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

Rast's projection had not completely detached itself from the spatial rift; its massive, tentacled lower half remained deeply embedded in the filthy, dark red abyss, like a greedy, twisted tumor emerging from the wound of the world.

Its countless tentacles, each with a unique shape, like a swarm of sharks that have caught the scent of blood, began to slowly explore the altar below, trailing viscous liquid in their wake.

Each wriggling of the tentacles, each opening and closing of the suction cups, each rotation of the evil eye releases an even stronger spiritual pollution, enough to completely dissolve any mortal mind.

Gray also felt the mental pollution caused by the tentacle monster in front of him, and was somewhat astonished.

Gray's first impression of the projection of this lustful and pleasure-loving demon, Rast, was...

That's so bizarre!

Congratulations to Lord Rust for winning the title of the ugliest demon.

Clap clap clap (sound of clapping).

Moreover, the projection brought mental pollution to the entire audience.

This image is combined with the characteristics of mental pollution.

Is this really a demon, or some alien god from another world invading another realm?

Although it's currently just a projection of Rast, the demon of lust and pleasure, this level of mental pollution only makes Gray feel slightly nauseous...

No, Gray wasn't actually sure whether the slight nausea was due to mental pollution or simply because the thing was so ugly that it made him physically nauseous.

"Are you ok?"

Gray glanced back at Kappa's condition and found that the pink-haired succubus was in better spirits than he had expected.

Unlike those cultists who fell into a state of chaos, even the archbishop, who was in the best condition, was erratic and insane.

Although Capa's face was frighteningly pale, at least his mental state was maintained, and he could still speak intermittently.

"Hmm...it's just...a little...uncomfortable...after all...spending so many years in the Forbidden Underworld...my resistance to demons...is definitely stronger than...that of cultists..."

Seeing Kappa's pale face, Gray immediately unleashed his Demon King aura and magical pressure to combat the mental pollution, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on Kappa.

It turned out that Capa's complexion had not improved at all.

Gray also had some clues about this.

"Mental pollution that directly affects the soul is an invisible spiritual force that cannot be directly confronted by normal magic, let alone neutralized."

To resolve the mental pollution caused by the tentacle monster, we must directly address the projection of Rast, the demon of lust and pleasure.

Knowing that it was impossible to get any more information from the cultists, the goal of having them summon projections to injure their true form in the Netherworld Prison had been achieved.

It's time to take action.

All the cultists present must be wiped out, which means a huge spell range is needed to cover the entire area.

There is no doubt that this provides room for "I am atomic" to shine.

However, this move has a slight casting delay. The projection of the lustful and pleasure demon Rast has not yet fully emerged from the spatial rift. If it senses something is wrong and turns back into the spatial rift to run away, wouldn't that be a waste of effort to let the cultist summon the projection?

If you let the tentacle monster's projection fully emerge before launching your attack...

Gray glanced at the pink-haired succubus's expression; whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had to...

I felt sorry for him and didn't want Kappa to continue suffering.

That would be a little more complicated...

We'll use two methods.

In an instant, Gray flashed and appeared directly in front of the projection of the lustful and pleasure-loving demon, Rast.

Disgusting tentacles writhed towards him. Gray didn't want to be touched by this disgusting thing, so he instantly...

"I am lighting!"

Unlike "I am atomic," which has a terrifying attack range, it is far superior to "I am atomic" in terms of burst damage and speed when targeting a single point.

Before the projection of the tentacle monster could react, a sudden burst of purplish-black magical light pierced through the tentacle monster's entire body, transforming into a long, sharp shape.

Struck by this attack, the enormous projection of the lustful and pleasure-inducing demon Rast collapsed into the spatial rift and disappeared in no time, and the spatial rift slowly closed.

This was actually a bit unexpected for Gray.

"It seems... after piercing through the projection... it reached the Netherworld Prison?"

Gray scratched his head.

However, since the Netherworld Prison was in another space, Gray couldn't confirm what additional damage this attack had caused.

"If the projection is split off from the demon's main body, this attack will directly hit the demon's main body as well."

Even if it did hit the demon's true form, its power would be significantly reduced after crossing the spatial rift, making it impossible to kill.

With the mental pollution gone, Gray noticed that Capa's complexion, while not better, hadn't worsened either; he probably needed some rest to recover.

I feel a little more at ease now.

Seeing a large group of cult members still in a state of confusion, he gently shook his head.

"You're really getting off easy. This kind of death is painless, is it considered half-euthanasia?"

Gently pulling the pink-haired succubus behind him into his arms, he conjured a magical longsword, raised it high in the air, and spun it around once.

"I

AM

ATOMIC

! "

The purplish-black magical light engulfed the entire faction of lust and pleasure.

……

"Your complexion hasn't improved yet."

Gray gently stroked the forehead of the pink-haired succubus in his arms, feeling a pang of regret.

They should have dealt with the cultists long ago, but instead they allowed them to summon projections to kill the projections and injure the main body, causing Capa to suffer from mental corruption.

Looking at the somewhat weak pink-haired succubus's face, Gray felt for the first time that the obedient Kappa in his arms looked so... pitiful?

Gray was startled by his own thoughts.

Does he evoke pity? Is it true or not?

Considering that the pink-haired succubus has always been full of energy, she does seem rather docile in comparison to her current weakened state.

Even so, this guy seems to be incorrigible.

With the weakest voice, he uttered the most licentious words.

"シャドー様, H...したいです...(Master Demon Shadow, the slave family...want it..."

Gray: "..."

"You're already like this, and you're still thinking about HH? Won't that make you even weaker?"

The pink-haired succubus shook her head slightly: "No problem... If you don't believe me... try a French kiss..."

Gray paused.

There isn't a single living person left here, and no one will come to such a remote place anytime soon.

Gray would definitely be very resistant to doing what he loves.

After all, it won't stop anytime soon, and if someone shows up and gets seen at this time, that would be too much...

But if it's just a kiss, and I can stop at any time...

"Excuse me, why does it have to be a French kiss?"