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

The demon of knowledge and truth, Thurt, appeared in the secret realm, his enormous body floating in the air with terrifying power, looking down on the creatures on the ground.

In the Underworld Palace, the method of summoning the demon of the Underworld and Shadows, Daklis, is recorded. Gray also realized that other demons would have their own methods of summoning. The faction of Knowledge and Truth had already mastered the method of summoning the demon they believed in and summoned the demon of Knowledge and Truth, Turt, during the Holy Light Pilgrimage.

So, what should the Church of Holy Light do next? What should the Olmec Kingdom do? Those are genuine Tier 10 creatures! How could they possibly stand against them?

Fear and despair instantly spread among the crowd. They cried out and screamed, then turned and ran, wanting to return to the portal and leave this secret realm!

But the reality is often cruel. When they got close to the portal, they saw a group of gray-robed men crouching there, their eyes filled with unparalleled fanaticism.

The people who stayed behind to guard the portal were just killed like that?

There were no corpses or even a drop of blood near the portal. Unaware that these gray-robed men would never leave any bodies behind after their attack, a large group of them rushed forward with the hope of making a desperate gamble. In the end, they were completely decomposed into nothingness by the cultists' bizarre abilities.

The enormous creature in the air emitted a sharp, eerie cry, seemingly relishing the fear and despair instilled by the creatures on earth—a delicious meal for it.

At that moment, magic surged forth, and a huge rock was hurled at the demon in the air.

The demon, though ambushed, showed no panic; only deep disdain could be seen in its animalistic eyes.

With a mere lift of its claw, the massive rock mass crumbled into countless small pieces, which soon turned to dust and were completely decomposed back into magical energy.

The one who made the move was Alec Stromred, the headmaster of the Astraea Magic Academy. The old man clearly felt the gap between himself and the monster in the air, but he could only grit his teeth and try to fight the monster. Otherwise, would he just wait for the demon to come and kill him?

With Alric taking the lead, the other mages and knights seemed to awaken from their daze and began to fight the enemy.

The lower-level combatants attempted to break through the gray-robed men's blockade, intending to reclaim the portal controlled by the cultists.

The task of the high-level combatants is obviously more arduous; they must do their best to hold off the demon in front of them, who is far inferior to them!

Pope Augustine Lucien raised his sacred staff high, and instantly beams of light shot straight at the demons in the sky.

When the demon of knowledge and truth, Turt, saw these pillars of light, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes. He let out a shout, and the light-attribute magic that should have restrained him completely dissipated in an instant.

The Pope's actions did not cause any harm to the demon; on the contrary, they enraged the demon, making it go berserk.

Beneath the dark clouds, the demon's figure was like the embodiment of night, its eyes flashing with a furious flame—a flame capable of igniting terror. Its breathing was heavy and rapid, each breath seeming to gather destructive power. The surrounding air began to distort, the temperature plummeted, and even the atmosphere trembled under the demon's overwhelming aura.

The demon's griffin clenched its claws, compressing the dark clouds with its immense power, producing a low, booming sound. Its bat-like wings flapped violently, whipping up gusts of wind mixed with chilling howls. Its feathers stood erect in the wind, like sharp arrows, ready to be launched at any moment.

Its owl head snapped back, its deep blue eyes instantly turning blood red, as if two flames were burning within them. Its beak opened, revealing sharp teeth, and a deafening roar erupted from its throat. The sound was so powerful it made eardrums ache, blood flowed from some people's ears, and some even suffered ruptured eardrums and deafness from the roar.

In the demon's rage, the surrounding dark clouds began to swirl, forming a massive vortex, the center of which was the demon's location. It began to gather power, a dark energy surging within it, forming a huge black sphere.

The Pope and Abbot Aleksandr were both in despair.

The demon could easily break through their attacks, but they were completely unable to deal with its single strike; neither facing the wave head-on nor trying to dodge it was of any use.

A tenth-order being possesses the power to destroy the world; how could a few mere humans possibly contend with such a being?

The Pope nearly bit his teeth to pieces and swallowed them.

The Demonic Order!

The dark sphere grew larger and larger in the vortex, containing seemingly endless magic.

When the dark sphere stopped growing, everyone understood that the demon had finished gathering its strength, and death was gradually approaching!

Gray could no longer stand by and watch. Just as he was about to make his move, his body suddenly trembled and he stopped.

It's another spatial fluctuation...

Are there any experts? !

Just as the demon's attack was about to strike, a dazzling light suddenly streaked across the sky, like the first rays of dawn piercing through the dark clouds. Within the light, a tall male figure slowly emerged.

He wore a shimmering silver armor, covered in mysterious and ancient runes that shimmered with a soft light, as if woven from stars. In his hand he held a radiant longsword, its blade flowing with divine power, its tip pointing towards the ground, ready to meet the demon's attack.

The most striking feature is the four pairs of wings on the male's back.

Each of the four pairs of wings is composed of countless delicate feathers, the color of which gradually changes from pure white to soft silver from the base to the tip, and then transitions to a dazzling gold, shining with a dazzling light.

The moment this man appeared, everyone felt incredibly safe, as if healed by the light, especially the members of the Church of Holy Light, whose faces were filled with ecstatic joy.

"It's an angel!" a believer exclaimed joyfully.

In legends, angels are messengers of goddesses, bringing light and warmth to humankind in the lower realm.

Angels really do exist; they're here to protect them from the clutches of demons.

But Gray suddenly realized that the demon was no longer in a state of rage; now it seemed to be gloating as if its conspiracy had succeeded!

Just as the black sphere was about to crash into the earth, the angel flapped his powerful wings, his body streaking across the sky like a meteor, precisely intercepting the sphere in front of it. He raised his longsword, its blade gleaming brightly, forming an indestructible shield of light. The shield of light collided violently with the black sphere, producing a deafening roar.