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

The cult members saw a man in black robes walking straight towards them, but they didn't think much of it, only that this man was incredibly bold.

In the midst of a battlefield filled with arrows and magic, he dared to appear alone and leisurely before them.

They are either ignorant or possess extraordinary strength.

In their view, this man in black robes couldn't possibly be that strong.

A newly formed organization like the Shadow Court has no foundation. It would be a miracle if they could produce even one eighth-tier combatant. Where would they find so many high-level professionals?

It should be noted that each of their factions has only one archbishop and two bishops, with the two bishops respectively stationed at the front lines and the rear.

As for the archbishop's whereabouts...

People of that status are elusive and unpredictable; they're not people like us lowly underlings.

The cultists grinned maliciously, looking at the "ignorant" man in black with contempt, and their magic coalesced into a shadow that shot straight toward Gray.

“Let’s start cleaning,” he murmured.

He simply waved his hand in response to the attack from the shadow.

So arrogant? No, it was probably just that the attack was so fast that he instinctively raised his hand in response.

The cultists seemed to already see the black-robed man lying in a pool of blood.

Unfortunately, they won't get their way.

The shadow magic that had always been invincible suddenly lost its effectiveness. From the cultists' perspective, the shadow was smashed to pieces by Gray with a wave of his hand.

How can it be?

The ability to transform into a shadow, which only bishops can master, can ignore almost all physical attacks. The shadow magic they unleash also has similar characteristics, ignoring physical defenses.

How could this person disperse the shadow magic with a single palm strike?

In reality, Gray didn't simply swing his palm; that palm strike was imbued with magic, which is why he was able to disperse the shadow magic.

The so-called shadow magic that ignores physical defense is not as powerful as it sounds. It is far inferior to the decomposition ability of the Knowledge and Truth faction, which can be described as having both physical and magical resistance.

To become a professional, the minimum requirement is to possess magic.

It's not that professionals possess magic, but rather that possessing magic is what makes one a professional.

This shadow magic isn't very effective against professionals, as they can neutralize it with magic power.

This shadow magic can only really bully ordinary people who have no magic power at all, or physical classes who are not good at using magic to create defenses. It's not easy to fight even a paladin who can combine physical and magical attacks, let alone magic-specialized magic classes.

The next moment, the figure in black robes suddenly vanished.

The cultists were alarmed and looked around frantically for Gray's whereabouts.

A scream rang out, and the cultists all looked back to see the man in black robes holding a severed head.

"1."

Seemingly disgusted by the dirt, Gray tossed aside the spherical object in his hand and clapped his hands.

The head rolled in front of the cultists, still bearing the look of terror it had before death.

They were certainly familiar with this head; it belonged to a high priest who was their direct superior and a key member of the Demon Order.

Yet this mid-level professional was killed in an instant by the man in black robes, without even having a chance to resist.

The cultists broke out in a cold sweat. What a joke, another high-level professional?

They couldn't detect the magical aura emanating from Gray, and if they tried to investigate it with all their might, they would only experience a splitting headache.

They seemed to be staring into a bottomless abyss!

The cultists acted decisively, turning and running away in a scattered formation. They had no intention of resisting and only hoped to run far enough to gamble on their luck and avoid being caught by Gray.

Gray was not at all surprised by the cultists' escape.

Apart from the factions of Knowledge and Truth and some perverts, and excluding those who joined the evil cult because they were brainwashed, the remaining cult members all joined the evil cult for their own selfish desires. These are the most despicable people.

When their lives are threatened, they will not hesitate to run away.

A bunch of rabble.

Even if they obtained power from the demons, they wouldn't be able to cause any real trouble.

“Run…” Gray shook his head.

Do you really think I would overlook any of you?

Rather than running away, it would be more likely to earn Gray's appreciation to gather strength and try to fight him.

That makes sense; if these cultists were people Gray admired, they wouldn't have joined the demonic order.

With a single movement, his figure vanished like a ghost, leaving only the continuous screams of the cultists to sense the carnage.

2.

3.

4.

5.

……

36.

37.

"Your Excellency, help..."

"38."

Before he could finish speaking, his life force vanished completely.

This person was clever enough to think of running towards the bishop for help.

Unfortunately, it was a bit too slow. Besides, the bishop was too busy taking care of himself to save him.

Upon hearing his subordinates' cries for help, the bishop instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, nearly getting hit by Beta's arrow in the process.

Do you even have room to be distracted?

Beta seized the opportunity and fired several arrows in quick succession.

The bishop tried his best to dodge, but was still hit by several arrows.

He cursed the idiot who had distracted him in his heart, realizing that things were going badly.

"Beta, do you need any help?" Gray's question drew the bishop's attention to the presence of another man in black robes.

Beta was resentful, seemingly regretting that he hadn't been able to kill the bishop before Gray appeared, feeling that he had missed an opportunity to impress Gray.

"Lord Shadow Demon, please forgive my incompetence, I must trouble you to take action."

Beta understood that continuing the fight would likely not kill the bishop, so he didn't try to be brave and chose to leave it to Gray to handle.

The bishop who overheard their conversation was filled with a sense of utter shock.

Lord Shadow Demon? And his tone is so humble.

He had never spoken to the archbishop with such politeness.

The bishop's face instantly turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Without a doubt, this other black-robed man was definitely the leader of the Shadow Court; otherwise, an eighth-tier professional would not have shown such respect.

He found that he couldn't see through the man in black robes; instead, his head started to throb as he tried to figure him out.

The more I perceive, the more I realize the depth of Gray's aura.

The bishop judged that he would be instantly killed if he faced this person, unless the person deliberately suppressed his strength for fun.

(Bishop Gavin Mars of the Lust and Pleasure Faction: Thank you, you're getting criticized even after you're dead.)

Knowing he had no hope of escape, the bishop put down his scepter and raised his hands.

"You seem to think that if you surrender, I will spare your life?" Gray found it amusing.

The bishop didn't think so at all, but compared to his own cosmic explosion and his dreamlike counterattack against Gray, surrendering was more reliable.

"What do you mean?" Gray glanced at Beta.

no doubt.

"Death! (Nisuchi!)"