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

Just moments before Gray's consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, was about to be extinguished completely in eternal darkness—

“Buzz——!!!”

An indescribable tremor, seemingly emanating from the very foundations of the world, suddenly spread outwards from where they were! Space itself groaned under the strain, and the surrounding scenery distorted and rippled violently like a reflection in water!

This tremor was not a physical vibration, but rather a disturbance at the level of rules, which forcibly pulled Gray's consciousness back from the abyss!

The perceptions that had become blurred and fragmented due to voluntary abandonment were forcibly condensed and clarified at this moment!

He clearly "saw" that the light-attribute magic power on his chest, which had been frantically eroding his life force like a bone-deep sore and radiating a pure yet deadly light, was as if its source had been instantly extinguished by an invisible hand. The light rapidly dimmed, dissipated, and finally turned into nothingness!

Without the blessing and continuous destruction of light-attribute magic, the light sword, which was merely made of ordinary iron (albeit a carefully forged one), was still stuck in his chest, but could no longer cause any further substantial damage to his extraordinary demon king body.

The sword was firmly held in place by his tough flesh and the body that was beginning to instinctively repair itself, making it seem like a failed murder weapon.

At the same time, the immense vitality that had been fading away like a burst dam suddenly stabilized amidst the strange spatial tremors. Although the injuries were still severe and the damage to the heart had not been immediately repaired, at least the irreversible process of death had been forcibly halted.

This sudden change made Philippa, who was standing nearby, abruptly raise her head, her eyes brimming with tears, looking around as if trying to find the source of the change.

However, the emotion revealed in her beautiful eyes was more of a curiosity that "something really did happen," rather than pure surprise at the unknown.

Gray felt the familiar spatial tremors, and the invisible force that forcibly stabilized his life force and dispelled the light magic. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning as he regained his clarity.

Yes, this feeling... although different from the feeling when I was forcibly teleported to the "Sage" secret realm in the desert, it is essentially the same, involving spatial manipulation at the level of rules!

This time, however, it was even more domineering and irresistible!

The scene is exactly the same as when we were about to kill the angel in the secret realm (Chapter 345).

He murmured, a mixture of understanding and a hint of a smile in his voice:

"……coming."

As expected, the person behind the scenes wouldn't let him die so easily and "as desired." This pawn still had unfulfilled "value."

The next moment, before anyone could react—

A terrifying, indescribable, immense pulling force suddenly descended! It was as if the entire space had transformed into an invisible giant hand, trying to grasp them into its palm!

A torrent of silvery-white, liquid mercury-like, dense and pure spatial energy appeared out of nowhere without warning, instantly engulfing Gray, Philippa, and everything around them!

This light was not the holy light that carries a sense of holiness and purification, but rather a cold, pure manifestation of the power of space itself!

My vision was completely stripped away, my senses were completely confused, and my body felt as if it had been thrown into a violent vortex, enduring tearing and pressure beyond its limits!

This is... forced spatial teleportation!

Moreover, it was a teleportation initiated in a way that far exceeded the comprehension of ordinary spatial magic, almost at the "rule level"!

Before losing consciousness, Gray's last clear thought roared through his mind:

'This is the work of "Her"—the Goddess of Holy Light! Forced spatial teleportation...is here!'

He was no longer content with watching from behind the scenes and indirectly manipulating things, so he personally intervened in the game with an irresistible force!

The silvery-white spatial surge completely engulfed the two figures, leaving only a mess of battle traces and a lone light sword stuck in the ground, stained with dark red blood, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

The silvery-white spatial current receded like the tide, and the suffocating tearing sensation vanished abruptly.

Gray's feet landed on a solid yet warm material, and the residual spatial fluctuations around him still trembled slightly.

He immediately looked up—

It was still that majestic temple standing atop the clouds, its enormous dome and stained glass windows filtering out the dazzling light, making everything seem otherworldly.

The mithril throne, perched atop the seven tiers of stairs, carved with sacred serpents, lilies, and outstretched wings, still exudes a chilling majesty.

The figure on the throne remained unchanged.

The goddess of holy light sat there, draped in a snow-white robe, her silver hair flowing like a waterfall, adorned with stars and diamonds.

His strange eyes, with the left eye like polar ice and the right eye like molten gold, were now calmly watching the two people who had just been forcibly dragged into this place.

Unlike the last time they were pulled into the Celestial Realm, this time, the trembling angel standing beside the throne was not there (although the angel had been pulled into the Celestial Realm with him last time). The entire magnificent hall was empty except for the three of them (the god and the demon), adding to the indescribable oppression and aloofness.

Gray's gaze was fixed on the Goddess of Holy Light, all his vigilance, anger, resentment, and cold killing intent concentrated in that gaze.

His physical wounds throbbed with pain from the aftershocks of the spatial teleportation, but he completely ignored them at the moment, focusing intently on the "being" that controlled everything, just like the most tenacious hunter.

He could sense that the sword wound in his chest had been suppressed by some kind of rule after entering the [Celestial Realm]. The residual effects of the light magic were negligible, but the penetrating physical wound and the massive loss of life force still left him in extremely poor condition. Yet, even so, his spine remained ramrod straight.

However, Philippa's reaction was quite different when she was next to him.

The moment the spatial teleportation ended and she could see her surroundings and the figure on the throne, her body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She glanced quickly at the Holy Goddess on the throne, her eyes filled with an indescribable complexity—awe, fear, and perhaps even a hint of understanding?

But after just one glance, she quickly looked away, as if the supreme being itself was a burning sensation that could not be looked at for long.

Her attention returned to the heavily injured Gray beside her. Her amber eyes, which had just been washed by tears, were filled with even deeper worry and concern. All her emotions were focused on Gray.

The Goddess of Holy Light's flawless face remained expressionless.

His gaze lingered on Gray for a moment, a faint hint of interest, like that of someone observing an experiment, seemed to flash across his icy and fiery eyes before sweeping over Philippa, who stood close to Gray with a complex expression.

The ethereal yet majestic voice resounded directly into the depths of their consciousness, shattering the silence of the Celestial Realm:

"Welcome back to the Celestial Realm, Demon King Grey Brant. And... the hero who bears my favor, Philippa Ravenhill."

This "welcome" carried a playful, cat-and-mouse dynamic, coupled with an undeniable sense of control.