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

Edmund Celestio also anticipated that it wouldn't be possible to inflict much damage on Revander Black with just a few simple blows, and he began preparing his next attack long before it hit, while constantly retreating to create distance between himself and Revander Black.

After a brief chant, Edmund suddenly swung his scepter, drawing an arc in the air and unleashing a slash resembling a sword aura from a martial arts technique.

Star Trail Slash is an attack with cutting properties specifically designed to tear through the magical barriers used by opposing professionals.

As expected, the blade-like arc-shaped slash broke through the magical barrier protecting Revend Black. If this strike landed on his flesh, even a system-based professional would not have an easy time.

To Edmund Celestio's surprise, Ravend Black did not back down in the face of this attack. He grabbed the Star Trail Slash with one hand, crushed it with a little force, and made a cracking sound.

"That's tough enough!"

Edmund Celestio knew that this was a characteristic of system-based professionals; for his attacks to cause effective damage, he would at least need to buy time to complete the incantation of an eighth-tier spell.

After receiving the slash, Ravend Black naturally wouldn't stand still. He pushed off with both legs and charged straight at Edmund Celestio, determined to close the distance in one go!

Edmund Celestio had no intention of letting him have his way. As he retreated, he swung his scepter, shooting a beam of starlight from the crystal that transformed into countless chains that bound and restricted Ravend Black's movements.

Then, the scepter was smashed to the ground, creating a star-armored warrior that mimicked the power of stars and emitted a pale blue light.

This is not a summoning spell that can summon or control magical beasts, but rather a high-level application of magic.

Edmund Celestio quickly conjured three Star Armor warriors, who, under his command, raised longswords formed from stellar magic and charged toward Revander Black.

In an instant, Ravend Black found himself in danger.

However, there was not a trace of panic on General Ravend Black's face.

"Not having weapons is definitely inconvenient," he said calmly. "I feel like my blood volume is about right."

He then made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.

Edmund Celestio was wondering what he was doing when, in the next instant, Edmund Celestio's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ravende Black gripped a blood-red longsword in his right hand, with streaks of blood converging on the sword.

The countless streaks of blood came from all directions. The sharp-eyed Edmund Celestio quickly noticed that the raw material that formed the blood sword came from blood—the blood of the noble children in the palace hall!

Ravend Black gripped the hilt of his sword, swung it once, and the Starlight Chain snapped. He then charged toward the three Star Armor warriors who were coming at him.

The first sword blocked the starlight longsword of the leading Star Armor Warrior, and kicked the Star Armor Warrior in the chest, sending him flying far away.

Facing two Star Armor warriors on his left and right, Ravend Black gripped his blood-red longsword and cleaved both warriors in half at the waist, weapons and all.

The crisis was averted, but Edmund Celestio's face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

This wasn't because Ravend Black blocked all his attacks, but rather...

"To condense blood into combat power—such an evil technique, Ravend Black! It seems you've kept me in the dark about quite a bit!"

Edmund Celestio then realized that he really didn't know anything about his former general's subordinate.

Ravend Black laughed, but the laughter was not as hearty as it used to be; instead, it had a hint of madness in it.

"You actually noticed it? It's too late to realize it at the very end of your life, isn't it?"

Surrounded by crimson light, Ravend Black revealed a sinister smile.

That savage grin, like that of a ferocious wolf, sent Edmund Celestio plummeting into an icy abyss.

"Having been a subject for so long, and considering the close relationship between us, Your Majesty, I will let you die knowing why."

The royal palace hall was stained with blood. Guards and generals, blinded by rage and deaf to any words, wielded blood swords forged from the carnage of countless lives.

Ravend Black bowed slightly, making what he considered an elegant gesture.

"Archbishop of the Demon Order, the War and Conflict faction, Ravend Black, reporting for duty."

"The Demon Order..." Edmund Celestio was furious, so angry he was grinding his teeth to powder.

"The War of the Eight Princes, wasn't it you who were behind it all?"

Ravend Black looked slightly surprised: "You guessed it?"

However, it would be unfair to place all the blame for the War of the Eight Princes on us.

We only stirred things up a little, at most acting as a fuse.

If those eight princes hadn't already harbored resentment towards your rule, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Edmund Celestio scoffed: "What about the rest of the guards and generals? I don't think they're that bloodthirsty."

Ravend Black replied, "That's certainly our doing."

During Edmund Celestio's brief exchange of blows and words with Ravend Black.

The noble sons who attended the banquet had been slaughtered by the guards and generals, and their blood flowed like a river in the palace hall.

The noblemen were now just corpses, but the bloodthirsty guards and generals were far from satisfied, their bloodshot eyes sweeping over the bodies.

The situation spiraled out of control when a guard stabbed the body of a nobleman's son with his spear.

The guards and generals, like demons crawling out of hell, wildly brandished their weapons amidst the piles of corpses. Their eyes were bloodshot, and crazed smiles clung to their lips; they had long lost their reason, driven only by the most primal desire to kill.

A soldier knelt before the corpse of a noblewoman, his face smeared with blood, yet his eyes gleamed with an unusual excitement. He plunged his dagger into the woman's chest again and again, each thrust accompanied by a nauseating sound and splattering blood.

He felt no discomfort at the sight of the flowing blood, until the corpses of the noblemen were unrecognizable, and even the act of mutilating the corpses could not satisfy his most primal desire for slaughter.

The guards' spears and the general's fists were pointed at their "comrades-in-arms" around them.

The assassinations among the guards, the generals relying on their professional strength to seize the spears from the guards, and the killing efficiency of the generals with weapons was significantly improved.

Each swing of the gun was accompanied by the sound of several heavy objects hitting the ground.

Arthur Wellesley laughed and clapped and cheered amidst the sea of ​​blood.

"Slaughter! Howl! Let blood stain the entire kingdom!"