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

Just as Cyril and his horse burst into the shadows of the city gate—

A cold, damp wind, carrying the heavy smell of dust and decaying wood, suddenly rushed out of the city, whipping up the gray soil and withered leaves in the passageways and lashing at us.

"Hahaha!" Instead of feeling uncomfortable, Cyril burst into an even louder and more unrestrained laugh as the cold wind entered his throat.

He even spread his arms wide on horseback, as if to embrace the breath of this "new territory"! "Good wind! Good wind! Blow away the decay of the old dynasty! Welcome the new day of my Shadow Song!"

He exclaimed in praise, interpreting the strange wind as a victory horn! Dust blinding his eyes? That was merely the new territory's enthusiastic "baptism" of joy upon him, the conqueror!

The soldiers surging in behind him were immersed in ecstasy, coughing repeatedly from the sudden dust storm, but their commander's hearty laughter and declaration immediately dispelled the slight discomfort that had just arisen in their hearts.

"Your Majesty is right! This is an auspicious sign!"

"Blow away the bad luck of the past!"

The soldiers cheered excitedly, taking their coughs as part of their jubilation, and continued shouting slogans in the dimly lit passageway, making even the clanging of their armor sound particularly cheerful.

The hollow echoes, to them, became the drumbeats of victory.

Cyril took the lead, riding out of the shadow of the gate and into the city.

Suddenly, a wide but deathly silent main street stretched out before me, leading straight into the distance. The doors and windows of the houses on either side were tightly shut, the nailed-in planks resembling scars in the dim light. There was no one there, only the howling wind, swirling dust and trash across the empty street.

"Hahaha! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Cyril's maniacal laughter boomed out of the deathly silent street, sounding particularly abrupt and jarring, but he was completely oblivious.

He reined in his horse, looked around at the deserted "ghostly realm," and instead of being gloomy, his face showed an almost greedy ecstasy.

Cyril, full of vigor, pointed his whip toward the highest point in the city center—where the outline of Windwhisper Castle's towers could be faintly seen.

"Let's go! To Windwhisper Castle! To Star Square! In the castle hall, in the heart of this city, I will formally declare that Windwhisper Territory belongs to the Shadowsong Family! Let this empty city be a witness to my supreme majesty!"

He spurred his warhorse, its hooves striking the empty stone pavement with a crisp, joyful sound, like the drumbeats of victory. The soldiers, surrounding their commander who had "won without a fight," surged towards the city center like a torrent of fervor and greed.

They arrived at Star Square.

"You're here? How does it feel to win without bloodshed or a fight?"

Before Cyril could even begin to take in his surroundings, a sudden voice echoed through the empty Star Plaza.

Cyril was very familiar with this voice; in fact, all eight kings were very familiar with it.

After all, they had both been under the rule of Edmund Celestio, so in a sense, they were still on the same side.

General.

"Ravend Black".

Cyril's voice was filled with tension, but his expression immediately relaxed.

The moment Ravend Black appeared, Cyril thought he had been ambushed.

But take a closer look.

There were no other soldiers besides Ravend Black.

They say this is an ambush...

Did Ravend Black single-handedly surround tens of thousands of them?

Although it's only a matter of time before Ravende Black, as an eighth-tier professional, slaughters tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers and low-tier professionals, there are still people who can stand up to Ravende Black.

As an eighth-tier professional, he could neither defeat nor allow Revend Black to slaughter his way through the military.

At worst, he could just have the army retreat and then deal with Ravend Black himself.

Thinking of this, Cyril showed no fear or worry on his face, but rather joked as if he were an old friend.

“Ravend, I never thought you would take this step too.”

Cyril was very surprised when he learned that Ravend Black had betrayed and killed Edmund Celestio, but he also felt that it was "unexpected yet reasonable."

Edmund Celestio was beyond saving, and the royal family didn't have much power. Otherwise, why would the various princes who had been enfeoffed have all risen up in rebellion, intending to overthrow Edmund Celestio and establish themselves as kings?

"Congratulations on joining the battle for supremacy."

At this point, Cyril's face suddenly darkened.

"So, you're here to stop me from taking over Windwhisper Territory?"

Upon hearing this, Ravend Black smiled, raising a chilling, murderous aura in his eyes, and shook his head slightly.

"No, no, no, I don't want to stop you from taking over Windwhisper Territory or anything like that..."

Ravend Black smiled.

"It's not that simple. Of course, they're here to kill you."

"Oh?"

Cyril raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard the most interesting joke in the world.

"Kill me? You alone, one-on-one?"

Even among high-level professionals of the same rank, there is no easy way to kill each other, even if there is a difference in strength.

As for Ravend Black killing Edmund Celestio, Cyril only felt that Ravend Black had made thorough preparations and laid some troublesome trap for Edmund Celestio.

A trap capable of killing an eighth-tier professional, let alone Edmund Celestio, who was at the peak of an eighth-tier professional, is not something that can be made overnight.

God knows how long Ravend Black had been plotting in the royal city to kill Edmund Celestio there.

However, this is Windwhisper Territory. Revend Black has only come here to provide support during his attacks on Windwhisper Territory a few times, but he has never stayed here for too long. So how could he have set up a trap that could kill an eighth-tier professional?

Edmund Celestio has only been dead for a few days. Even if Ravend Black killed Edmund Celestio and immediately set off for Windwhisper Territory to set up a trap, it wouldn't be a project that could be completed before he arrived.

"More or less," Ravend Black chuckled. "It's just not entirely one-on-one; to be precise, it's three against twenty thousand."

Just as Ravend Black finished speaking, two gray-robed figures appeared silently beside him, radiating the magical power of an eighth-tier class.

These two were naturally the two bishops from the Demon Order's War and Conflict factions who were not injured in the battle against Edmund Celestio.

What are you here for?

As Ravend Black said, they came to kill Cyril.

Cyril's expression changed drastically upon sensing the magical power emanating from the two grey-robed figures.

"Withdraw troops!"

he shouted.

Ravend Black was all smiles.

"The one-on-one aspect still exists."

However, we need to add a segment of two against twenty thousand... a massacre..."