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

Watching the guards and generals slaughter each other, leaving corpses strewn across the field, Edmund Celestio snorted coldly:

"Is this the power you received from your master? They can't hear anything anymore, their only thought is killing, right?"

Even Edmund Celestio shook his head repeatedly at the sight.

The guards and generals affected by the demonic power could not hear the self-proclaimed title of Grand General Ravend Black, the Archbishop of the War and Conflict faction of the Demonic Order, even if the culprit himself admitted his crimes.

They have been completely brainwashed and reduced to pathetic creatures who only know how to kill.

They will only fight each other until only one person remains.

Even the last survivor only pursued endless killing until his own demise.

"Even if I exploit my people, I will still ensure that I and the noble children live a life of luxury and wealth without worrying about food and clothing, and at least be able to support the entire royal palace."

Edmund Celestio felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the scene before him.

"Even so, my Kingdom of Westphalia is far better than you madmen."

The Demonic Cult of War and Conflict worships the demon Tataq, a symbol of war and conflict. This chaotic situation and endless slaughter are His best sustenance.

As if echoing Edmund Celestio's words, Ravende Black wielded his blood sword, dancing among the corpses and rivers of blood, while roaring and chanting.

He slowly raised his arms, as if embracing the screams and smoke that filled the air, the drops of blood dripping from his fingertips shimmering with an eerie light in the firelight. His voice was low and hoarse, yet carried an almost chanting rhythm, each syllable like a blasphemous word squeezed from the depths of his throat.

"Look! How exquisite these torn and broken throats are—the gushing crimson nectar is filling the Holy Grail for our Lord! Every convulsing mutilated body is a living altar, and the broken bone fragments are the crown of thorns that Lord Tataka loved most!"

"Listen! How sacred is the voice of the dying! The high notes are the popping of fat as a knight is slowly roasted, the middle notes are the crackling of a mage's skull breaking under iron boots, and the longest-lasting low murmur—ah! It is the praise of intestines rubbing against a blade!"

"Neat corpses are a desecration of war! I want to praise the aesthetics of these jagged wounds: half a face corroded by acid, perfectly aligned with the chest cleaved open by an axe blade, and the charred fingertips pointing straight at—look! That heap of entrails forming the emblem of strife!"

"Rejoice! Every wound is the corner of our Lord's smiling mouth! Every pool of blood is the reflection of His pupils! The fragrance of gunpowder and excrement... pleases the war god more than the scent of a virgin! Let slaughter be an unending mass, until our guts weave a new robe for Him!"

"The most sublime death is like a bursting boil! A testament to the glory of our Lord through ulceration! When your eyes dance on the spearhead, you will finally understand—this twisted limb is the truest form of human prayer!"

This is sacred music played from blood and corpses, a sacred feast prepared from meat and bone dishes.

—The Scarlet Communion Hymn, a creed of war and conflict.

“Truly… incomprehensible…” Edmund Celestio said in a deep voice.

As his solo performance ended, Ravend Black tilted his head, as if one could hear the sound of his neck bones cracking.

"Your Majesty, it's time to relinquish the throne... and your life!"

After saying that, Ravend Black shot out.

Edmund Celestio wasn't standing still either; while Ravend Black was chanting the frenzied melody, he also completed his own grand spell incantation.

"You shouldn't have given me time to finish the spell!"

The stars in the night sky seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, gradually converging above the palace.

Bright stars streaked across the night sky, trailing long tails of light, and fell over the palace without causing any damage. Instead, they transformed into streams of light that merged into the crystal at the top of Edmund Celestio's scepter.

Above the palace, a colossal sphere of starlight was gradually taking shape. Initially a tiny point of light, it rapidly expanded, growing larger and brighter as more stellar energy flowed into it. The surface of the sphere seemed to be shrouded in countless stars, weaving together a vast star map.

Starburst, this is Edmund Celestio's most proficient eighth-tier peak magic, and also the most powerful magic Edmund Celestio can unleash.

Edmund Celestio waved his scepter, activating and connecting the magic circle in the palace.

The magic circle buried in the palace grounds is Edmund Celestio's greatest trump card, the ultimate means passed down through the Celestio royal family to this day.

The magic circle's effect is not offensive, defensive, or transfer-related; its actual effect is to amplify the existing star magic.

The essence of this magic circle is to absorb and store the energy of starlight, and it can connect with stellar magic to provide it with the energy of starlight, which ultimately manifests as an amplification of stellar magic.

Because the Star Magic is bound to the Celestio royal bloodline, no one except Celestio can use the effects of the magic circle.

It's a sharp blade that only hurts the enemy without harming itself!

The downsides are that after each use, it takes time to reabsorb starlight energy, and the magic circle's location is fixed, making it impossible to connect to star magic activated outside the palace.

Since Edmund Celestio came to power, he has never used this magic circle.

This means that the magic circle has stored at least several decades' worth of starlight energy.

Ultimately, the goal is to amplify an eighth-tier peak spell to a ninth-tier peak, just a hair's breadth away from the tenth tier.

If the power of this attack were to spread fully, it would not only destroy the entire royal city, but also have a certain impact on the surrounding territories.

Of course, Edmund Celestio couldn't unleash the full power of this attack, as the attack range would be too vast, and even he, the caster, would be affected.

In Edmund Celestio, Starburst will target Ravend Black, concentrating the full power of the magic on Ravend Black alone.

Let alone Ravend Black being just an eighth-tier professional, even if he were at the peak of the ninth tier, he would be reduced to ashes if he took this attack head-on.

Edmund Celestio has completed the first step, activating his own star magic.

The second step, connecting the magic circle and transferring energy, can be completed in an instant.

Edmund Celestio raises his scepter.

"Ravend Black, you lost!!!"