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

"Take care of the cultists first!" Lyra quickly issued the order and charged forward herself.

The monsters summoned by the cultists are not high-level, only at the third or fourth tier. This level is difficult for ordinary professionals to reach. It may be a very powerful force to outsiders, but to the Shadow Court, at least to a team led by a high-level professional, it is nothing.

Lyra charged into the horde of monsters, amplifying her magical output. She didn't use any magic or martial arts techniques, just unleashing her pure magical energy, much like... Lord Shadow Demon...

If Gray's "I am atomic" detonated a nuclear bomb, then Lyra could at least achieve the level of a missile. Although her range and destructive power are far inferior to Gray's, it would certainly be sufficient to deal with a group of low-level monsters.

After clearing out the first group of monsters, Lyra quickly rushed forward and killed several cultists with a series of sword strikes.

Lyra actually wanted to take care of those pot-bellied cult priests, but since they were positioned at the back, she had to change her target and eliminate the closest cult members.

With Lyra leading the way, a group of waiters arrived shortly after and launched an attack on the cultists.

The cultists hadn't expected these black-robed figures to be so ferocious, breaking through the defenses of the first wave of demons and reaching the rear. They retreated repeatedly, chanting in demonic language as they reopened the Greed Space.

What a hassle!

Lyra increased her use of magic, trying to eliminate as many cultists as possible before the next wave of monsters appeared.

It is imperative to eliminate the summoners as soon as possible, otherwise the cultists will continue to summon monsters, endlessly and inexhaustibly, until they are overwhelmed by the minions.

The cult's obese priests had been preparing to summon a higher-level monster from the very beginning.

They can quickly clear out a batch of third- or fourth-tier monsters, but what if the next wave of monsters includes a few higher-tier ones? That would probably be more difficult to deal with, so they can buy more time.

The cultists have been suffering defeat after defeat since the start of the war, and they are completely bewildered.

They thought they were just attacking a caravan of the Grand Merchant Guild and would only need to deal with some guards; it wouldn't take much effort.

But the appearance of these gray-robed men was clearly unexpected. What was originally a sledgehammer to crack a nut now seemed rather inadequate.

The cult's leader, the fattest gray-robed cultist, didn't believe the black-robed men were just ordinary guards. Could a fledgling merchant guild really hire professionals of this caliber as guards? Don't be ridiculous.

The high priest was convinced that his side had been tricked, or that there was some kind of organization behind the Grand Merchant Guild.

First, we can rule out the possibility that it's from other factions within the cult.

Although there was discord within the Demon Order, it wasn't that chaotic. Everyone had their own agenda, and at most they were vying for some territory.

He couldn't imagine which faction would support a Grand Chamber of Commerce to compete with them and seize control of the market.

Did the Olmec Kingdom's nobles come up with this? That doesn't make sense. Most of the noble positions in the Olmec Kingdom are currently occupied by power-hungry and domineering factions. Those high-ranking guys feel they don't have enough power, so they've set their sights on business.

The Church of Holy Light? Those pedantic, conservative, and sanctimonious followers of God, do they even have the interest to do this?

The cultists of the Money and Greed faction, at least those present, were unaware of the existence of the Shadow Court. After all, the two sides had never clashed directly. Not only did the Shadow Court lack information about the Money and Greed faction, but the cultists were also completely baffled by the appearance of the attendants.

Delay for time to find an opportunity to escape and report the intelligence to His Excellency the Archbishop!

The obese high priest made a decision: since he couldn't figure out which organization was backing the Grand Merchant Guild, he wouldn't bother thinking about it. Without enough information, any speculation would be baseless and meaningless guesswork. He would just report the information to his superiors and have them send people to conduct a targeted investigation. He should focus on figuring out how to escape.

However, it goes without saying how much fat would be a hindrance for the priests; could a man weighing two or three hundred pounds really run?

At this point, the most rational and advantageous decision for the faction would be to stay and buy time, allowing the ordinary cult members to scatter and run away. Since they don't have hundreds of pounds of fat, their escape wouldn't be difficult.

However, ordinary cult members are unaware that they are at a great disadvantage. Among the cult members of the money-grubbing and greedy faction, even the priests are businessmen with the ability to judge the current situation. Ordinary cult members are just cannon fodder who are easily lured in by a little bit of money.

Similarly, the priests of the greedy and avaricious faction had no intention of sacrificing their own noble spirit; they were thinking of using ordinary cult members as cannon fodder to buy time so that the cult members could break through and ensure their own safety.

They joined the faction of greed and avarice for enjoyment, and certainly didn't want to die here.

Compared to his own life, the lives of his ordinary cult members were undoubtedly much less valuable and could be discarded at will.

"Use...that one, otherwise we won't be able to escape." The obese high priest urged the other priests, and then, as an example, took out a syringe filled with blood-red liquid from the Greed Space and injected the unknown liquid into a sixth-tier monster that he had just summoned.

Seeing that the high priest had set an example, the priests, though somewhat reluctant, each took out a syringe and injected the blood-red liquid into the strongest monster they had summoned.

This thing is very rare. With their permissions, each person can only access one copy. How much contribution would they have to make to gain the permission to access another copy?

Lyra frowned slightly when she saw the obese priests injecting the monster with an unknown liquid.

What is this again?

At this point, Lyra believed that the unknown liquid in the syringe was a potion with enhancing effects, and that it had been injected into the strongest monsters.

Let's give it a try.

Lyra leaped into the air and sliced ​​off the right arm of a one-eyed monster that had been injected with an unknown liquid.

The texture hasn't changed; it's still just as crisp.

Lyra was still wondering if this was a potion that enhanced attack power when she discovered that the one-eyed monster's severed arm had been restored to its original state.

It turns out it's for enhancing recovery capabilities, but I don't know the maximum extent of its effectiveness.

Being able to restore a severed limb is actually quite remarkable; it's a very advanced medicine.

It's alright, just kill it before it recovers.

However, this might put too much pressure on the other waiters; they probably won't be able to finish the kill quickly and will be held up for a lot of time.

But it's a pity she's here today.

Lord Gamma's decision to have Lord Delta lead the teams separately was indeed reasonable; even ten Kage-level attendants have exceptional abilities.

As the image of the Demon Shadow appeared in her mind, Lyra's face flushed and her head became hot.

I should work harder to be on par with the Ten Shadow Attendants and become a special being under that lord's command.