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

The red-haired boy's enraged figure, wreathed in towering, dark blue flames, plunged into the deep shadows at the valley entrance like an out-of-control meteor of destruction, vanishing in an instant.

Boom——! ! !

Almost the instant his figure disappeared into the shadows, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the valley entrance.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, abyss-like surge of purplish-black magical power, composed purely of destructive energy, erupted from the entrance like a primordial beast breaking free from its restraints.

Where the wave passed, space groaned under its strain, and the rock walls at the entrance collapsed and vanished in large sections like brittle biscuits.

A violent, purplish-black energy turbulence, mixed with crushed rock dust, formed a devastating shockwave that swept across the valley, skimming along the ground.

Inside the valley, the earth shook violently, like a small boat in a raging storm.

Instantly, the ground was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and huge rocks tumbled down from the rock walls on both sides! The air was compressed and torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

That terrifying power made the entire Blood Spring Valley seem as if it was about to completely disintegrate in the next moment.

After a brief silence, everyone's gaze instantly shifted from the entrance, as if drawn by invisible threads, and focused on the center of the arena—on the figure that, like a candle flickering in the wind, still exuded an aura of dangerous embers.

The Emberbringer, Bishop Morales.

The four people present—the two men in black robes and the two orc elders—all realized what was happening.

The red-haired archbishops have all run away, leaving only Bishop Maurice.

Even assuming the other bishop still had fighting ability, a four-on-two situation would still be advantageous, not to mention that only Bishop Maurice had fighting ability left.

Four against one.

The taciturn girl in black robes: "..."

The man in the black robe with the cat's tail: "..."

Elder Gomur: "..."

Elder Baturu: "..."

Bishop Maurice: "..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Bishop Maurice had a few words he didn't know whether he should say or not...

Me, half-severely injured, one against four, is that for real?

This was probably the most desperate moment of his life.

The archbishop simply abandoned him and left him to his fate.

Although he didn't know what level of professional the person who came to support him from afar was, the fact that a single magical slash from an extremely long distance could neutralize the Archbishop's fire attack was enough to show how terrifying that person's strength was.

Bishop Morris didn't think the Archbishop would lose to that mysterious supporter, but he also didn't think the Archbishop could instantly deal with that mysterious supporter and then rush back.

How could Morris possibly be left to fight four level-eight professionals all by himself?

How could he possibly survive under these four men until the archbishop returned?

Bishop Morris couldn't help but swear, not at the four enemy soldiers, but at his own unreliable archbishop.

Don't my subordinates' lives matter?

If someone hits you once, why would any other major church leader chase after them? In such a situation, which other faction would treat the lives of their subordinates as worthless?

Elder Gomur's obsidian claws were already glowing with a deadly light, and his gaze was like the most precise ruler, locking onto the point where Bishop Morris's energy flow was most stagnant.

Elder Baturu's lava-like eyes burned with rage, his remaining right fist clenched tightly, and molten golden magic gathered with difficulty but determination. The ground beneath his feet rose slightly because of his will.

The cat-tailed, black-robed figure's orange, vertical pupils gleamed with the pleasure of revenge. Its claws were aimed at the deepest, swirling, purplish-black wound on Morris's back, its body slightly arched, poised to strike.

The silent, black-robed girl's gaze beneath her hood was icy cold. Her hand pressed down, and an invisible binding force field, like a tightening noose, silently locked onto Morris.

Morris's withered body staggered slightly from the shockwave of the explosion at the entrance, and the wound on his back reopened due to the vibration, with blood gushing out.

His murky, burning pupils reflected the destructive, purplish-black waves in the distance. A flicker of fear and despair crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper madness.

His withered chest heaved violently, as a destructive and extremely unstable energy surged forth from his body.

“The blazing sun…finally…” His hoarse scream was drowned out by the even denser and more terrifying roar of colliding energy coming from the entrance—a sound like countless giant beasts fighting, tearing, and annihilating in the shadows.

"boom!"

Another violent energy collision sent shockwaves through the ground, causing it to jolt violently.

A piece of rock the size of a millstone came crashing down from the top of the rock, aiming straight at Elder Baturu's head as he was gathering his power!

"Hmph!" Baturu didn't even look up; he swung his remaining right fist upwards.

A golden shockwave of magical energy shot out from the body, blasting the boulder into dust in mid-air.

Powdered rocks fell in a flurry, landing on his rock-like shoulder armor. His molten lava gaze remained unwavering, still fixed on Morris, while the lava barrier beneath his feet rapidly solidified.

"Meow!" The black-robed man with the cat tail was also shaken and staggered, feeling a sharp pain from the burns on his ribs and arms.

But her orange vertical pupils only narrowed slightly before bursting out with an even fiercer light.

She forcefully steadied herself, not retreating but instead using the tremors of the ground to propel herself forward like an arrow, aiming directly at the wound on Morris's back!

"Shattering Star Claw - Shadowless Kill!" Elder Gomur's figure left several afterimages on the shaking ground. The dark purple claw shadows tore through the air distorted by the energy impact, accompanied by a piercing shriek, and attacked Morris's vitals simultaneously from three tricky angles.

He ignored the sharp rocks that had fallen at his feet and were shaken down by the aftershocks of the explosion.

The moment the taciturn girl sensed the intense energy fluctuations causing a ripple, her brows, hidden beneath her hood, seemed to furrow almost imperceptibly, but her fingers merely traced an elusive arc in the air with elegant speed.

The invisible shackles not only stabilized instantly, but even became more condensed, like solid purplish-black chains, ignoring the external cataclysmic upheavals, and precisely wrapped around the energy core within Morris's body that was about to erupt.

"Seal!" The cold whisper pierced through the distant roar.

The last embers in Maurice's eyes burst forth in a desperate final burst of light.

"Together...!" His shriek was drowned out by Gomur's claws tearing through the air.

puff!puff!puff!

Gomur's three dark purple claw shadows pierced deep into Morris's chest and abdomen, and a frenzied purple-black corrosive magic was poured into them.

"Meow—!" The cat's sharp claws dug deep into the deepest wound on his back and tore it open with force!

The terrifying sound of muscles and bones breaking is enough to make your teeth ache.

"Ugh—!" Morris's swollen body groaned as it was bound by the chains of the silent girl, the out-of-control energy within him being forcibly compressed and contaminated.