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

Albert Lane stared intently at Ravend Black's movements, watching him retreat step by step without making a single move, and he slowly retreated as well.

Next, he needed to distance himself from his subordinate generals.

A battle between two eighth-tier professionals is not something their subordinates can participate in. If they get too close, the aftershocks from the clash of magic alone will be enough to give them a hard time.

Therefore, the generals had to retreat to a distance that was still within the sight of the opposing general, so as to achieve mutual surveillance.

In an instant, a sense of crisis, like a thorn in one's back, came over me.

That was Albert Lane's most instinctive awareness of being threatened as an eighth-tier professional. Even though he was staring intently at Revander Black and didn't see anything unusual from him, he still trusted his intuition and immediately activated his magic to form a protective barrier.

In the next instant, the magic barrier was struck by both physical and magical force; as for the direction...

What made Albert Lane's pupils shrink was that the attack did not come from Ravend Black's side, but from behind.

He immediately understood the situation.

(There's a mole inside! Terminate the deal!)

Ravend Black had planted someone by his side, and when he was fully focused on Ravend Black, and at the same time when he was closest to his subordinates, he seized the moment when Ravend Black was at his weakest and made a surprise attack.

That's a clever trick, Ravend Black.

Unfortunately, you underestimated the sense of crisis of an eighth-tier professional.

The moment I sensed the crisis, I took immediate protective measures.

Albert Lane doesn't yet know which of his generals is on the other side, but that's not important for now.

Among his generals, not one was above, or even one of them was a seventh-tier professional. As long as he had his defenses up, an attack launched by a professional of that level would not cause him any harm.

The reckoning will be done after I break through the encirclement, but by then the traitors will definitely have escaped in a flash.

Having suffered such a loss, Albert Lane decided to withdraw his troops. Although he was in a sorry state and his morale was low, there was nothing he could do. He blamed himself for being careless and being outmaneuvered by Ravend Black.

But as long as he is alive, there is always hope. This setback will not cause him to lose his right to compete with the Kingdom of Westphalia in the War of the Eight Princes. He can go back to recuperate and make a comeback!

All of this is predicated on Albert Lane surviving this ordeal!

wrong……

The shattering of the magic barrier shattered Albert Lane's illusion, and a powerful blow imbued with magic slammed into Albert Lane's back.

How is that possible? The magic barrier has been broken?

Before Albert Lane could even react, his body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

Albert Lane endured the excruciating pain and managed to steady himself and land safely.

After landing, Albert Lane immediately looked in the direction where he had been standing.

Sure enough, as expected.

The most likely traitor planted was the general who was closest to him at the time—Arthur Wellesley!

We really got tricked!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and it took the other generals under Albert Lane time to process what had just happened.

Arthur Wellesley betrayed and attacked Lord Albert Lane!

They had no idea how Arthur Wellesley shattered Albert Lane's magical barrier; they simply drew their swords and immediately began to eliminate the traitor!

Arthur Wellesley sneered: "You're asking for it!"

Despite being surrounded and attacked by several generals, Arthur Wellesley showed no fear whatsoever.

It's just swinging a sword and imbuing it with magic—these are the two simplest and most basic actions that any professional can perform.

The generals who besieged Arthur Wellesley fell one after another, lying in pools of blood.

How can a battle between professionals achieve such a simple and brutal effect?

The answer is: the overwhelming power of the magic class!

“So that’s how it is…” Albert Lane trembled with rage, partly from the fury of being ambushed by a traitor, and partly from the slaughter of his own core group of high-ranking professional generals.

With such a blow, the Central Right King Albert Lane's competitiveness in the War of the Eight Princes will plummet to its lowest point!

The reason why the magic barrier was shattered has also been found.

"Great move... Ravend Black, what a grand gesture!"

Albert Lane truly hadn't expected that Revander Black would place an eighth-tier professional by his side!

How Ravend Black ended up with the help of an eighth-tier professional was no longer Albert Lane's concern. He should be thinking about how to survive an attack by two eighth-tier professionals while he was injured!

Arthur Wellesley flicked the blood from the tip of his sword and strode toward Albert Lane, his smile as sinister as a demon's.

"Lord Albert, what's wrong? Why do you look so disheveled?"

Albert Lane watched the traitor approach him silently, only then beginning to circulate his magic.

Scorching flames spread across the ground, forming pillars of fire that shot out along Arthur Wellesley's path.

Arthur Wellesley, seemingly oblivious to the terrifying pillar of fire, continued his advance towards Albert Lane with his feet firmly planted on the scorching ground, all the while taunting him:

"Lord Albert, why do you seem so weak? I saw you ate well before the duel. Why is your magic having no power at all?"

As he spoke, he swung his sword and cleaved the surging pillar of fire.

Albert Lane was so angry he couldn't speak.

The culprit behind the greatly reduced magic power was none other than Arthur Wellesley. Although a magic barrier mitigated some of the power of a blow from a fellow professional of the same rank, the magic barrier was ultimately a low-grade, instant-opening barrier, and Arthur Wellesley's sneak attack still caused terrifying damage to Albert Lane.

As a result, Albert Lane had to use some of his magic to heal his wounds and alleviate the pain, naturally reducing the amount of magic he could use for casting spells.

Albert Lane gritted his teeth, determined to channel all the magic power he had used to heal his wounds into the incantation of magic...

A ghostly voice sounded from behind.

"Albert Lane, having a good time with his men, has he forgotten about me?"

Albert Lane narrowly avoided the sword strike from Ravend Black, but Arthur Wellesley was closing in.

Arthur Wellesley and Ravend Black are caught in a pincer movement, besieged on all sides!