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

"Top floor, top floor."

Bai Lin repeated the sentence and flew up to the next level.

I smashed through a lot of ceilings along the way, just by banging my head against them, I didn't even bother to throw a punch.

There is now reason to suspect that this white-scaled creature, which seems a bit dim-witted, has become stupid from constantly bumping its head like that.

However, Bai Lin's head is very hard... No, that's not how you use your head at all!

Soaring into the sky, Bai Lin crashed through the top-floor ceiling, flew up into the sky, looked down at the building below, and blinked its big eyes.

"Wow! It flew by!" she exclaimed.

So he quickly changed direction and landed on the top of the building.

"This is the rooftop." Bai Lin looked around and found that the surroundings were flat and empty, with no bishops at all.

"Does 'top floor' refer to the floor below?"

There's no rooftop or stairs leading up to the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild building, so nobody usually comes up there. Only that idiot Bai Lin managed to climb all the way up.

Even dogs wouldn't do that, because their brains aren't hard enough; they can only tear open the ceiling with their paws.

Bai Lin looked at the hole he had created, but didn't think about going down into it.

With a stomp of the foot, the ground shattered, and the body fell down due to gravity.

This is the enemy's headquarters. There's nothing to worry about; you can wreak havoc as you please.

Upon reaching the top floor, they discovered that dozens of monsters were already waiting there in a tense atmosphere.

I went straight to the top floor, and the other party must have realized that I was there for them, so they were prepared.

Aside from that, nothing else could be discerned from the white scales.

The time it took for Bai Lin to crash from the ground floor to the top floor was insufficient for a cultist of bishop level to summon so many monsters; at most, he could summon two eighth-tier monsters.

Here, however, there are nearly double-digit numbers of eighth-tier monsters, as well as even more seventh-tier monsters.

This indicates that the bishop had been summoning monsters for a while, but he only sent a few to help. He used a large number of monsters to protect himself, which shows how afraid he was of death.

With so many monsters, none of the Ten Shadow Attendants would be able to handle them, but what has come here is White Scale, a pseudo-tenth-tier dragon!

Surrounded by monsters, Bai Lin calmly exhaled a breath of dragon fire.

This time, the breath was not in a straight line, but rather spread out in a fan shape as scorching flames.

The two types of dragon breath have different uses.

Breaking a defensive magic circle requires powerful single-point explosive capabilities; once a hole is blasted open, the magic circle is rendered useless.

A straight-line dragon breath attack is suitable for single-point blasting.

This fan-shaped dragon breath attack was intended to wipe out the scattered monsters in one fell swoop.

If the dragon breathes its breath in a straight line while the white scales repeatedly rotate at high speed in a 360-degree arc, then that is a top-tier pair.

Tide, I have returned!

They easily dealt with the monsters around them, but these were not all the monsters at the top level.

Bai Lin could sense that deep inside, there were a large number of demons forming a circle, with something in the center.

With security measures like these, the bishop must be hiding among the monsters.

Just as they were about to set off, Bai Lin snorted coldly and unleashed a mental pressure: "Is it very interesting?"

The moment the aura was unleashed, the unpleasant feeling of being spied on vanished.

When Bai Lin reached the top floor, she sensed someone spying on her. She chose to deal with the surrounding monsters first before dealing with the spying in the shadows.

The bishop who had been secretly watching was in for a rough time after being hit by the mental pressure from the pseudo-tenth-tier dragon.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's soul was injured, Bai Lin headed towards the direction of the monster horde...

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"ah--……"

The painful cries were abruptly cut off.

This is a large piece of meat, no, this is a person.

His body was piled high with fat, resembling a moving hill. His body was bloated and muscular, each step accompanied by a swaying ripple of flesh. His skin was loose and oily, as if coated with a thick layer of grease.

On his neck, layers upon layers of fat made it almost impossible to find his cervical spine; his double chin was frighteningly thick; and his belly was so fat it looked like a whole watermelon had been stuffed inside.

On his thick arms, fat filled every crevice, making it difficult to even find his wrists. His fingers were short and thick, each fingertip looking like a small ball of flesh wrapped in fat.

His face was round and plump, with the fat on his cheeks almost reaching his shoulders. His eyes were squeezed into two narrow slits, and his nose seemed to be pushed up by the surrounding fat. His breathing was heavy and hoarse. His whole face looked like an over-fermented dough, greasy and bloated.

Barton Harper, bishop of the money-and-greed faction, this is the physique that fits the cult of the money-and-greed faction.

A mental mage, skilled in detection and telepathic magic, with a detection range that can include an entire building.

This is undoubtedly a terrifying detection ability. Barton is only good at detection; his mental magic is not suitable for attack. At most, he can use his low-level mental power to suppress low-level professionals.

The Greedy Space supplemented his offensive capabilities, and his physique was enhanced after he became a bishop.

He overeats, doesn't exercise, and can't even walk a step. He can detect a very large area, and it doesn't matter if his eyes are squinted and he can move by summoning monsters to pull a cart.

After working at the Golden Weasel Merchant Guild for over a decade, he's grown this fat.

His body suddenly stiffened, and the smile on his face froze into a look of terror. Then, blood began to slowly seep from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

The streaks of blood gradually coalesced into thin streams, sliding down his cheeks, creating a horrifying scene. His greasy face was stained with blood.

He cried out in pain, but immediately covered his mouth with his greasy hand.

The reason he was bleeding from all seven orifices was because he had been subjected to the unreserved mental pressure of a professional whose mental strength was far superior to his during the probe. Barton was now in excruciating pain.

He immediately covered his mouth to prevent his shouts from revealing his location.

Someone from the other side has already come looking for him; he's huge and immobile, making him a sitting duck.

The group of monsters that formed a circle were quite far from where Barton was, which Barton did on purpose.

Hiding among the monsters would be too conspicuous; any intruder would surely follow them. But he hid in the exact opposite direction from the monsters.

He gasped for breath and it took him a long time to recover somewhat.

The mental trauma he suffered was like being subjected to the oppressive power of a demon or dragon, a living hell, and he still feels lingering fear.

Sensing the summoned monsters falling one by one, Barton simply severed his connection with them.

He hid there until the end, and only went out after Archbishop Lockston had dealt with all the intruders.