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

"Where did this...beast come from..." The succubus's voice trembled, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Just now, a dark figure burst through the door. The cultists who had come to participate in the orgies rushed to the scene, but none of them were carrying any weapons.

Charging forward unarmed, the cultists attempted to overwhelm the shadowy figure with their numbers.

In an instant, the cultists who rushed forward were torn to pieces by the dark figure, and the ferocious and terrifying laughter made everyone in the audience tremble with fear.

The succubus quickly chanted and unleashed her specialty, mental magic.

In order to lure creatures and drain their life force, succubi not only maximized their physical appearance but also mastered bewitching mental magic.

From that ferocious laughter, one could tell that the dark figure before them was a female creature. Her charm was unlikely to succeed, but it could at least have some disruptive effect.

However, the shadowy figure's movements did not slow down or even pause as expected.

How is that possible? My charm will have some effect as long as it is used on people whose mental strength is not much higher than mine, unless it is used on monsters that have no reason at all.

and many more……

Does this thing have any reason?

With its ferocious and insane smile, and its bloody fighting style of tearing enemies apart, this is simply a vicious monster!

Fighting purely on instinct, a combination of bloodshed and savagery.

How could she possibly seduce something like that?

The dark figure suddenly stopped advancing, her powerful combat instincts and agile reflexes prompting her to leap into the air.

As expected, after the shadowy figure leaped up, a water sphere imbued with intense magic exploded at the spot where the figure had jumped.

Those cult members who were nearby were blown into a bloody mist by the high water pressure created by the exploding water sphere before they could react.

"It's His Excellency the Bishop!"

Upon seeing such powerful water magic, the cultists cheered, and the bishop they had been talking about materialized.

The bishops of the Demon Order wore similar attire to ordinary believers, also in gray robes, but the materials used were more expensive, and a symbol was tattooed on the chest of the robes.

If number 0211 were here, the symbol would be translated as "bishop" in the demon language.

The bishop was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger.

He was originally in a room preparing to enjoy the newly auctioned elven slaves, along with a few beautiful demi-humans as appetizers.

With his pants already off, a loud noise suddenly came from the gathering place, and he also sensed a strong magical fluctuation, so he had no choice but to rush over to find out what was going on.

You have to understand that she was an elven slave, a virgin, and the very best of the best. He spent a fortune to acquire her at auction.

Those guys from the Underworld and Shadow faction knew we had this kind of taste, so they even set up an auction to drive up the price.

His excellent mood was interrupted, and the bishop, still burning with rage, planned to quickly finish off the raiders and return to vent his anger.

The magic crystal embedded in the bishop's azure staff lit up, and magic power condensed into bursts of water sword rain.

Just as the bishop was about to unleash his power, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the water sword rain that was about to be fully charged suddenly lost its magical control and poured to the ground.

A light blue protective shield appeared in front of the bishop, and a purplish-black longsword was stuck in the shield, causing cracks in it, which would likely shatter completely soon.

Gray slowly emerged from the shadows, toying with a purplish-black longsword in his hand, identical to the one embedded in the bishop's shield.

“You won’t have time to deal with her.” A deep, enchanted voice rang out: “Let’s find a more open space.”

After saying that, he shot out, and the bishop, struggling to cope, was forced outside by Gray.

The cultists held their meetings in the basement of this abandoned house. Gray blasted a hole several people's width from the ceiling, forcing the bishop to walk through it to the ground.

The cultists' cheers froze as the gaze of the beast-like shadow returned to them, a death stare that made them afraid to even breathe.

A cult priest gritted his teeth and overcame his fear, shouting, "Damn it, let's fight it to the death! There are so many of us, why are we afraid of just one thing?"

Perhaps inspired by the priest's imposing presence, the cultists swarmed around the shadowy figure.

Just then, dozens more dark figures surged into the two large openings.

“Lord Zeta…” Number 0233 sighed helplessly.

He's already in a trance and can't listen to what she's saying anymore.

Anyway, even if Lady Zeta goes crazy, she won't accidentally hurt friendly forces, so let's leave it at that.

Zeta the dog is like a completely different person after entering battle mode. His eyes flash with a fierce light, and he is completely different from his previous cute and silly dog ​​appearance.

If Zeta is a silly and cute pet dog in front of Gray, then Zeta, when she throws herself into battle and is focused on killing, is a ferocious wolf that inspires fear!

Emily, the young rabbit-like alien, felt that Zeta looked familiar, but she couldn't connect the docile Zeta with the ferocious Zeta.

The contrast was so stark that Emily, who witnessed Zeta tearing apart the slave hunters, vomited up her dinner. For a young girl, the psychological trauma of being torn apart alive must have been immense.

Number 0233 wielded a giant axe almost as big as herself, and sliced ​​off the cultist's head as easily as cutting through mud.

That's too easy. No wonder they're the weakest faction, the Lust and Pleasure faction.

The Flame and Destruction faction's magic possesses a strong and domineering fire attribute, while the Nether and Shadow faction can use magic related to shadows. The War and Conflict faction, obsessed with battle, are frequent visitors to the battlefield and are skilled in combat techniques.

And the Lust and Pleasure faction? What they get most from the lust and pleasure demon Rast is the power of their lower bodies and the succubus summoning ritual.

Not only do they not help in battle, but their licentious daily lives also deplete their bodies, leaving them extremely weak. Their combat strength is only slightly higher than before they worshipped the demons, and some of them who indulge in excessive sexual activity have no combat power at all.

Number 0233 lamented that he had been overly cautious.

If they had known earlier that the cultists of the Lust and Pleasure faction were all weaklings, they wouldn't have bothered to persuade Zeta to calm down; they could have just stormed in without needing any reinforcements.

Number 0233 seems to want the cultists to experience the pain he has endured while caring for Zeta these past few days, and he is extremely ruthless in his actions, showing that he is venting his frustrations.

In a corner of the basement, the succubus was in a daze, coughing occasionally, spitting bright red blood onto her exquisite body, leaving bloodstains.

Why did the succubus become like this? Yet no one has touched her; she's just trying to scam herself.

When Gray appeared, the succubus discovered he was male and was delighted that her charm had finally worked. So, she presumptuously tried to charm Gray.

Gray only felt a little itchy, but the succubus immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Mental abilities are always known to be extremely detrimental to both sides, but if you use them on someone with a much higher mental strength, it's no exaggeration to say that it's just a case of extortion.