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

The battle did not end with the two sides evenly matched.

Under the increasingly horrified gaze of the Goddess of Holy Light, Gray's offensive, like a peerless divine weapon forged through countless trials, was fully unleashed!

His every move was no longer just for blocking or neutralizing, but was full of proactive and unstoppable aggression!

The purplish-black magic seemed to have been infused with a brand new soul, flowing more smoothly, erupting more rapidly, and tracing a more unpredictable path.

The attack, which originally required all her strength to barely withstand, now felt like a persistent ailment, forcing the Goddess of Holy Light to be on high alert, and even occasionally showing signs of being flustered!

His proud light attribute restraint seems to be being "adapted to" or even "ignored" by the other party in an incomprehensible way.

Although a violent energy reaction still occurs when light and darkness collide, the actual suppression effect on Gray is visibly weakened!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" The Goddess of Holy Light roared in her heart. She could feel her control over the battle situation rapidly slipping away.

finally--

In a lightning-fast close-quarters exchange, Gray feinted, causing the Goddess of Light's shield to deflect to one side. His true killing move—a shadow finger gun condensed to its fullest extent, devoid of any radiance—like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced through the instantaneous gap in the shield's defense with speed beyond visual perception.

"Pfft!"

It was a faint sound, yet it was enough to silence the entire Celestial Realm!

That condensed demonic power pierced fiercely into the arm of the Holy Light Goddess who had raised it to block!

Although the wound caused by the divine body's automatic resistance was not deep, merely like being cut by a sharp weapon, a strand of golden divine blood truly seeped from the wound, sliding down His flawless arm and dripping onto the broken temple floor, making a sizzling burning sound.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

This seemingly insignificant wound carries a symbolic meaning far exceeding its actual harm; it is like a resounding slap across the proud face of the Holy Light Goddess!

This was the first time since the start of the war that Gray had truly broken through His defenses and injured His divine body with his own attack!

This is the clarion call for the counterattack! It's a declaration of reversal!

Gray didn't pause for a moment. He didn't even check the wound; he merely swept his cold gaze over the glaring gold, a mocking smile playing on his lips, his voice as icy as a cold wind sweeping across an frozen plain:

"It seems that even the highest gods... have finally been wounded by ants?"

The mockery in her words was like a tangible thorn, piercing the heart and mind of the Goddess of Holy Light.

After uttering this scathing remark, Gray said no more.

All words are a waste of time, all emotions are superfluous!

His eyes were fixed on only one goal—to strike while the enemy was weak and kill him!

"boom--!!"

More ferocious, more dense, and more deadly attacks, like a bursting dam of stars, poured down upon the Holy Goddess of Light, who was momentarily stunned by her injury and shock!

The shadows transformed into countless sharp blades, slicing in from all directions!

Magic coalesced into a roaring dragon, its massive maw opening to devour the light!

Fists, feet, elbows, knees... every part of his body transformed into the most lethal weapon, carrying overwhelming killing intent and the demon race's millennia-long resentment, frantically bombarding the defense hastily constructed by the Goddess of Holy Light!

"Bang! Bang! Sizzle—!"

The Goddess of Holy Light suffered a crushing defeat; her sacred robes were torn open with more tears, and new wounds began to appear on her perfect skin. Golden divine blood fell like a poignant rain. Her once incomparably majestic aura finally showed clear signs of disorder and decay!

Gray gave Him absolutely no chance to breathe!

He knew that this was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity to slay a god, bought with the sacrifices of the "sages" and countless generations of demons!

If we miss this moment, once the Goddess of Holy Light recovers and regains her position, all our efforts will be in vain!

He must, and can only, go all out and plunge this fallen god into eternal silence!

...

The more they fight, the worse it gets! The more they fight, the more alarming it becomes!

The Holy Light Goddess's double pupils, filled with disbelief and a hint of fear that even she herself was unwilling to admit, were already filled with shock and disbelief.

Everything He witnessed and experienced completely overturned His understanding of "battle", "consumption" and even "the nature of power"!

Weakness? What weakness?!

The Grey Brandt before Him was not gradually exhausted and running out of energy as He had expected. Instead, he was like an endless abyss, growing stronger and fiercer with each battle!

Their offensives came wave after wave, each move more ruthless than the last. Their boiling magic and fierce fighting spirit seemed limitless, constantly rising, refining, and breaking through!

"Why?! Why is this happening?!"

The Goddess of Holy Light screamed wildly in her heart, her divine sense fluctuating violently due to the immense impact.

"He clearly wielded that sword that gathered the fortune of ten thousand years, which should have consumed most of his magic power, even damaging his very essence! He was clearly in the [Celestial Realm], under the suppression of the rules! He was clearly facing me, whose attributes were extremely countered! Why... why is this happening?!"

He could clearly feel that the divine power within his body was being rapidly depleted, his injuries were constantly increasing, the recovery of his rank was being completely interrupted, and there were even faint signs of further injury.

He was exhausted from dealing with the situation, his defenses were constantly being breached, and his divine body was repeatedly injured. His golden blood was spilling out as if it were free, each drop representing the loss of his divinity and the humiliation he suffered.

And what about the other party?

The demonic power that should have been restrained by light now seemed to have life and will, becoming incredibly condensed and agile, even possessing a strange characteristic of... devouring light!

With each collision, His divine power seemed to be subtly "decomposed," "adapted to," and even "absorbed" by the other party!

As one side gains and the other loses, the gap is narrowed rapidly, and then... the reversal occurs!

"Is his magic inexhaustible?! Is his potential limitless?!" The Goddess of Holy Light gazed at the phantom-like, ever-present, relentlessly attacking, purplish-black figure, and an uncontrollable thought, chilling to the bone, surfaced within her—

At this moment, where is there even a trace of the evil and gloom of the "Demon King" in Gray?

He was covered in blood (some of his own, but mostly His golden divine blood), his black hair danced wildly, his eyes were sharp as ancient ice, yet burning with the flames of war that would consume everything.

Those constantly thrown fists, those slashes that tore through space, those roaring torrents of magic... all embody an absolute will to forge ahead and break all shackles!

This is clearly a war god—emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, launching a rebellious charge towards the supreme divine throne!

One, a war god who is demanding His life!

"Do not--!!!"

The Goddess of Holy Light let out a shriek mixed with shock, anger, fear, and resentment. She desperately urged her remaining divine power, and the brilliant holy light erupted once again, attempting a final struggle to salvage the already overturned battle.

But all resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Grayna's relentless, raging onslaught.

His light was swallowed by deeper darkness, His defenses were torn apart by sharper attacks, and His divine body was bombarded by heavier forces!

The signs of defeat are already visible; the throne is about to crumble!

The Goddess of Holy Light finally realized that in front of this "God of War" who transcended all common sense and grew stronger with each battle, her so-called advantages, so-called restraint, and so-called invincible capital were utterly laughable and vulnerable!

Gray, however, clearly had no intention of giving Him any chance to breathe.

The deadly attack, like the tolling of a death knell, continued to strike His crumbling defenses and divine body!

His demise seems to have entered an irreversible countdown!