アインズ・ウール・ゴウン（オーバーロード）
出力した中では一番アインズ様らしい雰囲気を出していたので。 26年1月に17巻の内容書いている記載あったので、今でも気長に待っています
PixAI'de promptlar varsayılan olarak herkese açıktır, ancak yaratıcılar yayımladıkları her eserde promptu gizleyebilir. Bu eserin sahibi promptu gizlemeyi seçti; bu yüzden görselin oluşturulmasında kullanılan kelimeler gizli kalır ve bunları yalnızca eserin sahibi görebilir. Promptu gizlemek başka hiçbir şeyi değiştirmez: eser hâlâ herkese açık ve onu her zamanki gibi beğenebilir, yorumlayabilir ve paylaşabilirsin.
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This Ainz looks more like a Lich
SlayerKarma
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A powerful undead lord sits on a dark stone throne in a shadowy crypt, his rotting skeletal form clad in battered and rusted armor that barely clings to his decaying frame. His tattered hood is pulled up, revealing only the faint glow of his (almond eyes), which pierce the darkness as he tilts his head slightly forward in contemplation. His bony fingers grip the armrests of the throne, his legs spread apart in a dominant posture. Around him lie the scattered, rotting remains of fallen warriors—broken swords, shattered helmets, and skeletal fragments litter the cold stone floor. Wisps of spectral energy drift through the air, adding to the eerie, oppressive atmosphere. Dim torchlight casts flickering shadows across the ancient stone walls, covered in cobwebs and forgotten inscriptions. The undead lord exudes an aura of dread and ancient power, his presence dominating the silent, forgotten crypt.
Ирина Леонидовна
A lone undead warrior sits slumped on a broken stone slab, his skeletal frame barely held together by tattered remnants of once-proud armor. His very skinny body shows exposed ribs and decaying flesh through gaps in the battered armor, with a torn cape hanging limply from his shoulders. The warrior's hood is pulled up, shadowing his face except for faint glowing eyes peering from darkness, his head tilted slightly to one side in eternal exhaustion. His legs are spread apart in a wide stance, skeletal hands resting on bony knees as if frozen in a moment of weary contemplation. The armor shows deep gouges and rusted edges, telling silent tales of countless battles. The atmosphere is heavy with decay and melancholy, enhanced by subtle mist curling around the warrior's feet. The style is dark fantasy with highly detailed textures emphasizing every crack in the armor, every frayed edge of the cape, and every visible bone beneath the rotting flesh.
Ирина Леонидовна
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