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

The elderly bishop was dealt with, but the blonde vampire's expression did not ease.

With Lyra seriously injured and rescuing her compatriots still the most pressing matters, Delta immediately returned to the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild branch building, where the waiters were completing the final purge of the cultists.

Delta couldn't wait much longer; her beautiful eyes were fixed on a fifth-tier high priest, her killing intent radiating.

In an instant, Delta's figure flashed through the defensive line composed of dozens of monsters like a ghost.

The monsters that Delta passed by were all ripped open with huge gashes, blood gushing out, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground.

With one hand she gripped the fifth-tier high priest's fat neck, her nails digging into the flesh and drawing blood, while her other hand held a giant blood scythe larger than herself.

"Where's the dungeon? Lead the way!"

The obese high priest was momentarily stunned by Delta's fright, and before he could recover, he heard the voice of the blonde vampire, her killing intent boiling.

"Looks like you're not planning to talk!"

With the blood scythe swung down, the high priest had no more chance to speak.

High Priest: Just wait a moment, I'll tell you!

Delta was in a hurry, so he had no intention of getting involved with these cultists. He would kill them if they didn't answer his questions, and then move on to the next one.

She didn't believe that all cult members were tough guys.

Actually, there was no tough nut to crack; Delta just didn't give him much time to react before making his move.

However, Delta's decisive and ruthless demeanor terrified the remaining cultists.

When Delta grabbed another cultist by the neck, the cultist was so frightened that he begged for mercy: "I'll take you there, don't kill me!" He was afraid that if he delayed even a moment longer, he would be decapitated.

"Give me directions." Delta grabbed him by the collar and followed the cultist's directions to the dungeon.

"really……"

Upon entering the dungeon, Delta sensed the presence of several fellow countrymen, but their auras were extremely weak.

Having reached the dungeon, the cultist lost all reason to be left behind and was slammed to the ground by Delta, his head shattering as he died.

Seeing the condition of his fellow detainees, Delta realized that the situation was more serious than he had imagined.

Vampires' skin is normally paler than human skin, but not to the point of being pale and bloodless. The condition of these fellow vampires in front of them is much more serious than that of the ones they rescued earlier.

If a human were this weak, it would be beyond even the help of a god, but since they are vampires, they can be restored to their original state by replenishing them with nutritious or large amounts of blood and allowing them to recover over a period of time.

Cultists exploit vampires' powerful regenerative abilities, wantonly squeezing out their magic and drawing their blood. The vampires' strong vitality, ironically, becomes an obstacle for cultists to act with impunity.

Because they are so hard to kill no matter how much they are exploited, they suffer so much torment.

To heal them, a huge amount of blood is needed—a terrifying amount that wouldn't be enough to drain dozens of people dry. Moreover, the absorption efficiency is too poor; the process of digesting the blood and converting it into magic to nourish and repair the body will be extremely slow.

There is another method.

Please, Lord Shadow, grant me a few drops of blood; one drop per person will suffice.

"We must get to Lord Shadow as soon as possible!"

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The vampires—one man and three women—who were rescued from the dungeon of the Bull Territory branch of the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild, were placed under the care of the Grand Merchant Guild to recuperate. Gray also moved into a luxurious room provided by the Grand Merchant Guild.

Gray was somewhat reluctant before opening the door.

Because the room he was led to by the waiter was the one that was where he was taken advantage of by the pink-haired succubus that night.

He was terrified that when he opened the door, he would find another room with a predominantly pink and white color scheme, and then a man-eating pink-haired succubus would suddenly walk in and stab him.

Even knowing that Capa couldn't possibly be here right now.

Gray took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and breathed a sigh of relief at the normal room layout.

For Gray, the biggest advantage of splitting his forces into six groups was not that he could catch the cultists off guard with a blitzkrieg, but that he could temporarily escape the pink-haired succubus's horns.

Gray muttered to himself.

I used to think that it was unnecessary to take things like tiger penis or bull penis to enhance male virility and kidney function, as it would only make sexual urges harder to control, so I didn't plan to take any supplements.

But now, he felt he might need to get some more potent tonics to help him fend off the ferocious pink-haired succubus.

Gray originally had two major goals in this life: to eradicate the Demon Cult and to resolve the conflict between the Demon King and the Hero. Now, he has one more goal to achieve.

I have three wishes: to destroy the Order, to unite the Heroes, and to subdue Kapa.

Gray decided that making the pink-haired succubus cry and beg for mercy in bed would be his greatest wish in life.

But the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

He should first address the issue of malnutrition caused by seeing Cappa.

Hmm... I remember that the special ability of the Lust and Pleasure faction cultists is to enhance male potency. Maybe I should also worship a Lust and Pleasure demon named Rast?

Shaking his head vigorously to banish these strange thoughts, Gray suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

He's not sleepy and can't fall asleep anytime soon. How does he usually deal with boredom?

Before he was completely free, he received education from the Brant family during the day and engaged in activities as a Shadow Warrior at night, leading a very fulfilling life.

After gaining freedom, he had a lot more free time, but he didn't feel particularly empty. Although he was constantly traveling around, he still had some free time.

What was he doing back then?

Gray buried himself in thought, fragments of memory flashing through his mind.

By the way, back then there would usually be a Ten Shadow Attendant by your side to chat with and pass the time.

No, it's much more than that.

At that time, he hadn't let go yet, and rejected Xita's suggestion of "having children," giving Bai Lin a "friend zone" treatment...

What left the deepest impression were definitely the few nights I spent with the pink-haired succubus.

So, he's...thinking about women?

Gray was shocked to come to this conclusion.

When did he become such a lecher? Can't he live without women?

Gray was somewhat incredulous, but he couldn't come to any other conclusions.

Gray.exe is not responding.

It took him a lot of effort to convince himself that men are all animals who think with their lower bodies, and that what he was doing was only human nature... Well, the pink-haired succubus must also be to blame!

Ultimately, Gray made a decision that would hurt his kidneys.

From now on, take Beta (preferably) and Kappa (preferably not) with you wherever you go. You can chat with them when you're bored...

Ha, shameless fellow. Gray, who's been alone with those two doing nothing, will surely be invited to do something fun.

If you're craving something sweet, just be honest. Don't always expect people to come to you on their own!

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Gray's thoughts...