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

Faced with this terrifying scene that seemed to shake the very foundations of the world, even the most battle-hardened members of the hero's squad could not hide their astonishment.

Sofia's face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively grabbed Taric's arm guard beside her, her fingertips turning white from the force.

As a light-element mage, she was particularly sensitive to energy fluctuations. At this moment, she could clearly feel the unimaginable destructive power contained in the aftershocks of that force that caused the world to change color.

"This...this is...the battle that took place in the Celestial Realm?" Her voice trembled slightly, almost unable to imagine the earth-shattering collision taking place on that battlefield on another level.

If the aftershocks are already this bad, how terrifying must the scene at the epicenter be?

Taric, the battle-hardened axe warrior, stood frozen in place, his rugged face filled with unprecedented shock and bewilderment.

He was used to battlefields where swords clashed and flesh flew everywhere, but the scene before him, which seemed as if the whole world was collapsing, was completely beyond his comprehension.

He looked up at the swaying, distorted sky, his throat bobbed, but no sound came out. He could only grip the battle axe tightly in his hand, as if it were the only thing that could give him peace of mind.

Even Phoenix, a man of great knowledge and experience, was deeply shocked at this moment.

His wrinkled face was filled with solemnity, and his eyes showed not only shock but also a deep worry.

"The mere aftershocks of power can penetrate the dimensional barrier and trigger such a dimensional anomaly..." He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, "If such power... is still not enough to defeat that being... then how... unattainable must the power of the Goddess of Holy Light herself be?"

The thought gave him a chill.

At the same time, he also keenly realized that: "The connection between the Celestial Realm and the Prime Material Plane is far closer than we imagined. If one side changes, the other side will inevitably be affected."

Compared to the shock and worry of the Hero Squad, the Ten Shadow Attendants reacted quite differently.

Although their faces also showed solemnity, they did not show much surprise.

Having witnessed the destructive light barrier that covered the entire secret realm and eclipsed the world when Lord Shadow unleashed "I am atomic" at full power, the tremor that was affecting the main plane before them, though larger in scale, felt familiar to them in its "texture".

“It’s the power of Lord Shadow…” Aita’s cat ears twitched slightly, her vertical pupils reflecting the unstable sky, as she murmured.

"And... that unfamiliar yet equally vast will, is it that sword?" Beta added softly, her elegant brows furrowing slightly as she sensed the power of destiny belonging to the demon race, which was intertwined with Gray's magic.

Delta's lips even curled into a fanatical smile, his blood-red eyes gleaming with excitement: "That's it! That's the feeling! Lord Shadow's power without reservation!"

They exchanged a glance, and without a word, simultaneously looked up at the turbulent sky.

Their eyes held no prayers to any deity, only unwavering faith and expectation, piercing through layers of space and directed towards the figure fighting valiantly in the Celestial Realm.

They were praying, but not to a god.

The object of their prayers is the only one they acknowledge and are willing to devote everything to—

The Shadow, Grey Brandt.

Alpha stood before the crowd, her gaze beneath the visor as sharp as ever. She sensed the familiar yet unprecedentedly powerful energy fluctuations and silently recited in her mind:

'Lord Shadow, please... return in triumph.'

The entire prime plane trembled in fear and chaos, but in the hearts of the few who knew the truth, a completely different flame burned—on one side was heavy worry and fear of the power of the gods, and on the other side was an almost religious trust and expectation for the one who challenged the gods.

……

When the terrifying tremor, powerful enough to shake the very foundation of the Celestial Realm, erupted with a deafening roar centered on the temple of the Holy Goddess of Light, the few inhabitants of this sacred domain were instantly alarmed.

Creatures in the Celestial Realm are extremely rare.

As a plane that transcends the mundane, it naturally possesses extremely high barriers, typically allowing only life forms of the tenth order or higher to set foot or exist here. Therefore, it often appears vast and desolate.

At this moment, the angels scattered throughout the Celestial Realm, serving as God's servants, whether on patrol missions or meditating in their respective abodes, clearly felt the unprecedented, violent energy fluctuations and spatial tremors emanating from the direction of the God's throne.

Most of them maintained a human or humanoid form, surrounded by pure radiance, but at this moment, that radiance flickered erratically due to the terrifying power they sensed.

They could sense that the core of the tremor was not an ordinary burst of energy. It contained a destructive power that made them instinctively tremble, a power that seemed to threaten the stability of the Celestial Realm itself, and a torrent of destiny that they were extremely familiar with yet felt extremely unfamiliar with, belonging to the Demon Race yet beyond their imagination.

"It's heading towards the Temple!"

"Where is the throne of Her Majesty the Goddess!"

"What a violent power... that dares to blaspheme the divine realm?!"

The angels spread their wings of light, transforming into streaks of light, and rushed from every corner of the Celestial Realm toward the center of the tremor—the temple of the Holy Light Goddess.

However, when they reached the outer edge of the area where an invisible force field had formed due to the energy burst, and where space was constantly being distorted and torn apart, they all involuntarily stopped.

The sacred temple appeared blurry and distorted in their eyes, filled with a destructive purplish-black light and violently conflicting currents of law.

The level of that power was beyond their comprehension and ability to interfere.

An instinctive fear stemming from the very essence of life, coupled with absolute awe for the majesty of the gods, kept them hovering anxiously in the outer halo of light, watching intently, but none dared to easily step into the heart of the storm.

They couldn't understand what it was that dared to stir up such a storm before the goddess's throne.

Meanwhile, in another relatively remote area of ​​the Celestial Realm, Bai Lin suddenly raised her head. Her silvery-white eyes were instantly filled with shock and disbelief.

“This feeling… is Gray!” she exclaimed softly.

She was all too familiar with the core energy fluctuations; it was none other than Gray's "I am atomic!" However, its scale, the destructive will it contained, and especially the immense fortune that seemed to condense the entire history and destiny of an entire race, far exceeded her previous understanding.

"What... exactly did he do? How did he break through to this level?" Bai Lin was filled with questions.

She could sense that the power of Gray's attack far exceeded the scope of ordinary tenth-level beings, and even touched upon a higher level that she could not comprehend.

But then, a more crucial question surfaced in her mind, causing her heart to clench sharply:

"But...is such power... really enough... to slay a god?"

She didn't know the answer. But worry and a strange pull made her unable to stay put.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Lin's body shimmered with a silvery-white light. He pushed the power of the dragon race to its limit, transforming into a streak of light and rushing towards the center of the tremor—the temple storm zone that even angels dared not approach easily.