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

The shadow behind the grey-robed bishop seemed to be torn apart by an invisible magical force, instantly coalescing into a black-robed figure. Unlike the previous black-robed figures who moved with lightning speed, this figure's movements were decisive and deadly.

She suddenly swung her wide sleeves forward, and in her palm, a highly compressed, violently vibrating, deep purplish-black magic ball instantly took shape.

There was no sound, only a purplish-black energy pillar composed purely of destructive impact, like an invisible battering sledge, tearing through the solidified air with terrifying power capable of shattering all obstacles, directly striking the gray-robed bishop's unsuspecting back, precisely targeting the energy core area where Kuroin's aura was disordered due to his previous injury.

"Ugh—!!!" The grey-robed bishop only had time to let out a short, miserable scream.

The purplish-black energy pillar slammed solidly into his back, without any fancy effects like corrosion or dissolution, only seemingly paying homage to someone's pure and extreme destructive power.

A blinding purplish-black light erupted from the point of impact, and the gray bishop's robes were instantly torn to shreds by the violent energy.

His withered body arched forward as if struck head-on by a tremendous force, his spine emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The terrifying impact penetrated his body without any resistance. The skin and muscles of his chest bulged and burst outwards as if struck from the inside by an invisible giant fist.

Blood mixed with fragments of shattered internal organs gushed out like a fountain from the wounds in his mouth, nose, and chest.

The sun symbol on his chest, which was already dim, was not corroded by this pure violent impact, but the energy channels it carried were completely shattered and annihilated.

The grey-robed bishop was thrown away like a broken doll, crashing heavily onto the scorching sand several meters away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

His body was contorted, blood and blood foam continuously spilled from his mouth and nose, his breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, and he instantly plummeted to the bottom, leaving only weak twitches.

He was already critically injured and on the verge of death!

Almost at the same time, the shadow beside Bishop Maurice suddenly boiled over.

Another, taller figure in black robes pounced out like a cheetah.

Its movements are violent, swift, and full of primal destructive power.

The wide black robe fluttered as it moved at high speed, and a long cat tail with fluffy black fur at the end flashed past from under the hem of the robe.

The figure didn't use any energy attacks, but instead stretched out its hands—those hands were covered in purplish-black magic...

No, those weren't ordinary human hands, but rather a pair of cat paws that were far more lethal and even had paw pads.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A harsh tearing sound sounded.

The claws, trailing a purplish-black afterimage that seemed to tear through space, viciously slashed at the back of Bishop Morris's neck, which he had instinctively turned to the side due to Kuro's attack.

Wherever the claw wind passed, even the ash field remaining around Morris was corroded and pierced by the added purplish-black magic.

"The Burner" Morales' perception of death far surpasses that of the other grey-robed bishop.

The moment the attack occurred, the body reacted with a survival instinct, forcibly twisting to the side.

At the same time, his eyes, burning with pale flames, suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, as he attempted to mobilize the last of his incinerating power to protect himself.

puff!

The claws failed to shatter his cervical spine, but instead ripped open the gray robe and flesh from his left shoulder to his back. The charred, cracked skin and muscle were easily torn apart like rags, revealing the bone beneath.

Even more terrifying was the mysterious purplish-black magic power attached to the dark purple claw tip, which surged into the wound like maggots clinging to the bone.

Morris let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently.

His proud, pale flames, capable of incinerating everything, sizzled and reacted violently the moment they came into contact with the purplish-black magic at his wound. The light dimmed rapidly, as if it had been contaminated or neutralized.

A cold, numb sensation that blocked the flow of energy spread rapidly along the wound, instantly thwarting his attempt to mobilize his power.

He staggered forward, leaving four horrific wounds on his back, deep enough to expose bone, with purplish-black erosion marks along the edges, and his breath also plummeted.

"ah--!!!"

The red-haired boy's laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a piercing, ear-splitting scream, a mixture of rage and agitation at being interrupted.

He didn't even look back to see what had happened, but the moment the grey-robed bishop was blasted away by the purplish-black energy pillar, his pupils, which were swirling with a pale vortex, suddenly froze.

"Who! Dares to break my toy?!" He turned his head sharply, his childlike, innocent face instantly twisted into a violent and ferocious expression.

That was extreme anger at the violent destruction of his "collection".

The gray-robed bishop's grotesque, blood-spurting state clearly stimulated his "damaged toy" nerves more directly than the corrosion itself.

Just as the second black-robed man's claws were about to completely tear Maurice's back apart—

The red-haired boy suddenly swung his right hand, which was loosely gripping and controlling the eerie blue flames that were burning Baturu's soul, behind him.

Elder Baturu, who was engulfed in eerie blue flames and suffering terribly, had his massive left arm, made of rock, snap off at the shoulder with a "crack" like rotten wood when the boy swung it.

The broken rock arm did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was enveloped in a layer of viscous, ghostly blue flames, as if it had been grabbed by an invisible hand. With a terrifying aura of burning soul and the silent wail of Elder Baturu's soul being torn apart, it struck first, like a burning meteorite, and slammed into the cat-tailed black-robed man who was rushing towards Morris.

Too fast! Too ruthless! The black-robed man with the cat tail felt a great threat, and his orange vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

She twisted her body in mid-air, abandoning the chance to kill Morris completely, and crossed her claws in front of her, with purple-black magic surging out to form a shield.

boom! ! !

The giant arm of burning rock slammed heavily onto the purplish-black shield.

The ghostly blue flames and the purplish-black magic collided and annihilated each other.

The terrifying shockwave slammed the cat-tailed man in black robes away, sending him crashing into a distant rock wall like a kite with a broken string, producing a dull thud as gravel rained down.

She landed with difficulty, her purplish-black shield shattered, her black robe torn in several places, a trace of dark liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth, and her gaze from under her hood locked onto the red-haired boy with apprehension.

The first person in black robes to use a purplish-black shockwave retreated several steps immediately after blasting Kuro away, avoiding the red-haired boy's possible follow-up attack.

The red-haired boy didn't even glance at the black-robed man with the cat tail who had been sent flying. He stomped his feet angrily, like a child whose beloved toy had been broken, pointing at the gray-robed bishop on the ground, writhing and bleeding, barely alive, and at Morris, whose back was covered in blood and whose flames were dim. His face was extremely ugly.