The three demons surrounded the second prince in the center, and the attacks came from all directions.

Yem swung out a short, thick giant palm and struck the second prince in the abdomen hard.

Taking advantage of the gap between the second prince's staggering retreat, Liteton quickly struck out and threw a fierce punch at it

Although Pukki was unconscious, he still maintained a fighting stance.

As if getting up, it stretched out its dog's legs violently, and kicked the knee of the second prince who had turned into a minotaur.

The two fists were invincible to the onslaught of four hands and two feet, and the two princes were defeated and retreated under the group beating.

The nobles who were sitting on the ground on the side were stunned, looking at the battle in a daze, their expressions dull, as if they had become wood carvings and clay sculptures.

Even the elves who had been taken away by Kokot were full of surprise when they watched the battle of the demons in front of them.

Only Leah was different from the others, shrinking her head and desperately burrowing into Gwen's arms.

Her heart turned upside down, and her cheeks turned red into ripe apples.

It's over, and another demon is coming, and now the Clevenner family is really humiliated.

Helpless, Gwen could only hold Lia and gently stroke her head as a comforter.

Looking at the superiority of the battle, the excited Corcot lay on his side on the clouds, and after letting go of his elven compatriots, he flew to Victor's side to watch the play:

"So, you've been preparing for this day for a long time?"

The sudden appearance of so many demons is obviously not a coincidence, especially these primordial demons.

Kocot is not a waste wood, no matter how she is said to be an elf who has lived for hundreds of years.

Although she spends most of her time asleep, she can be called well-informed.

On a normal day, if you can meet a primordial demon, you can count it as a jackpot, but now there are so many demons jumping out at once.

If it were a coincidence, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Waves of air rolled up and continued to explode in all directions.

With the wind blowing the corners of the trench coat non-stop, Victor explained lightly:

"Demons and demons are attracted to each other."

To sum up, they were all attracted by the second prince who turned into a new demon and Yem, and had nothing to do with him Victor.

Kokot gave Victor a blank look.

Only you will believe what you say, and who will take your words seriously?

Of course, under the deterrence of Victor's strength, it is estimated that those nobles will definitely believe Victor's nonsense.

And, she probably realized it too.

Victor seems to be planning to get all the demons together.

It's just that Kokot doesn't understand.

Why hasn't Victor made a move to end this farce sooner?

In her cognition, if Victor wanted to make a move, even if the second prince had demonic power, it was estimated that he would have been knocked down by Victor's powerful magic blow.

One doesn't work? Then another one.

But just now, Victor just released a simple fifth-order magic, and only hit the undercover agent of his own family.

Except for the unilateral beating of the second prince by the three demons, Victor never made a move.

And there's one thing that Kokot doesn't know whether to talk about or not.

She always felt that the second prince in front of her was a little stupid.

Do you really think that you can easily deal with Victor with this little strength?

At the beginning, the battle in the waters of Padalemb was broadcast live around the world.

Want to be the enemy of Victor?

Then at the very least, you should first measure whether your strength can match the calamity.

At this moment, the pale, somewhat lost soul of the great prince also walked from the side.

He raised his head and watched the image of Oweyser being beaten by three demons punch after punch, and a little tangle flashed in his eyes.

Eventually, the eldest prince sighed and let his frown stretch.

Seeing that the little lonely prince came over, Kocote took the initiative to say hello to the other party:

"Yo, little golden man."

When the eldest prince heard this, he reluctantly smiled at Cocott, and there seemed to be a bit of self-deprecation in his smile.

He turned to look at Victor and asked in a trembling voice:

"Count Victor...... Oweyser him, can't he recover? ”

Victor stood silently in place, looking up at the three demons performing a righteous three-on-one battle against the second prince.

His eyes were relaxed, and the battle in front of him was like a drama that made him feel funny.

Hearing Albany's words, Victor responded to him while watching the game:

"Would you love to get him back?"

The eldest prince was slightly stunned when he heard this, and slowly raised his head.

His eyes were complicated as he stared at Oweyser who was hit by punch after punch, and his heart fluctuated.

After all, that's his loved ones.

But when he thought of what Oweyser had done, he couldn't really say anything.

Eventually, he pleaded:

"I still hope that you don't kill him."

Victor smiled faintly, and then said calmly:

"Don't worry, I've never seen him as an enemy."

After hearing this, the eldest prince's eyes revealed a trace of obvious astonishment.

In the next second, Victor's voice suddenly became even colder:

"A man who is carried away by jealousy, and who is willing to be used as a gunman."

"He doesn't deserve my hands on it."

The moment the words fell, Oweyser, who had turned into a minotaur, felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Although he was beaten unilaterally, Oweiser still refused to admit defeat.

His body began to swell, and power surged through his limbs.

Oweyser roared angrily, and the wave of qi that stirred up violently shook the three demons around him.

His anger reached its extreme, and his demonic body erupted, and he roared:

"Enough!"

The bull's eyes glowed with a deep red light, and red flames even scurried from his skull into the pitch-black horns.

Boom ——!

In an instant, violent waves of qi poured in all directions, and the pitch-black sky of the blood-colored rift that had been torn apart became even more dull.

The terrifying force tore the pitch-black smoke in the sky apart, turning into spiky thorns in the blink of an eye, gradually obscuring the blood-colored rifts.

