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

The rebellion was started by Prince Finrod Wendy.

A century ago, Finrod lost the struggle for the throne to his brother Elendil Wendy (the current king of the Kingdom of Saint-Tian), and was ultimately reassigned to a remote and desolate territory.

Elendil Wendy: The struggle for the crown prince position has always been like this; my granting of a different title is already merciful.

In the elven kingdom of Saintia, the struggle for the throne is not as ruthless and cruel as it is in humans, where it's a fight to the death.

Elves are a peace-loving race, and they consider it taboo to kill their own kind, kill their relatives and friends, or betray their country and turn against their enemies, and these are despised by all of them.

It's unclear whether this restriction prevented him from killing Finrod, or whether Elendil genuinely wanted to spare his life out of blood ties.

In short, Finrod was "exiled" to a place with a status equivalent to the Green Peak Territory of the Olmec Kingdom.

Conceal your talents and bide your time, waiting for the opportune moment.

Having endured humiliation and hardship in such a desolate place for so long, Finrod's wolfish ambitions grew stronger, and he constantly thought about seizing the throne.

But what good is Finrod's ambition, no matter how strong it is, after being reassigned to such a desolate place?

They say they want to seize the throne, but how? They don't have the power to do so, you know that.

Not long ago, the archbishop of the Underworld and Shadow faction of the Demonic Order approached him, saying he was willing to help him on the condition that after he seized the throne, he would provide his sect with territory and wealth, allow the sect to be stationed in the Kingdom of Saint Tian, ​​and even promote the sect.

Finrod readily accepted this condition.

In his view, any condition was acceptable as long as he could seize the throne, and the condition was not harsh.

Moreover, if the Demon Order makes overly harsh demands, he can feign acceptance first, and once he obtains the throne, he can decide how many promises to fulfill.

With the help of the demonic cult, a rebellion was launched.

Of course, the help from the Demonic Order is definitely not something that can be openly discussed, but the prospects for this rebellion are much better than Finrod had imagined.

Because of the princess's elopement, the Kingdom of Olmec and the Kingdom of Saintia went to war, which caused great losses to the elves.

This may have been just a trigger, but in any case, the elves' long-standing discontent with the royal family finally erupted.

The people have suffered under Qin for far too long!

One man shouted in the night, and four others responded in panic. They fled eastward in haste, but before they could even see the enemy, their soldiers scattered.

General Mythor, who was stationed in Elwyndale, was a close confidant of Finrod, which is why he was sent here to receive the members of the Demonic Order.

Suppressing the unease that had inexplicably arisen, Miso forced a smile and said ingratiatingly, "Thank you very much for your help..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mason's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and he could no longer maintain his smile.

He only felt a terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly appear and envelop the entire Elwynndale.

But the bishop standing next to him had an even more serious expression.

He raised his staff high and chanted an incantation, and a dark shield enveloped him tightly.

Seeing the bishop's strong reaction, even if Mysso didn't know exactly what had happened, he knew he should respond quickly.

He gathered his magic power and condensed it into an emerald green shield, enveloping himself in preparation for the unknown magical fluctuations.

The Elf race is not just known for its generally good looks.

The people of the Elf race are born with magical power, and the rate of professionals among them is 100%. They possess strong natural and elemental magic talents.

This has resulted in the Elven people being elites, with everyone ready to take up arms and go to the front lines, possessing considerable combat capabilities—an advantage that other races do not have.

Moreover, elves have lifespans that are more than ten times that of humans, and they die naturally after more than a thousand years.

From this perspective, aren't elves superior to humans in every way? Why then are they being outmatched by humans?

Although their lifespan is more than ten times that of humans, elves' reproductive capacity is less than one-thousandth that of humans.

Moreover, the Elf race is actually very lacking in high-end combat power. Basically, no Elf can reach the ninth rank, let alone the legendary tenth rank.

The same applies to demi-humans, orcs, and other rarer races, which is why they have always been overshadowed by both humans and demons.

After setting up his magical shield, Mysto's pupils constricted as he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

A flash of purplish-black light passed by, followed by a violent magical shockwave that struck the shield.

Disbelief flashed in Mysso's eyes, and he quickly increased his magical power to reinforce the shield.

It was too late to reinforce it now. The emerald green shield shattered instantly, and Mysso quickly spread magic throughout his body to resist the magical shockwave.

"cough……"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Maiso crashed straight into a tree trunk, feeling as if his whole body was about to crack open, and that several of his bones were probably broken.

He quickly activated his magic to try and heal his injuries, but his eyes widened as he looked around at the scene before him.

All the furnishings inside the house were gone, and the shadows of the previous furnishings could be faintly seen on various fragments and pieces.

This scenario shouldn't have surprised Maxwell.

Even he couldn't withstand the shockwave, so these wooden objects naturally couldn't escape it.

But seeing such a scene in person was still very shocking.

Mysso knew very well that he was only on the outer edge of the magical burst and had only been injured by the shockwave.

It was just the aftershock that almost killed him; I can't even imagine what would happen to someone at the center of the magic.

As the aftershocks subsided, the bishop slowly deactivated his shield.

Seeing that Mysso was injured like this, the bishop concealed the deep disdain hidden in his eyes.

Ha, I did my best to deal with it, and you only offered tentative resistance. You deserve it.

Although everyone around you is full of contempt, you still have to keep up appearances.

The bishop went over and helped Mysso up, then symbolically cast a few healing spells, pondering the magical outburst in his mind.

A while ago, a team was dispatched to explore the Netherworld Palace, with the original intention of finding the method to summon Lord Daklis there.

However, not long after the group entered the Netherworld Palace, bad news came.

Not only did none of the team return, but the Netherworld Palace also vanished without a trace.

He was already heartbroken by the loss of a seventh-tier combatant, but now even the ruins left behind by that great man were gone.

He sent people to investigate what had happened, but only learned about it from the adventurers...

"A purplish-black light engulfed the sky, and after a deafening roar, the Netherworld Palace vanished..."

At the time, he thought the description was too exaggerated, but now that he has witnessed it all firsthand, he realizes that his perspective was too narrow.

The current scene is exactly as described by the adventurer.

What exactly caused this magical light barrier?