Meanwhile, Benimaru, acting as the war's "commander-in-chief," nodded in agreement.
That was exactly right.
As long as Alberuth was defeated, both Adaman and the Undead Dragon would ultimately have to face a two-on-one situation.
Adaman would be fine, but the Undead Dragon would definitely be no match for the two of them working together.
But right now, Alberuth's battle with that Imperial Knight could not be decided in such a short time.
Once Adaman and the Undead Dragon defeated their opponents and freed themselves up, this battle's outcome would be clear.
Overall assessment: the advantage was on their side.
"So, does that mean we might... lose?"
After hearing the analysis of Diablo, a Primordial Demon who had lived for who knew how many years, and Benimaru, the General Commander of the Demon Country, Rimuru's expression instantly turned grave. There was even a faint trace of anxiety in her voice.
Influenced by Mo Li, the reincarnator from Yanhuang, Rimuru had gradually picked up the habit of being overly cautious—or, rather, a fear of insufficient firepower.
Otherwise, she would not have gathered so many people to gang up on Guy at that Demon Lord Banquet.
After all, even without Milim in that situation, relying only on Veldora the Storm Dragon, Azhdaha the Rock Dragon King, herself, and Diablo, their odds of victory might have been low, but they were not completely nonexistent!
For anyone else, when it came to "fighting Guy," forget the odds of winning—even having a ten percent chance would have been a blessing from heaven.
Forget ten percent. Even five percent would have been enough to go for it.
If those idiots who called themselves Guardians of Humanity had learned of an opportunity to defeat Guy Crimson, the Dark Emperor and one of the world's three oldest Demon Kings,