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

With a swipe of the blood scythe, Delta mercilessly slaughtered his comrades, just as he had planned. The vampires, exhausted from dealing with Delta's attacks, didn't even have a chance to speak.

"Lord Delta, they are also vampires, right?" Number 0211 cautiously approached and asked his question.

After accompanying Gray to explore the demon ruins, 0211 immediately returned to Delta's command to assist in some tasks and also taught a small class on the language of demons.

The Shadow Court has never been able to decipher the demon language, and since the important information of the Demon Order is recorded in the demon language, a large amount of information related to the Demon Order has been lost.

Number 0211 has recently mastered the demon language, but it is obviously not enough for her to do it alone. There is a demand for demon language translators in various places, and she is too busy to handle everything. So she decided to teach a group of students first to ensure the supply of talent.

The teaching efficiency is quite good. It's really helpful to have a teacher to guide you. It's too troublesome to learn by yourself just by relying on cult books.

Actually, when Gray summoned her to the Kingdom of Saint-Tian, ​​0211 had already completed preparations and started teaching. Gray's order actually caused the teaching to be interrupted for a period of time.

After all, within the Shadow Court, the orders of that supreme Shadow Lord are absolute and have the highest priority!

The teaching proceeded smoothly, and in her spare time, Number 0211 would also accompany Delta on missions, just like the current scene...

People habitually call vampires "vampires," and No. 0211 is no exception. However, she reacted quickly, realizing that vampires don't really like this term, and quickly stopped herself from using it.

Delta, a blonde, mature vampire who shows no mercy even to her own kind, makes Number 0211 feel somewhat afraid.

"Compatriots? I'd say we're the same kind, right?" After the battle, the blonde vampire returned to her usual elegant demeanor: "It's nothing. Relationships among vampires are just that bad. Don't monsters often eat each other?"

They joined the demonic cult, which is the enemy; there's no room for mercy.

Number 0211 has certainly learned something new. Delta has always been ruthless and decisive, without exception.

The blonde, mature vampire stretched, the battle just now was merely a warm-up for her.

The night is still long...

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"President..." The subordinate handed over a report with trembling hands.

Lockston Kingsol is the president of the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild and the archbishop of the Wealth and Greed faction of the Demon Order.

Lockston took the report and glanced at it quickly.

“The losses are significant.” This was the conclusion Lockston drew from the report: “Most of the people sent to attack the caravans under the Grand Merchant Guild have gone missing, and only a few returned successfully. It seems that the Grand Merchant Guild is not an easy target to deal with.”

His men found it strange that Lockston spoke calmly and didn't seem to care much about the losses.

In his memory, the president of the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild and the archbishop of the greedy and avaricious faction, even though he was incredibly wealthy, was stingy (crossed out) and very concerned about every penny he lost, embodying greed and avarice to the extreme.

What's going on today? Shouldn't Lockston be furious at such a loss? Has he changed his ways?

It wasn't that Lockston had changed his ways and stopped being so greedy; rather, these losses weren't his, but rather the vampires'.

Despite calling it a collaboration, Lockston was actually unilaterally exploiting the vampires. The information he promised to give them was hardly a price to pay for the powerful Golden Weasel Merchant Guild.

He was merely using someone else to do his dirty work; the vampires suffering heavy losses and setbacks wasn't necessarily bad news.

The cunning and shrewd Lockston had also been secretly watching the vampires' movements to prevent being betrayed.

Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. How could Lockston, who doesn't even trust his own kind, possibly be completely unguarded against vampires?

"Hmm?" Turning the page, Lockston saw the message that gave him a jolt.

"Those vampires suddenly ran away uncontrollably?" Lockston looked at the direction the vampires were moving, as indicated on the map, and it was clear they were converging in one place.

Lockston asked, somewhat puzzled, "Is there something there?"

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"It really is an endless stream." Delta frowned slightly.

Having already killed a wave of attacking vampires and cultists, Delta felt that she had achieved her goal of making an example of them and believed that the caravan would not be attacked again. She only continued to secretly escort the caravan as a precaution (more out of boredom).

To her surprise, a mixed-race vampire appeared every night. Why was she still so persistent?

Delta was helpless and had no choice but to continue the killing until the vampires stopped appearing or the caravan reached its destination.

Until that night when even the moon was obscured by dark clouds.

Vampires fear sunlight because it can cause them great harm.

Moonlight is formed by the reflection of the moon from sunflowers, and is essentially still sunlight, only weakened, so it can no longer effectively harm vampires, but still has a slight suppressive effect.

Only when moonlight is absent, on such a cloudy night, are the vampires truly free from all constraints.

Looking at the dark mass in front of him, and with only a dozen or so waiters behind him, Delta showed no fear whatsoever.

The dark mass consisted of blood-red bats, a peculiar kind of demon... it shouldn't even be considered a demon.

These bats are born from the magic of vampires and are completely obedient to their commands.

A large area looks intimidating, but it's actually not a threat at all.

A high-level professional is a qualitative change in magic. To overwhelm a high-level professional with low-level professionals, what level of quantitative change would be needed to trigger this qualitative change?

Of course, among the magic circles that mages can set up, there are those that can enable a smaller number of low-level professionals to contend with high-level professionals.

However, the gap between professionals is increasing exponentially with each level.

Delta is an eighth-order vampire, but no vampire has ever reached that level.

Only demons, humans, and monsters have such high upper limits; dragons... races that can be said to be extinct don't need to be included.

Among the vampire army before them, the highest level was only seventh rank, which was already the peak of vampires, and only a few veteran vampires could reach that level.

Delta, the blonde, mature vampire, smiled as she looked down at the army before her.

"There's a lot today? Thanks, let's finish them all together to save time..."