the empty air and rush forward in the air like a wild beast.

"And he's fast!" - Ainz instantly teleported away, dodging the monster's blow, appearing above the monster several hundred meters higher - "And jumping through the air... A rare ability."

Megalos, however, was instantly able to locate Ainz and then pushed off of the air again, rushing towards the mage.

"I wonder if Servants will also get a level-up if they kill him?" - Ainz thought about it for a second, while teleporting again. After which, assessing the possibility, he shook his head - "No, for the Servants it may be an overwhelming task... In that case, hmm..."

Like divine wrath, a monstrous force of lightning struck the monster, damaging it. However, instead of howling, all Ainz heard was a growl full of anger and hatred.

"I took off only two percent of his health!" Ainz clicked his tongue in admiration. The spell he cast was not the most powerful spell in Ainz's arsenal, but for it to only cause a 2% reduction in HP! Given how often the stronger Servants possessed absolutely ridiculous magical resistance, it was an extremely decent result, making Ainz wonder - "I wonder how many data crystals you would drop when I defeat you... "

Megalos, as if hearing Ainz's thoughts, responded with a growl, rushing forward towards the mage again.

Description:

STATUS: INACTIVE FOR [MEMORY ERROR] EONS [MEMORY ERROR] MILLENNIAS [MEMORY ERROR] CENTURIES [MEMORY ERROR] YEARS [MEMORY ERROR] MONTHS [MEMORY ERROR] WEEKS [MEMORY ERROR] DAYS [MEMORY ERROR] HOURS [MEMORY ERROR] MINUTES...

REQUEST…

REQUEST SENT

WAITING... WAITING... WAITING...

REQUEST DECLINED AT THE EXPIRATION OF THE REQUEST TIME

STATUS: INACTIVE FOR [MEMORY ERROR] EONS [MEMORY ERROR] MILLENNIAS [MEMORY ERROR] CENTURIES [MEMORY ERROR] YEARS [MEMORY ERROR] MONTHS [MEMORY ERROR] WEEKS [MEMORY ERROR] DAYS [MEMORY ERROR] HOURS [MEMORY ERROR] MINUTES [1] SECONDS...

REQUEST...