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

The red-haired boy screamed:

"It's broken! It's all broken! My Big Grey and Little Grey! They're all smashed! It's no fun anymore!" The pale vortex in his eyes spun even more violently, fixed on the two black-robed figures that had disappeared back into the shadows. His small face was full of resentment and a morbid excitement at discovering a "new toy":

"Bad bugs! And...bad cats! You broke my toys, so...you'll stay and take their place! Play with them until...burnt to ashes!"

The red-haired boy's frenzied killing intent surged like a tangible tide, locking onto the two black-robed figures who had once again vanished into the shadows.

The grey-robed bishop lay limp on the sand in the distance like a lump of mud, his breath weak, his sternum collapsed, and his internal organs severely damaged. He had clearly lost all fighting ability.

Although Bishop Morris's back was a bloody mess, and the purplish-black corrosive magic was still sizzling at the wounds, suppressing his pale burning flames, a look of mixed pain and cold determination appeared on his withered face. He forcibly steadied himself, his burning eyes fixed on the direction of the orc elder and the black-robed man, but he still had the strength to fight.

In the midst of this breathtakingly brief standoff, two figures in black robes reappeared like ghosts, but instead of attacking the archbishop, they retreated to the side of Elders Baturu and Gomur, who were barely standing against the broken lava barrier and whose auras were exhausted.

The slightly petite figure in the black robe turned his hood slightly, seemingly glancing in the direction of the dying gray-robed bishop. A clear, calm, and sweet voice came from beneath the hood:

"We messed up, we didn't kill him."

She was surrounded by faint, purplish-black energy fluctuations, vigilantly sensing the direction of the red-haired boy, clearly on guard against a terrifying attack that could strike at any moment.

The cat-tailed, black-robed figure then turned to the two orc elders, her voice carrying a hint of concern, even a peculiar trailing tone:

"How are your injuries, meow?" As she spoke, the nimble orange cat tail unconsciously swept the gravel on the ground.

Elder Gomur took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the lingering chill of fear from being locked on by the archbishop. Obsidian-like crystals flickered rapidly on his body, as if trying to dispel the bone-chilling cold.

"He won't die!" His voice was hoarse, but still carried a sharp killing intent. His gaze, like a poisoned dagger, was locked onto the struggling Morris. "This old Ash is tough enough; my claws didn't tear his neck apart!"

Elder Baturu was in a much worse state. His massive rocky body leaned against the crumbling wall. There was no blood flowing from his broken left shoulder, only a horrible, charred, and cracked wound licked by eerie blue flames, emanating an aura of emptiness after his soul had been burned.

His lava-like eyes dimmed, and each breath he took felt like pulling a broken bellows, carrying a heavy pain.

“Soul…fire…” He uttered the words with difficulty, his voice like two rough rocks rubbing together, “That brat…fire…burns the soul! It’s worth it…to be ruined!”

The silent man in black robes tilted his head slightly, seemingly glancing at Baturu's severed arm and soul wound from beneath the shadow of his hood. His calm voice rang out: "The first step of the plan has been barely achieved. Target one is incapacitated, target two is seriously injured, and the threat has been reduced. But the core target... far exceeds expectations."

Her voice seemed devoid of emotion, merely stating facts.

Elder Gomur snorted coldly, stretching his claws, which were still somewhat stiff after being locked by the omen of death: "That's enough! This brat has been hiding well enough! What do we do now? Join forces to chop off that old ashe first, and then deal with that crazy brat together?" He looked at the two men in black robes, and then glanced at Morris, whose aura was unstable but whose fighting spirit had not diminished.

The black-robed woman with the cat tail tensed slightly at the tip of her tail: "That 'Old Ash' was scratched quite badly by my claws, and his energy was temporarily contaminated, meow, but he's still quite troublesome when he fights hard, meow. As for that 'crazy brat'..." Her gaze from under her hood seemed to pierce through the shadows, looking at the red-haired boy who was staring intently at them with pale, swirling eyes, his little face full of morbid excitement, "...His fire is terrifying, meow. In a head-on fight... even the four of us might not be enough for him to 'play' with, meow."

The red-haired boy, the archbishop of the Flame and Destruction faction, a peak eighth-tier professional, although still ranked at the eighth tier, his individual combat strength is clearly far superior to theirs.

Without their leader Alpha, and with the dog who had changed its brains, bust size, and combat power, none of their four professionals could match the archbishop in a one-on-one situation between eighth-tier professionals.

A brief silence fell between the four. The core of the plan—using the two orc elders as bait and visible combat power to force out the hidden archbishop, while the concealed black-robed figure launched a fatal sneak attack, instantly clipping his wings—had succeeded in the first half, forcing the archbishop to reveal himself.

However, the second half of the mission failed due to the red-haired boy's unexpected strength and timely reactions, and only part of the goal was achieved.

Now, they face a terrifying red-haired boy enraged and excited by discovering a "new toy," as well as Morris, the Emberburner, who is severely injured but still possesses inner strength and may fight back desperately at any moment.

"Join forces." The silent, black-robed figure broke the silence, her words concise and to the point. "Prioritize dealing with Maurice. If he forces his incineration power despite his injuries, combined with the boy's flames, we'll be instantly torn apart." The purplish-black energy fluctuations around her solidified, clearly preparing for the next attack. "That boy... searching for an opening. His strength is formidable, but his mind... perhaps there's a gap to exploit." Her sharp gaze swept across the red-haired boy's twisted, excited childlike face.

"Good!" Elder Gomur's claws glowed with a chilling light once more, his killing intent locking onto Morris. "First, pull out this old Ash's teeth!"

The black-robed figure with the cat tail flicked its tail slightly, and its eerie purple claws shot out again: "Understood, meow! Keep a close eye on that brat, meow!"

Elder Baturu let out a low growl, slamming his lava-like right fist into the crumbling ramparts, sending up a spray of rubble as he demonstrated his agreement. He had to suppress the searing pain in his soul and create an opportunity for his comrades!

Just as the four reached a brief consensus, their fighting spirit was rekindled, and they prepared to work together to eliminate the huge threat that was Morris—

"Hehehe... Have you made up your minds, little bugs and kittens?" The red-haired boy's clear, manic voice rang out again, carrying a teasing tone reminiscent of a cat playing with a mouse. "And two stinky rocks... Come and play too!"

He slowly raised his delicate white hand, and in his palm, a dark blue flame, even deeper and more ominous than the one that had burned Baturu, danced silently, as if it could directly reflect the fear deep within one's soul.

"The rules of the game are very simple!" The boy's smile stretched to his ears, revealing sharp, white teeth. "If I burn you... you'll turn to ashes! Hehehe! Let's begin—!"

Before he finished speaking, his small figure vanished from his spot! The next moment, he appeared in the air diagonally above the group of four! That ball of ghostly blue soul fire, carrying the aura of the end that could burn away all souls, descended indiscriminately upon the four who were waiting below!

The real final battle erupted amidst the red-haired boy's manic laughter!