Thud.
Beholder Kike, his face smeared with blood, pulled himself out of the rubble with a dazed expression.
Only then did he realize that his merely second-rate transformation spell had somehow not been cut apart by that sword, reverting him to his Beholder form?
It was only then that he vaguely remembered that, before being blasted away by that strike, that "female Mage" seemed to have cast [Maximized Spell Enhancement] on him, strengthening the transformation spell on his body once over.
At that thought, Kike felt like he was about to fucking collapse.
Was this any way to play with a demon?! This was just bullying demons too much!
But just as he was considering whether to slip away while those three "devils," whose purpose he did not know, were not paying attention, an even greater boom rang through the skies above the entire Port District, accompanied by the explosion of the Gilded Rose Tavern.
That "Crimson King Diablo," wielding a flaming greatsword, landed once more not far in front of him. He slowly exhaled a stream of sparks through his nostrils, pointed the greatsword at Kike's nose, raised his head, and roared:
"I am Diablo! I am immortal! Accept justice's purification!"
'Justice's purification, my ass! Right now, you look more like the villain than I do!'
Beholder Kike immediately wanted to curse, but the instant his thoughts stirred, the voice of that "lunatic" sounded in his mind again:
"Oh! Sorry! Brother Harper, I didn't quite control my strength and hit a little too hard. I'll be more careful from here on! Come! Let us continue our glorious battle!"
Hearing that the other party still wanted to continue "beating" him up, Kike's thoughts trembled so violently they nearly spasmed. He hurriedly replied through [Magic Communication]:
"No, no, no! Brother Harper,