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

"Ok?"

Gray noticed that the ninth-rank archbishop in front of him seemed to be struggling to deal with his attacks, but in reality, he had not blocked the fists at all and was already injured all over his body by the power of magic.

Generally speaking, a professional's condition will continue to decline after an injury because their bodily functions are impaired. When the body is severely damaged, they may even need to consume magic to relieve pain and repair the damage.

But the cultist in front of us defied this rule. Although his improvement was not significant, we could sense that his aura was gradually rising.

Although he didn't know the specifics, Gray could at least tell that it was related to the demonic power bestowed by Tataka, the demon of war and strife.

Is it something like getting stronger after getting injured or becoming stronger with each battle?

In the past, when Gray was invincible, he would have at least tried to figure out the mechanism of the abilities granted by Revend Black's demonic power, to figure out whether it was the kind of ability that "gets stronger the more you fight" or the kind that "the lower your health, the higher your damage."

Let's see if there's a cap on the power increase of this ability, and then battle against a cultist who has reached that cap.

But now, Gray doesn't have that kind of leisure.

There are a whole host of problems that need to be solved, but we still have no clue how to solve them, and I've lost all interest in studying them.

In order to resolve the threat of the Demon Order as quickly as possible and focus on dealing with the Hero and [Celestial Realm] matters, Gray had no intention of playing along with Ravend Black.

and so……

Start from zero frame.

"I am lighting!"

The attack unleashed a torrent of magic, concentrating it all over Ravende Black's body.

Without the grand fanfare of "I am atomic," Ravend Black's figure vanished completely in the magic in an instant.

The speed was so fast that even before Revend Black was completely reduced to dust, he didn't realize he had been hit by a concentrated burst of magic.

There was no smoke or dust, so the "smoke but no harm" rule does not apply.

As long as you stay in the near-death state, there is still hope and a fighting chance.

Unfortunately, Ravend Black didn't get stuck; he turned into the most powerful corpse in the entire alternate world... and even the corpse is gone...

Gray turned to the two women who were still fighting.

"Do you need help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two Shadow Attendants and the two Grey-robed Bishops were all greatly surprised.

They had just exchanged blows when they indeed sensed a terrifying burst of magical power erupting around them.

However, preoccupied with parrying the opponent's moves, they didn't even glance at the situation.

Upon hearing Gray's voice, Delta and Ipsilon immediately understood that "Lord Shadow's battle is over."

"So fast!"

Delta and Ipsilon knew that Gray had the ability to end battles quickly. If he went all out from the start, not only would a ninth-rank archbishop not last more than a few seconds, but even a tenth-rank demon would not last more than a few seconds.

To the two women's surprise, Gray actually chose to end the battle quickly.

The two grey-robed bishops were far more astonished than the ten shadow servants, who were convinced that "Lord Shadow's strength has no upper limit." (Although not truly limitless, he was actually stuck at the peak of the tenth rank and couldn't move forward at all.)

While fending off their opponent's attacks, the two grey-robed bishops frantically searched for their archbishop, Ravend Black.

Unfortunately, it's not available anywhere.

Arthur Wellesley was horrified.

"Are you kidding me?"

That invincible archbishop, Lord Revend Black, could effortlessly defeat Edmund Celestio, who was also at the peak of the eighth rank, when he was at the peak of the eighth rank. Yet, after advancing to the ninth rank, he was instantly killed.

"Are you kidding me?!?!"

Arthur Wellesley believed he had been struck by some kind of mental magic illusion, frantically denying the established facts and urging his mental power to violently shake off the so-called "illusion."

However, the pink-haired succubus who is skilled in mental magic and capable of illusions is not here at all.

No matter how much he struggles, reality is reality. It's not an illusion, so how can it be eliminated?

While Arthur Wellesley was trying to break free of control, Gray had already made his decision.

Rather than letting Delta and Ipsilon get some experience and wait for them to fight the two grey bishops for days and nights to determine a winner, Gray would rather quickly resolve the situation and move on to the next region.

therefore.

Without waiting for the two women's reply, Gray leaped up.

First, he appeared in front of Arthur Wellesley, grabbed his head, lifted him up like a chick, and infused him with magic with one hand.

Using Arthur Wellesley as a weapon and throwing tool, he hurled it at another bishop who was confronting Ipsyron.

Delta was speechless at Gray's behavior, which gave her absolutely no chance to perform.

However, Delta, who had already received the summons, knew that Gray was very anxious, though she didn't know and couldn't know the reason for Gray's anxiety.

Arthur Wellesley slammed into another grey-robed bishop, and before the man could yell, "Arthur Wellesley, what are you doing?" Gray appeared again and slammed both of them into the ground with a single punch.

Then, for once, he used a technique he had learned from the Demon King's legacy.

Dark erosion and entanglement.

With a slight thought, a large amount of almost transparent, hair-thin streams of dark erosion magic silently surged from beneath his feet.

The moment they made contact with the two gray-robed archbishops, they clung to them tightly.

This move has a powerful physical binding effect and can erode the magic power of the bound person.

The magical tendrils possess immense power, capable of instantly binding the target's limbs, torso, and even neck, inflicting a powerful strangulation. The more intense the struggle, the tighter the binding becomes, and one can even hear the groans of bones straining under the weight.

It was a horrible sensation, like a snake writhing, like tentacles grasping, like mucus flowing, like a heart pounding.

This tactic is particularly suitable for dealing with cults and factions that grow stronger with each battle and conflict.

It causes continuous damage to magic power, and the increase in aura caused by the ability can almost offset the damage caused by the loss of magic power.

In other words, the abilities of the two grey-robed bishops were completely rendered useless!

But since Gray could have achieved an instant kill just like when he killed Ravend Black, why did he waste his time and effort on this unnecessary task?

"Ipsilon, the final blow is up to you."

Gray said softly, his magical tendrils binding the two bishops tightly, rendering them unable to move.

Gray remembered that Westphalia was the homeland of Ipsilon, and that the very cultists amidst the current war and conflict had indirectly caused the deaths of Ipsilon's parents.

therefore.

At least it leaves Ipsyron the chance to take revenge himself.

Ipsilon was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Gray's intention.

She blinked her big, watery eyes, as if tears were about to fall.

"I am deeply grateful, Lord Shadow Demon!"