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

"only one person?"

The master suddenly realized he had been tricked and rushed over, only to find a man in black robes. He thought it was the same situation as last time.

“No, the aura of an eighth-rank…” he said in a deep voice, “The same rank as me, no wonder the elves couldn’t handle it.”

"Well then, since we're here, let's do our part."

He immediately ordered his men to join the rebels in their fight, while he himself transformed into a shadow and rushed toward Beta.

Battles between professionals of the same rank tend to last for a relatively long time, with neither side able to gain the upper hand, unless it's a battle between a newcomer to that rank and a professional at the peak of that rank.

The master's idea was simple: the opponent was just one person, so he could hold her off while his cult followers helped the rebels break through enemy lines and capture the town. She alone was powerless to turn the tide.

Moreover, if a swift victory is desired, the Shadow Court must have more than just one person. The other members have not yet appeared for some reason, perhaps they are tied up with something and cannot spare the time.

Therefore, he chose to engage the man in black robes in a prolonged fight to buy time, while ordering his men to eliminate the guards as quickly as possible.

Upon seeing the appearance of this shadow, Beta felt a chill run down his spine.

The scum of the Demonic Order remains as repulsive as ever.

She hadn't vented her anger yet when the master appeared, which suited her just fine.

Come on, I haven't had enough killing yet!

And Lord Shadow is also here, so you'd better make a good impression.

“The Netherworld and Shadow faction…” she murmured to herself.

This is the mastermind behind the rebellion in the Kingdom of Saint-Tian, ​​the faction that has been playing a game of chess with them these past few days.

Followers of the Netherworld and Shadow faction use a special kind of shadow magic, and high-ranking practitioners can even transform into shadows.

This move is quite different from Gray's Shadow Avatar. The speed of this ability from the Netherworld and Shadow faction is far slower than Shadow Avatar, but people in Shadow Avatar are basically immune to physical attacks and can only be damaged by attacks that gather magic power.

Unfortunately, she's not very good at physical attacks.

I'm really sorry for holding back a bit!

She nocked an arrow and used her magic to condense several emerald green magical arrows, aiming at the shadow that was darting around trying to dodge the attack.

Even though his first arrow missed, Beta wasn't discouraged. He fired arrows with increasing speed, making it harder for the shadow to dodge.

Until Beta predicted the shadow's path with an arrow, the master felt pain and realized that continuing to evade was not a solution. He chanted a spell in the demon language and launched a counterattack.

This guy is really difficult to deal with; it seems that stalling for time will be much harder than I thought.

However, the opponent cannot defeat him in a short period of time.

His victory would be if he could hold off the man in black; the guards couldn't hold out for that long.

He was very confident in his cult members.

Having obtained the power of that evil... lord, dealing with some spirits would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Dodging the incoming shadow, Beta didn't dare to be careless and quickly jumped away, aiming an arrow at the shadow magic used by the master.

Having fought these cultists so many times, Beta was well aware that shadows could be tracked and attacked under the master's control; he had almost been tricked by this feature back then.

Both are agile professionals with stable long-range attack capabilities.

The battles between these types of professionals are not like the hand-to-hand combat of melee professionals, nor are they the kind of brutal duels between tough guys.

Instead, it requires constant attrition, using the terrain to evade attacks while simultaneously using ranged attacks to wear down the opponent. In other words, this will be a long tug-of-war, which suits the master's intentions perfectly.

He was quite pleased with himself for it, little did he know that his cult followers were facing a truly hellish situation.

This time, I have the advantage!

Gray still stood on the city wall, arrows whizzing past him, while the incoming magic spells couldn't get close to him at all.

He could just stand there and let them fight, and they could fight until they ran out of magic without hurting Gray in the slightest.

It's like finishing off all your mana with a single combo, and all you see are a few misses on the boss.

The rebels below realized something was wrong; their attacks were having no effect whatsoever.

This is just standing here letting them fight; if Gray were to actually make a move, that would be a true game-changer.

Looking around at the battlefield, Gray noticed that although the rebels outnumbered the defenders by a considerable margin, they were not at a disadvantage at all and even had a slight advantage.

One factor is the assistance provided by Beta's slaughter of the monsters, and the other is the difference between the attackers and defenders.

Attacking a city is inherently a very difficult task. Even if the number of rebels is several times that of the defending army, it is still difficult to take down a town, let alone when the number of rebels is not that large.

Although the world of fantasy, where magic exists, is different from the era of fighting with only cold weapons, they are not far apart.

The rebel soldiers were all magical professionals, and the city walls were made of special magical materials, so neither side had much of an advantage.

The intervention of the Demonic Order could completely shift the situation to the side of the rebels.

"coming."

Sensing the appearance of the magic power carrying a slight demonic aura, Gray glanced at the shadow Beta was dealing with, and after judging that there was no problem, he leaped down from the city wall, his gaze fixed on the gray-robed man mixed in with the rebels.

Gray's actions quickly attracted the attention of both sides. Anyone who had stood unscathed amidst a hail of bullets would be closely watched.

The guards are now divided into two groups. One group is led by the guard general Elron, who is a soldier who went out of the city with Beta to fight the enemy. The other group of soldiers is firing a barrage of arrows at the rebels from the city walls.

Elron had already noticed the black-robed man who appeared with Beta, but assumed he was also a servant of the Shadow Court and didn't pay much attention to him.

It wasn't until Gray stood atop the city wall without any intention of using it as cover that he truly began to take the man in black seriously.

He just stood there without dodging, and neither arrows nor magic could get close to him...

He felt that Beta was already outrageous, but it wouldn't go this far.

What kind of monster is this person?

Fortunately, they were on his side. If he had to fight against such a monster, he couldn't even imagine how he would have died.

At the same time, Elron's suspicions about this organization that had suddenly appeared and offered them help deepened.

Who exactly are they...?

Meanwhile, the grey-robed cultists mixed in with the rebels were still immersed in the atmosphere of their previous camp, their minds filled with thoughts of a quick victory and returning to continue their enjoyment.

Having just entered the battlefield, they hadn't seen Gray standing confidently on the city wall, and had no idea what they were about to face...