The Pig-headed Monster and several other demon gods were surrounding Squirrel Girl. Their movements resembled a group of burly men baring their fangs and claws as they tried to catch a mosquito flying at faster-than-light speed.
Doreen was still in the midst of an infinite aerial combo. Whenever someone tried to attack her with claws or weapons, she would use a skill akin to teleportation in midair, shifting a great distance sideways and causing the monsters' attacks to strike one another instead.
Massive numbers of squirrels were entering the battlefield from the Squirrel Dimension. There were plenty of them, but their combat strength was abysmal. By now, the ground was already covered in a thick layer of squirrel pulp.
Filthy, tattered fur drifted amid the red pulp and liquid like reefs in a crimson sea.
Squirrel Girl was not Hulk, but her combat strength was often proportional to her anger. When she got especially mad and started being funny, she was practically invincible.
The reason it was only practically was that she was too innocent and easily deceived.
But these resurrected First Generation Demons were even more simple-minded than she was. Forget lies and psychological warfare; some of them could barely speak English.
Tricks such as deception, scheming, and swindling people into signing contracts were hallmarks of second-generation demons like Mephisto, compromises adopted to deal with humanity's increasingly dominant position.
For the First Generation Demons, there had been no such thing as negotiation back then. If they didn't submit, they fought; after fighting, they ate; eating others made them stronger, and once strong enough, they could fight and eat someone else. That was their core logic.
They really were more like beasts than advanced intelligent lifeforms. It could be said that they had put all their skill points into strengthening