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

"Yes, tactics or something?" Beta asked tentatively.

The blonde, mature vampire immediately replied, "We don't need that kind of thing, do we?"

Delta's opinion is for reference only; the real decision rests with Alpha, the big sister.

Alpha ordered: "Operate freely, just achieve the objective."

With permission, Delta pulled up the hood of her black robe, concealing her long, straight, dazzling golden hair, and lightly gripped a blood-red scythe in her hand.

"My men, follow me and charge in from the front!"

Before he could finish speaking, Delta's figure flashed past and smashed the mansion's gate.

It was a surprise attack, but it was very loud, as if they were afraid the cultists inside wouldn't know someone was there. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a perfectly legitimate attack.

Beta was somewhat helpless.

Didn't she learn from her recklessness last time? She's not some stupid dog that won't listen to anything you say.

Delta did have some considerations. Last time, she was tricked by those veteran pureblood vampires because she was too reckless. But the key point was that the other party had brought silver weapons that completely restrained her. Only then did she realize that mixed-blood vampires were not so afraid of silver weapons and could use them in this way.

This time is different. Last time the opponent came prepared, but this time it's a surprise attack. The cultists won't realize she's a vampire for a while and can't bring out silver weapons to target her. Even if they can, and render her unable to fight, there are still four of the Ten Shadow Attendants here, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

So, last time I just rushed in without thinking at all, but this time I thought about it a little and realized that I could just rush in. There's a fundamental difference between the two.

It's still just reckless.

No, no, no, they call this rhythm, preemptive strikes and suppression!

"Full of energy, is it because you slept too long this morning and are overly energetic?" Kappa muttered. "It's a pity that Lord Shadow is no longer able to function, otherwise I wouldn't have come here. It would have been so much better to continue our bonding with Lord Shadow..."

At that moment, Gray, who was asleep, suddenly shivered.

While Capa muttered to himself, Beta, Sita, White Scale, and a group of ordinary waiters followed closely behind Delta.

"Are they all gone?" Kappa hurriedly followed. She wasn't good at strenuous exercise in the non-yellow sense. Among the Ten Shadow Attendants, she was third from the bottom. She was much better than Gamma, who could fall flat on her face, and a little better than the homebody, research-obsessed girl who never went out. She was slightly inferior to Ipsilon, who didn't exercise much either.

There was no other way; having two extra large chunks of flesh on my body was too much of a burden.

Ipsyron: So? If you don't want it, cut it off, I want it!

That is of course impossible.

Although Lord Shadow was tough on the outside, his instincts were honest, and he would glance at the behemoth from time to time. Who doesn't love a giant thunderbolt?

Lord Shadow really likes it, even though it makes him carry a heavy load and causes back pain, it's worth it!

Without these two deadly weapons, the pink-haired succubus wouldn't have been confident in getting Lord Demon Shadow to fall into evil (crossed out) to the extent he has now.

Kappa followed suit, leaving Alpha to consider the bigger picture.

Alpha left some servants behind, placing one servant at regular intervals around the Valen family mansion to watch over the area, while he himself went into battle ready.

"Our job is to keep a close watch on all areas and not let anyone escape!" Alpha ordered.

Delta's goal was loud, but it was very fast.

Before the guards could react, the gate was shattered into pieces, and each of them received a heavy blow to the neck, knocking them unconscious before they could even cry out.

However, Delta's breaching of the door was so loud that the people inside knew the mansion was under attack without needing anyone to relay the message.

The servants were instantly jolted awake, panic and fear spreading across their eyes. Their hearts pounded, and they rushed out of the room, disheveled, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what to do.

The cooks and helpers in the kitchen dropped their utensils, their faces filled with terror. Flour and ingredients scattered all over the floor in panic, and order in the kitchen vanished instantly.

The butler was the first to regain his composure. His voice rang out amidst the chaos, though trembled slightly: "Where are the guards? Engage the enemy. Everyone else, gather in the hall. I'll go inform Lord Dur!"

The servants, as if they had found their anchor, mechanically followed the steward's orders despite their fear, stumbling and running towards the hall. Their footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, a stark contrast to the clamor outside.

The guards at the gate had all lost consciousness. The blonde, mature vampire used her blood scythe to cut a wound on each of them and sniffed it.

"There's no demonic aura about them; at least these people aren't cultists."

After saying that, Delta went straight to meet the approaching guards.

"Who goes there? How dare you attack the Valen residence?" the chief of guards shouted sternly.

"You're here?" The blonde, mature vampire licked her red lips. "How many cultists are among them?"

A woman? Judging by her voice, Delta's voice, though not her natural voice, was modified from it, and her gender could still be discerned from her voice.

Cultists? The chief of guards frowned.

What do you mean?

Before the waiters could think, emerald green magic arrows and pink fists from beneath the black robes came one after another.

Beta and Sita are already highly skilled; taking them down by avoiding their vital points is a piece of cake for them.

But the white scales are different.

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and the guard who was struck by the dragon fist screamed and fainted.

White scales rub their little hands.

Showing mercy? That's too difficult, isn't it? This person shouldn't be dead, right? (Feeling guilty)

The dragon's body is very powerful. Even when it transforms into the body of a beautiful white dragon maid and its claws become dragon fists, its strength is still terrifying.

One punch is like striking gold, directly mass-producing transmigrators and sending them to another world.

Got it, Bai Lin is the goddess in charge of reincarnation in another world! (doge)

A beautiful girl whose normal attacks can pierce through decks—do you like her?

For Bai Lin, not killing the guard with a single punch was already a result of holding back.

Let's feel sorry for the guard who got beaten up by Bai Lin for a second, and then just be envious.

(Angrily rebukes) Why did you reward him?

White Scales: ? ? ?

not right...

The chief of guards trembled; something was definitely wrong with these men in black robes.

They're too strong. The Valen family's guards are all low-level professionals, at the first or second level. The higher-level ones are the personal guards of the family head and young master.

He could instantly kill low-level professionals; these black-robed men in front of him were people he couldn't afford to mess with!

The chief of guards turned and ran.

The Valen family's chief of guards has a good salary, but you need to be alive to enjoy it.

You only make a few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?

Unfortunately, a pair of heart-shaped eyes had already set their sights on him.