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

This is the voice of the elderly bishop.

They didn't kill them?

That makes sense. After all, he's an eighth-tier professional. How could he be taken down so easily?

She had only managed to breach the defenses of a few monsters, unleashing a final, desperate strike, which was blocked...

Now Lyra didn't hesitate any longer and thrust her magic sword towards her own chest.

“How could you be so carefree?” The elderly bishop saw through Lyra’s intention to commit suicide.

The next instant, Lyra felt a tremendous force strike her, sending her flying and crashing heavily to the ground. She spat out a mouthful of hot blood, staining her chest red. Intense pain coursed through her body, her consciousness blurred, and she could no longer grip her sword. The longsword formed from magic power also vanished due to the loss of its magic supply.

The elderly bishop slowly walked over, and Lyra discovered that he was completely unharmed after blocking her full-force attack, and he still felt the impact from the punch he had thrown.

"Surprised, little one?" The elderly bishop had already walked up to Lyra and was looking down at her.

"Where did you get the misconception that you can defeat me in close combat?"

Leila's beautiful eyes froze.

Because the cultists of the greedy and avarice faction rely on summoned monsters to fight, and their real bodies are easily defeated, she had a preconceived notion that as long as she got close to the elderly bishop, she would be safe.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that the elderly bishop was thin and did not resemble a fat cultist who was weak and helpless.

The ability to summon monsters is granted by demons, but don't forget its own inherent power.

He was undoubtedly a bishop of the Demon Order, but before joining the Demon Order, he was a top adventurer nicknamed "Ruthless Iron Hand." Even in his old age, his physical abilities and combat experience were far beyond what any cultist could match.

careless...

But she had already achieved her goal, and she never thought she could escape unscathed by coming to cover for others.

Lord Shadow... Lyra is still... too weak...

The world before her eyes plunged into darkness, and she returned to a state of complete blindness, unable to see anything, a state she hadn't experienced in a long time.

The final act of will was to bite off his tongue and commit suicide rather than be captured alive by the cultists!

And she abruptly stopped herself from biting her tongue.

She could no longer see him, but she could sense that a presence was rushing towards her and standing in front of her, exchanging blows with the elderly bishop several times and forcing him back.

It was a familiar magical fluctuation, but it wasn't from Lord Shadow. Lord Shadow's magical fluctuations were much stronger and much warmer.

The words she heard told her who had come, and reassured her, she fell asleep immediately.

“Delta…sir…”

"Who do you think you are? How dare you bully Lyra!"

The blonde, mature vampire looked at the battered and bruised Lyra with great distress: "How dare you touch my people!"

The crimson giant scythe was summoned by Delta's angry voice and swung down.

The elderly bishop quickly dodged, and the blood-red giant scythe sliced ​​off several pale, thin threads.

Delta was furious. Lyra was someone she (the Ten Shadow Attendants) and Lord Shadow had practically raised, like a daughter. Little did she know that in Gray's eyes, Lyra's own loli form was also like a daughter.

How could a mother (self-proclaimed) not be angry when her daughter is bullied?

"Laila!"

The waiters who had been evacuated rushed back after meeting Delta and quickly helped Layla up to provide emergency treatment.

Number 0485 was already crying her eyes out: "Liar, didn't you say you'd be here soon?"

So why is Delta here? Isn't she in charge of another area?

Delta launched the attack first and completed it ahead of everyone else.

Like Grey, she also found her fellow vampires imprisoned in the dungeon and immediately understood everything.

The vampires she rescued were weaker than those on Gray's side.

Vampires have little sense of community, but seeing their fellow vampires suffer such a horrific tragedy, they were enraged and personally stained the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild branch building with their blood.

Thanks to the blonde vampire's sudden intervention, her servants are still cleaning up the battlefield.

There's blood everywhere, it's impossible to clean it up!

Delta guessed that his compatriots were probably imprisoned in other areas as well, and wanted to rescue them as soon as possible. Considering that the overall strength of Lyra's team was relatively weak, he prioritized supporting Lyra's side.

Now it seems she made the right decision!

Oh, a person...—a vampire.

Her subordinate servants: Cleaning up the battlefield...

"vampire?"

The elderly bishop dodged the attack of the crimson giant scythe and immediately recognized it as blood magic with vampire characteristics!

Delta's anger flared again upon hearing those three words: "They're vampires!"

Then, feeling the old bishop's gaze, which seemed to be looking at a naked loli, he shivered.

How disgusting is this old man?

The elderly bishop was laughing hysterically.

Just when we were worried about not having enough vampires, one was delivered to us willingly.

And he's an eighth-tier pureblood vampire, top-tier!

He seemed to see bottles of "Blood Gift" piled up on the table.

Using such a top-quality item as a "blood gift" should extend one's life by at least ten years, right?

Delta couldn't bear the old bishop's naked gaze, and the old bishop couldn't resist the temptation of the top-quality "Blood Gift" raw materials right in front of him. The two of them set off at the same time, and the battle began!

The Greed Space opened, and a seventh-tier monster emerged, only to be dismembered the moment it pounced on Delta's blood-red giant scythe.

Clearly, the seventh-tier monster was merely cannon fodder released by the old bishop to distract Delta; the real killing move was the old bishop's palm strike.

"Martial arts?" Delta paused.

The elderly bishop chuckled, "Indeed, take my Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Palm!"

Delta: "...What the hell?"

His hands moved swiftly, the blood-red giant scythe splitting into countless blades.

Delta suddenly remembered that Gray had said that when unleashing a move, you should shout out the name of the move or say a powerful line, saying that the louder you shout, the stronger the power.

Try?

Driven by Gray's words, the blonde, mature vampire's inner chuunibyou (delusional) spirit was ignited.

"Bloodstained? Endless Slash!"

Seemingly feeling that shouting like that wasn't enough, Delta added another line.

"Where the ominous light shines, slaughter will ensue!"

The elderly bishop was taken aback, feeling overwhelmed in terms of imposing manner. This wouldn't do, so he shouted back, "Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Palm! One palm imprisones heaven and earth, two palms shatter mountains and rivers, three palms annihilate living beings, four palms shatter the sky, five palms shake the universe!"

Although he shouted more words, the elderly bishop's voice lacked strength, and he still couldn't match Delta's imposing manner.

Countless blood-red scythes collided with the "Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Palm," causing violent fluctuations in magical power.

Number 0485 covered his face with one hand, even though it was during a battle...

But isn't it shameful to shout so loudly?