Especially the Blood Holy Sword in the Blood Source Sword Saint's hand. Though it was not particularly powerful, it possessed an innate advantage against the Demon King. It could not be ignored.
Just now, it had been completely distracted by Professor Sylph, nearly forgetting the existence of this little Sword Saint.
But now that Professor Sylph and the Blood Source Sword Saint had come together, it could no longer overlook him.
"Kill it first!"
This was both an active choice and a forced one.
Professor Sylph and the Wind Spirit King: Sylph possessed an exceptionally exquisite ability to conceal themselves after transforming into the winds of nature.
Aleister Eldritch decisively gave up on trying to kill her and unilaterally adopted a defense-first strategy against her.
It protected its entire body with turbulent currents powerful enough to rend space apart, ignoring her interference while killing the others first—or charging straight at the carriage. It had originally thought that its Demon Race subordinates would at least pose some threat to the enemy, but it had not expected every one of them, aside from Vernon the "Oni," to be so useless.
Oh, the "Oni" was useless too!
If it had to say, only the Mud Nightmare Dream Demon had been somewhat useful, helping it stall for a little time.
Unfortunately, the best opportunity had slipped away through its own hands. But before the power of the Sun God and the power of fate, there was not much it could do.
Aleister Eldritch increasingly came to recognize its own limitations.
It had always touted itself as "omnipotent."
But ever since it had been Imprisoned, that "omnipotence" had increasingly become little more than a self-proclaimed title, something that filled it with shame whenever it recalled it.
—Thought and action moved as one.
As Aleister Eldritch