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

The waiters all frowned. They could easily deal with the mercenaries blocking their way, but they had to spare some effort to deal with the huge low-level monsters.

The group exchanged glances, and Number 0212 was about to be separated to deal with the Rock Golem when a voice came from behind.

"keep going!"

This is voice number 0101. Their leader is stepping over the corpse of the giant beast and charging forward with a burst of energy, quickly catching up with the main force.

Upon hearing Number 0101's voice, Number 0212 stopped separating from the group, and the servants ignored the presence of the rock monster and charged straight forward.

The rock golem roared, not caring why these short, two-legged creatures ignored it. Driven by its instinct to kill, the monster swung its massive, hammer-like tail at the servants.

The rock golem was taken aback when it didn't see a bloody mess.

This feel... should be called the "tail feel," but the tail feel is not quite right. There is no sound of flesh being smashed, but rather the sound of hard objects colliding.

Number 0101 caught up and blocked the "giant hammer" with his short sword.

The rock golem was almost twice the height of No. 0101, and its body was several times larger. The two seemed to be on completely different levels. The small figure blocked the powerful swing of the monster several times larger, and the scene looked utterly absurd.

But that's not all. Magic was added to the sword, and the magic exploded. Number 0101 used its power to lift the rock monster upwards, and the huge body was flipped over.

Unable to maintain its balance, the spikes on its back were crushed by its own weight, causing it to let out a painful howl. Its four legs flapped wildly in the air, and its hammer-like tail was now the only external organ it could freely control. However, because its body was tilted back, its eyes could only see the sky and it could not grasp the location of 0101. Its tail could only swish erratically.

The wildly flailing tail struck its own allies, sending nearby mercenaries flying headfirst, their fate unknown.

The mercenary leader quickly ordered his men to stay away from the berserk rock monster.

At this moment, the rock golem was essentially a turtle that had been flipped over, or even worse. Some turtles can flip themselves back over, but the rock golem was too heavy to flip itself back over.

Seeing that the rock golem couldn't turn back, 0101 simply ignored it and continued forward to catch up with the main group.

Their goal is to storm the building and kill the cultists; the rock monsters that can no longer stop them can be ignored.

Moreover, the rock golems are slow-moving, so even if they managed to flip back using some method, they couldn't catch up with the fast-moving servants.

When the mercenaries blocking her way saw 0101 advancing, they scattered in unison, not daring to hinder her.

No way, she can flip over such a huge monster. If such strength were to fall on them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mercenaries are deadly; how can they possibly stop them? They've already assessed the situation and are preparing to retreat.

Since I've already received the deposit, I can forget about paying the full amount.

Aren't they worried that the Golden Weasel Chamber of Commerce will demand a refund of the deposit and compensation for breach of contract later?

First, they are unwilling to risk their lives for this money.

and.

With the enemy coming on strong, it's questionable whether the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild members can even survive, let alone recover their deposits or claim penalties for breach of contract.

The mercenaries lost their will to fight, and the waiters quickly found the cultists hiding in the tents.

He was a fat, obese man, and there was no way he could hide or disguise himself as a mercenary to escape.

Seeing the waiter charging at them, the cultist knew he couldn't escape and summoned his last monster in a desperate attempt to fight to the death.

However, the resistance from the low-level monsters summoned by the several waiters was futile.

In the blink of an eye, the monsters were surrounded and killed, and the cultists followed suit.

"First one, easy peasy," Number 0212 said smugly.

Team leader 0101 caught up with them and they walked out of the tent together. The scene in front of them made 0212 almost slap herself.

Outside the camp appeared hordes of monsters, as well as an even larger number of mercenaries.

The mercenaries who slipped away via the back path were just one of several mercenary groups; there were many more mercenaries who showed no sign of backing down.

While the waiters dealt with the cultists in the two tents, alarms of an enemy attack had already reached all parts of the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild's commercial street. The mercenaries and cultists in each tent were on alert, and the people in the closer tents had already rushed over.

Even the mercenaries who had fled mingled among these people. Since no one recognized them, the mercenaries turned back when they saw that the situation was favorable.

What escape? Who escaped? They said they didn't know them and felt disgusted by the person who escaped.

"This is..." Number 0212 gritted his teeth: "Everyone from the neighborhood has come over, right?"

Number 0101 glanced at her and said, "What, scared?"

Number 0212 smiled and shook his head: "How could that be? It's just a small matter."

Yes, it's a small matter. If it were the Ten Shadows or that 0486 waiter here, they wouldn't even frown.

Although there were many of them, they were all small fry and not worth mentioning.

With morale high, player 0101 knew that his teammates wouldn't let such a small matter cause them to sigh and complain.

A low roar and howl came from all directions, and a large group of low-level monsters surged out like a tide. Their movements were swift and frantic, but they had a clear objective.

Leading the pack were some large, wolf-like monsters, their fur standing on end, saliva splattering from their mouths, and their eyes burning with fanatical flames. With a powerful leap from their forelimbs, they lunged forward like arrows, propelling the pack behind them.

Closely following were insect-like monsters, their segmented limbs moving rapidly across the ground with a sound like a stampede of horses. Their thorns gleamed in the moonlight, resembling a moving thicket of thorns.

The pale green monsters resembled a corrupting storm, brandishing crude weapons and emitting piercing screams. Their faces were contorted with ecstatic joy, seemingly thrilled by the impending carnage.

The entire horde of monsters resembled a giant python, winding its way through and crushing the pavement of the commercial street.

The stench they emitted made the air feel oppressive and heavy.

Faced with the charge of the monster horde, the servants were not particularly afraid. In any case, the mercenaries dared not approach, fearing that the monsters would kill them along with the enemy.

The servants exchanged smiles upon seeing this.

"They're just a bunch of low-level monsters!"