Just then, a voice rang out.
"You demonfolk, die!"
A tall, burly man appeared before Mo Li and Rimuru. His skin was dark red, his face bore markings, and two savage horns grew from his head.
The moment Mo Li saw him, he was overjoyed.
What a case of searching everywhere only to find it without effort. I was just about to look for you, and you came right to my door.
Mo Li thought to himself.
That was right. The newcomer was Benimaru, Tempest's future Great General, one of the future Twelve Guardian Saints, and the Ghost God who possessed the Ultimate Skill, King of Blazing Flames.
Ran-ga looked at Benimaru, and a trace of wariness appeared on his face. However, it vanished in an instant.
With Lord Morax and Lord Rimuru here, what was there to be wary of?
Ran-ga felt that unless a Demon Lord appeared, defeating the two lords would be nothing more than a fool's dream.
"Who exactly are you people? Why are you in a place like this? Did you do all this?"
Rimuru shouted at Benimaru and the others with a wary expression.
Only then did Mo Li realize that all five Great Ogres had arrived.
There was Shion, with her stunning figure, delicate features, and massive blade; Shuna, the little girl with pink hair and white clothes; Souei, tall and blue-haired; Old Man White, who looked like a little old man; and Kurobei, who was burly and dark-skinned.
Looking at the five of them, Mo Li's eyes sparkled.
Now all five are here. As expected, heaven still favors us. No, it should be favoring Rimuru. Whatever, the biggest problem has been solved.
Mo Li thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Rimuru was in a terrible mood.
*What is all this? Didn't I just come