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

Gray watched Beta rampage through the city below, slaughtering the weaker enemies, and fell into deep thought.

Why does she look so angry? I just comforted her. Shouldn't she be in a good mood now?

It seems she truly hates these rebels; this usually gentle and charming elf girl has gone berserk.

That makes sense. Anyone would be angry if their homeland was invaded by rebels, right?

After much deliberation, Gray, with his blockheaded mind, finally offered what he considered a reasonable explanation.

Beta's "indiscriminate killing" greatly boosted the morale of the royal army and severely dampened the morale of the rebels.

It should be noted that the defending troops have not even left the city yet, and the rebels are already suffering continuous casualties.

This is a case of a high-level professional overwhelming a low-level professional; fighting enemies of a higher level is something that perhaps only the brave can achieve in this world.

Generally speaking, more than ten professionals of the same level combined cannot defeat a professional of the next higher level.

After becoming Gray's Familia, Beta's potential was greatly unleashed.

All ten Shadow Attendants are eighth-tier professionals. Excluding Gamma and Eiota, who are not good at combat, there are exactly eight eighth-tier combatants.

The eighth rank is equivalent to a bishop of the Demon Order.

Even if the Grand Master were stronger, he might not necessarily reach the ninth rank. Ninth-rank professionals aren't readily available; the Shadow Demon Court doesn't even have one yet...

Oh, as for Alpha, it should be coming soon.

There's also Bai Lin, a newly promoted tenth-tier being. He should be able to barely hold his own against the veteran tenth-tier life forms—those demons. But if it really comes down to a fight to the death, his fate will probably be like that of that angel.

As the demon of knowledge and truth, Thurt, said, there are also differences between the ten orders.

Gray suddenly remembered a sentence.

You are at level ten because you only have the strength of level ten.

I am at level ten because the highest level is only level ten!

It's overflowing with chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), that's it.

At the urgent call of the whistle, the guards of the elven town quickly assembled, preparing to leave the city to meet the enemy. Above the city gate, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, casting a dazzling light on the guards' meticulously decorated armor.

With Beta's unparalleled performance leading the way, the morale of the guards reached its peak.

Seeing that the situation was very favorable, the garrison commander Elron shouted, "Brothers, follow me out of the city and crush the enemy!"

At Elrond's command, the guards stepped out of the city gates, their steps firm and powerful, like stags in the forest, bravely facing the approaching storm. Iron armor and wooden shields gleamed in the sunlight, and the elven archers and mages were ready for battle, awaiting the order to strike!

The rebel leader, Finn, frowned, knowing that the situation was clearly unfavorable, but how could they retreat so quickly after launching an attack? This would be an even more serious blow to morale.

Even if more people die, we must continue this war!

Finn reasoned that he was under intense pressure from above, who were ordering him to quickly capture the town. This was the real reason he was continuing to fight despite the unfavorable situation.

If all else fails, we can just ask a master to come and help.

This man in black robes is troublesome.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a group of men in black robes to save the day, he would have already taken over the town and wouldn't be in this predicament, being forced into this situation by his superiors.

As a rebel general, Finn did possess some strength; his sixth-tier magic power was quite impressive among elves, but it was clearly insufficient in front of Beta.

Please, Master, intervene! We cannot let that man in black robes continue killing. Even though I am extremely unwilling,

Fein acted decisively and immediately went to the camp to ask the master for help.

As Finn stepped into the tent, he was greeted by a scene of chaos and debauchery. Inside, several grey-robed men sat slumped around a greasy wooden table, reeking of alcohol, with cups and plates strewn about. Their laughter was crude and unrestrained, and the alcohol distorted their faces, making their eyes glazed over.

Finn's gaze pierced through the chaos and landed on a grey-robed man sitting in the corner. The master's hood hung low, obscuring his face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes. His presence seemed out of place amidst the surrounding clamor, yet the wine glass in his hand was also filled with amber liquid.

“Master,” Finn said with a hint of respect, “I need your help.”

The gray-robed men around him did not restrain themselves because of Finn's arrival; their laughter and conversation grew louder, and some even began humming vulgar tunes, making the atmosphere inside the tent even more decadent.

The master slowly raised his head, a hint of disdain in his eyes. He gently swirled the wine in his glass, seemingly uninterested in Fane's request. "Fane, the attack has only just begun, and you already need my help? Are you elves all useless?" His voice was cold and full of sarcasm.

"Or are you more than capable, but simply unwilling to exert any effort and expecting me to do everything for you?" the master said sternly.

Finn was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Despite being a rebel general, Finn's status among these grey-robed men was like that of a blade of grass, easily destroyed at any moment.

"Those same black-robed men from before have appeared and are already providing assistance to the other side."

Upon hearing this, the master put away his disdain.

"The Shadow Court has appeared?"

The Demonic Order's internal intelligence network is still quite efficient; at least, information flows very smoothly between factions.

Other members of the same faction were also attacked by black-robed men who called themselves servants of the Shadow Court, and this organization that had inexplicably appeared to oppose the Demon Cult was finally brought into the spotlight.

The last time the Shadow Court appeared was when the garrison was defeated, it turned the tide of the battle in one fell swoop, allowing the garrison to barely hold onto the town.

He deployed more personnel precisely to deal with the Shadow Court, which could appear at any time.

He planned to wait for the Demon Shadow Court to make its move before they immediately entered the fray to counter it, but he didn't expect the Demon Shadow Court to make its move so quickly.

That's good; it's more advantageous for them if the other party doesn't hide in the shadows.

He had no doubt about the truth of Finn's words; he knew that this coward didn't have the guts to lie.

"Gentlemen, let's set off and meet that so-called Shadow Court!" He raised his scepter and gave the order.

The other gray-robed men all looked listless, their reluctance written all over their faces.

Seeing that these people remained unmoved, the master became enraged, raised his scepter and smashed it into the ground, making a deafening noise.

"It seems I've been too lenient with you lately!"

Seeing the master's anger, the gray-robed crowd dared not refute him, and their figures turned into shadows and disappeared.

Having calmed his anger, the master then vanished into the shadows and rushed toward the battlefield outside the camp.