A hexagram magic circle appeared beneath the Eight-Star Angel Seed's feet, and the cube jelly covering its body melted away like snow.
We Still Did Not Know the True Depths of the Person We Saw That Day
In the eastern sky, Professor Sylph stood in midair like a pillar holding the sea in place.
In the western sky, the professors—maids—and a total of six demons faced each other in a standoff.
By this point, Aleister Eldridge's scheme had effectively failed.
Professor Sylph's forceful arrival had not only split the battlefield apart, but also placed an enormous distance between it and the carriage.
Though it possessed some of the Abyss Insect Demon's abilities and could teleport over long distances by opening "wormholes," a skill of that level... naturally had a cooldown.
If it wanted to achieve its goal now, perhaps direct confrontation was its only remaining option!
Aleister Eldridge covered its stomach and retreated slightly. Its abdomen had been drilled clean through by a storm-shaped drill and was still healing.
Under normal circumstances, let alone a hole drilled through its stomach—even if its heart were gone, it would not retreat.
It did so now only to bring the Lich Ian and the Oni Vernon into the enemy's line of sight.
Aleister Eldridge had actually noticed all along that these subordinates of its were putting in little real effort.
More precisely, aside from the Oni Vernon, every demon had thoughts of their own.
They all spoke of "reviving the Demon Race." But the more deeply they came to understand this era, the more they realized how hollow and powerless that slogan was.
When the Demon Race was no longer the strongest race in the world, when the Demon King was no longer the strongest being in the world, how could a demon