The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The hero team was truly driven to the brink of despair.

The intrusion of the Demonic Order into the Holy Light Pilgrimage was unexpected by everyone. Philippa and the others had already exhausted a lot of energy on the Holy Light Pilgrimage, so they were no match for the gray-robed cultists who surrounded them.

Sophia had already used up most of her magic power and was extremely angry. Her mouth was not clean, and she cursed the Demon Order and the Church of Holy Light.

It's perfectly normal to criticize the Demon Cult, but Sophia also criticized the Church of Holy Light...

It is evident how dissatisfied Sophia was with the Church of Holy Light's arrangements for the Holy Light Pilgrimage.

With members of the Demonic Order infiltrating and the Holy Light Church's rescue personnel still nowhere to be seen, Philippa's dissatisfaction with her church had reached its peak.

It's clear that Sophia was already dissatisfied with the Church of Holy Light, and perhaps she only dared to shout it out loud at this critical moment.

Taric was frustrated as he was forced to retreat under the onslaught of the grey-robed men.

Although he wasn't quite at the point of being a burden or a hindrance, he understood that he was the least useful of the three, and he was quite unhappy about it.

Philippa gritted her teeth. Although she was exhausted from dealing with the gray-robed man's attacks and her physical strength and magic were being constantly depleted, her momentum was getting stronger and stronger, giving her a feeling of "being trapped in the enemy's formation, yet fighting bravely."

The gray-robed man at the head of the group looked displeased.

Too much time wasted, the hero is really tough!

The two sides confronting each other in the forest both find the other troublesome; isn't this a kind of two-way journey?

The gray-robed leader seemed to have no intention of continuing the fight, muttering incantations as if preparing some powerful move.

Suddenly, a breeze arose, and the gray-robed man who was gradually approaching the hero's team was suddenly thrown far away, crashing hard into a tree trunk and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The unexpected turn of events caused Philippa to frown as she looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of her, lost in thought.

Deep in the dense forest, dim light filtered through layers of leaves, dappling the ground. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, whipping up fallen leaves and creating a small whirlwind. Within this whirlwind, a figure in black robes appeared and disappeared.

The figure in black robes stood silently between the two sides. The hero team could only see his back, a dark figure that seemed to blend into the night, bringing an immense pressure to both the hero team and the cultists.

A pair of eyes, like two cold stars, gleamed with a cruel light in the night, staring directly at the cultists.

Who? This was the question on Sofia and Taric's minds.

The gray-robed man at the head of the group was greatly surprised. He was a priest of the Desire and Truth faction and knew the details of the operation well, but the sudden appearance of the dark figure was clearly not what he expected.

So fast! I didn't even see how this person appeared! And he broke through the Lord's grace in an instant!

That outfit... is it the Shadow Court? That organization that suddenly rose to prominence and has been opposing them all along?

Such an unexpected turn of events may affect the plan.

He sensed something was wrong and tried to speak faster, gathering his magic power without reservation. The other gray-robed men also gathered together, trying to buy time for their priest.

"It seems your decomposition ability gets stronger the more people there are!" The shadowy figure's deep voice rang out, making the priest feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Has this person seen through the true nature of grace?

The shadowy figure didn't seem to intend to say anything more. He simply raised his hand, and the surrounding magic became violent as if following his movement.

The cultists were surrounded by a purplish-black light curtain. They tried their best to decompose it, but in the end, they only felt the terrifying magic power of the shadow, which was dense and enormous in quantity, as if an ant was looking up at a towering giant.

The dark figure lightly clenched his fist, and a violent surge of magical energy appeared, accompanied by a dazzling purplish-black light.

As the light faded and the magic around him stabilized, the gray-robed man was no longer visible in the forest, and the vegetation where he had been standing had also vanished completely.

Sofia and Tariq were stunned.

What kind of technique is this? Just how powerful is this shadowy figure?

After doing all this, the shadowy figure turned to look at the hero team, and they realized that the so-called shadowy figure was just a person dressed in a black robe whose face could not be seen.

The man grinned and stared intently at Philippa.

"Nice to meet you, brave warrior!"

Philippa gripped her light sword tightly, her expression even more grave than when she had been driven into a corner.

"Demon King!" She met the black-robed man's gaze defiantly.

How did Philippa recognize the man in the black robe? Actually, Philippa didn't have any basis; she just had a gut feeling and trusted it very much.

Although Philippa appeared quite defiant, she was actually under immense pressure and trembling all over.

Family members, does anyone understand? We haven't had a single piece of information about the demons until now. The first time we saw them was during the Holy Light Pilgrimage, and they were the final boss right off the bat.

This is impossible to play at all!

She knew very well that the demon king before her was far beyond her current ability to contend with.

It's roughly 1 in 9, meaning she can be killed nine times per second.

She didn't understand why the Demon Order and the Demon King would appear at the Holy Light Pilgrimage at the same time, which was supposed to be the most sacred ceremony in the Kingdom of Olmec.

She was also quite unsure about the Demon King's actions.

At first glance, it seems that the demon king saved her when she was in danger, but that's the problem!

How could the Demon King, her nemesis, possibly be so kind as to appear and save her?

The most reasonable explanation she could think of was that this demon king was obsessed with something, such as only allowing her to kill her personally.

Philippa stared intently at the black-robed man before her, barely daring to breathe, fearing that she would be plunged into complete darkness at any moment.

Sofia and Tarek were feeling no less strongly than Philippa. Sofia had already "kindly" greeted the Pope's entire family several times in just a few seconds.

Alright, not only the Demon Order, but even the Demon King has infiltrated this area, and the church hasn't noticed anything, has it?

The man in black robes didn't say anything more, but just stared at Philippa with great interest, seemingly enjoying the sight of her panicked yet forced composure.

Time flowed slowly, and although it was only a few seconds, Philippa felt incredibly tormented.

This extreme panic, not knowing what the other party is planning, and the feeling of constantly watching their next move is truly unbearable.

The man in black robes suddenly chuckled, and the intense pressure vanished along with his figure.

Only a frivolous voice remained, echoing through the forest.

"See you next time, hero!"