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

Arthur Wellesley's roar greatly boosted the morale of the guards and officers.

"kill!!!!"

"Stab these good-for-nothings to death!!!"

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?!"

It seems like something has sneaked in, but whatever.

The guards and generals were filled with murderous intent, thrusting their spears into the chests of the noblemen's sons and pounding their fists into their fragile bodies.

This stirred up the guards and generals, and Arthur Wellesley lowered his fist and coldly surveyed his surroundings.

The bloody scene did not shake his spirit in the slightest; instead, he grinned, raising a strange arc in his eyes.

"That's pretty much it. A country where guards and generals can be turned over with just a little instigation is really easy to handle."

This was also because the people had long harbored resentment towards the Kingdom of Westphalia for its emphasis on law over the people and its military strength, and because the powerful general Ravend Black led a rebellion that so easily turned the guards and generals against the regime.

In the sudden chaos, some noblemen finally seized the opportunity and began chanting incantations while the guards and generals were slaughtering other noblemen.

For low-level mages, being caught in close combat is extremely fatal because they are physically fragile and not skilled at instantaneous spellcasting. They can even be killed by ordinary people wielding weapons.

However, the number of noble sons in the palace hall was no less than that of the guards and generals, and only a portion of them could be killed in a short time.

Taking advantage of this window of opportunity, the noble sons who did not want to die chanted incantations and released magic to protect themselves.

While ordinary guards who are not professionals can kill low-level mages at close range, they themselves have no resistance to magical attacks, and being hit by one is basically a death sentence.

Once the noble children unleash their first wave of magic, the professional generals will be fine, but the ordinary guards will definitely suffer more than half casualties. The situation will take a sharp turn for the worse, and the magicians' advantage in group battles will be maximized.

If this first wave of attacks succeeds...

"This is not okay."

Seeing the magicians chanting incantations, Arthur Wellesley laughed and charged into the crowd, killing them one by one like chickens, prioritizing the magicians who were more advanced in their chanting before they could finish their spells!

The sudden release of the eighth-tier professional's magical power resulted in a bloody massacre among a group of low-level mages!

"Eighth rank... How could this be..."

The red-haired count trembled uncontrollably, not only because of the bloody scene, but also because of the terrifying suppressive power of the eighth-tier professional's magic.

The existence of eighth-tier professionals further inspired the guards and generals.

Now, openly, two Rank 8 professionals have participated in the rebellion. On the noble side, there is only one Rank 8 professional, King Edmund Celestio, whose fate is unknown after being ambushed by General Revend Black.

Seeing the rebels' morale rise even higher and the despair in the eyes of the noblemen, Arthur Wellesley knew why.

When reporting the killing of Albert Lane, the King of the Central Law, the report only stated that Albert Lane died from the backstabbing of his deputy, Arthur Wellesley, and the ruthless attack of General Ravend Black. However, it did not mention that Arthur Wellesley, as an eighth-tier professional, had been lurking around Albert Lane all along.

Neither King Edmund Celestio nor the nobles considered why the Grand General was able to kill Albert Ryan, the King of the Central Law, nor did they consider how a lieutenant could successfully backstab an eighth-tier professional.

Otherwise, the uprising would not have proceeded so smoothly.

If Edmund Celestio had known that there were two other Rank 8 professionals besides himself at the banquet, he definitely wouldn't have been so careless as to attend in person. He would probably have found an excuse to decline the celebration.

After all, so many years have passed since the War of the Eight Princes broke out, and Edmund Celestio is much more cautious than before.

However, Arthur Wellesley's task was to kill all the noblemen's sons with the guards and generals and assassinate Edmund Celestio, which was to be fully handled by General Ravend Black. He only needed to do his job.

Two eighth-tier professionals, King Edmund Celestio's fate is unknown, and the noble scions have been driven to the brink of despair.

But at that moment, a beam of azure magical energy shot out from the billowing dust, pointing directly at Ravend Black.

Ravend Black's pupils contracted slightly, and he grabbed a table and chair to block the blow.

However, the tables and chairs didn't have that much strength to withstand the beam and were directly pierced through, but they still served as a barrier to some extent.

Ravend Black seized the opportunity to leap up, dodging the remaining force of the beam.

The beam of light pierced straight through the ground, creating a deep, bottomless depression.

The signature colors, imbued with the magic of the stars, undoubtedly belong to King Edmund Celestio.

As the smoke cleared, Edmund Celestio, his face contorted with rage, appeared before the crowd, one hand gripping his scepter.

"His Majesty!"

The noble children's hopes were rekindled.

Edmund Celestio not only defended himself against Ravend Black's sudden attack but also escaped unscathed, with only a slightly dirty hem of his clothing.

Edmund Celestio is a peak eighth-tier professional, whose royal bloodline grants him enhanced star magic power at night.

Edmund Celestio wasn't a very good king, but as an eighth-tier professional, he was definitely one of the top tiers. It was unlikely that he could fight a ninth-tier professional, but dealing with two eighth-tier professionals at the same time wasn't a big problem.

If an eighth-tier professional's skill level is around the average of this tier, Edmund Celestio could hold his own against three opponents.

The noblemen were overjoyed that their king was alive and well, while the guards and generals looked rather grim.

What was initially a sure win suddenly turned into a stalemate.

The two leaders of the rebels, Ravend Black and Arthur Wellesley, both eighth-tier professionals, were not surprised at all.

Edmund Celestio was, after all, a top-tier eighth-tier professional, and they didn't think such a simple sneak attack could take his life.

Otherwise, Edmund Celestio wouldn't have been able to sit on the throne of Westphalia for decades.

Arthur Wellesley glanced at Edmund Celestio and lost interest, continuing his slaughter of the noble children.

“Um… Lord Arthur Wellesley? Aren’t you going to help Lord Ravend Black?” a guard asked anxiously.

General Ravende Black is a fierce warrior, but would he be a bit of a stretch to take on Edmund Celestio one-on-one?

Arthur Wellesley dismissed it, casually replying, "Because... there's no need."