"W-We succeeded!"
"Great!"
Watching the Old Demon Faction's lackeys turn to charred corpses in the raging flames, Lyon and Eudice were overjoyed.
Not just Lyon and Eudice—even Beren and the others erupted in delight.
"It really worked!"
"Just as expected, our Magic Items are the true trump card!"
"Ha ha!"
"This time, we won!"
The knights and adventurers were ecstatic. Even Beren could not help clenching his fists, while Aris, who had harbored a trace of doubt toward the Magic Items until now, was completely swept up in joy.
"Sister Vivian!"
"Big sister!"
Lumya and Merika were overjoyed as well, hopping and jumping beside Vivian.
"Phew..."
Vivian could not help letting out a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face.
"That takes a lot of pressure off."
Tier glanced in Shien's direction and murmured softly.
Shien withdrew his mana and looked at the charred bodies scattered across the ground before speaking.
"Well, that was only the appetizer."
Because the truly troublesome one was only about to erupt.
Just as everyone was cheering, an utterly terrifying pressure, accompanied by overwhelming mana, swept through the entire area.
"How dare you... How dare you!"
Amid a furious, crazed growl, Bedo's eyes in the rear turned completely crimson.
"I'll kill you all!"
At last, Bedo erupted.
The Old Demon Race member, now a commander without troops, pulled out a bottle of magic potion from his clothes and poured it directly into his mouth.
"Clang!"
A dense radiance immediately flared from Bedo's body, and he rose within it, staring in this direction with violence-filled eyes.
The nearly fatal wound on Bedo's chest began healing rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The mana and pressure surging from Bedo grew increasingly terrifying, and the people who had been celebrating just moments ago