The sky is so torn apart that the natural earth changes color in response.

Black thorns burst through the ground and rolled across the ground, enveloping everyone in a thick, pitch-black wall.

The clouds and smoke obscured the eyes of all the nobles, and in the haze, they felt a sharp sting of clarity.

Their instincts told them that the source of these stings was the same as the thorns that wrapped around the second prince's body.

The nobles suddenly fell into panic and groped aimlessly.

Everywhere your hand touches, there are sharp thorns.

It wasn't until the black fog gradually cleared that they looked up to see the huge bull's head hanging high in the deep sky.

It broke through the dense network of thorns and pale before everyone's eyes.

The chaotic skies converged and poured into the gigantic bull's head.

The red eyes were like two blood-red moons, emitting a light that covered everything in the sky.

With the opening and closing of the jaws of the bull's head, the chaotic bell slowly rang and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Now, I'll let you know."

"What kind of despair can a real demon bring!"

The heavy magic sound made the nobles' hearts tremble.

They could no longer remain calm, and panic spread among them like a plague.

But then, something terrifying happened.

The thorns broke through the large area, revealing deep holes.

In other words, it is the space that those thorns have cut through and broken through the deep nothingness.

And in that piece of nothingness.

Countless small, strange-shaped demons poured out of it, crawling black brambles, and appeared in front of the ruined banquet hall.

They let out a high-pitched, piercing voice and burst into bursts of shrill laughter.

Even their eyes were distorted into unbelievable shapes.

Only the flickering red gaze kept beating between the corners of the eyes.

The surrounding nobles trembled as they looked at these little demons pouring out of nothingness, and their eyes were full of unspeakable horror.

"This ...... What the hell are these things?! A nobleman exclaimed.

"Demons! These are all demons! Another nobleman also screamed.

The elves, who stood far away, watched countless demons emerge from nothingness, and one by one they were frozen in fear and trembled.

They couldn't have imagined it.

It's just to come to the human world for a walk, but it turns out to be faced with such a terrible thing.

It's terrible, I knew I would never go out of the Elven Forest again.

Seeing that the earth became more chaotic, the bull head above the sky erupted into bursts of frantic laughter:

"I'm going to throw the whole king into chaos."

"Let everyone's emotions become food for me."

The eyes of the eldest prince were solemn, and he looked at the second prince who slowly appeared from the clouds, his pupils trembled, and his face was full of shock.

And just as he was shocked, an indifferent voice broke the silence around him.

"Has the crowd been evacuated?"

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Victor, and said sluggishly:

"It should ...... It's almost evacuated. ”

Victor nodded, and continued:

"His Royal Highness Oweyser is a member of the royal family after all."

"No matter how serious the mistake he makes, I shouldn't be the one who finally solves him."

When the eldest prince heard Victor's words, the whole person was even more puzzled.

In the current situation, if Victor doesn't make a move, who else can subdue Oweyser like this?

As soon as this thought flashed, an ominous premonition surged from behind him.

I saw Victor pick up a transparent communication crystal and inject some magic into it.

Then, as if he was giving out a notice, he said to the crystal:

"Ready, wrap up."

As soon as the words fell, countless silver-white daggers appeared from the cloudy sky like meteors.

They stabbed into the bodies of the little demons who let out a sharp and weird grin.

The originally noisy and piercing laughter came to an abrupt end under the light of these silver blades.

Countless little demons burst like popped balloons, their deformed bodies turning into purple smoke and dust, gradually dissipating on the earth.

Even the bull's head in the sky stopped laughing arrogantly, lowered its head in a daze, and stared at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Suddenly, a strong palpitation flowed into the brain, and an alertness ran up the invisible spine.

Oweyser felt like he was being targeted by something, like a prey.

"If you don't use some means, it's really hard to lure your self out of this state."

Listening to Victor's words, the second prince, who had turned into a minotaur, smelled a smell of conspiracy.

He lowered his head and saw that the three giant demons that had surrounded Victor had disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the second prince suddenly felt his head 'buzz'.

Just now, those three demons joined forces to beat him, just to force out all their strength?

Once the goal is achieved, they all run away?

This...... It's a conspiracy!?

But Victor's voice wasn't over yet.

At this time, he looked at a clearing, and his voice sounded calmly:

"So now, we can dispose of him reasonably."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

Empress? The queen is coming?

Countless nobles were surprised when they heard Victor say the word "empress".

Even the eldest prince was stunned.

Because the person Victor is talking about is his mother.

Suddenly, countless witchers in black uniforms stepped out of the darkness around them.

They wear a variety of different masks on their faces and are armed with weapons of varying styles.

Either standing on the ruins, crouching near a wall, or perching among the thick branches of the trees around them.

But without exception, the eyes of this group of demon hunters all flashed with the fanatical crimson of facing demons.

"Ah, yes."

A cold voice sounded.

A woman in a tight black uniform, a silver mask, and a head full of silver hair shining slowly walked out of the darkness.

The silver spear in her hand extended from her back, the tip of the spear grinding against the earth, bursting with brilliant sparks.

The queen walked gracefully towards the battlefield.

"My child."

The gazes of the countless witchers around her were focused on her like sharp blades.

Beneath that mask, one of Claudia's eyes erupted with a fierce red light.

With a little imperceptible, pity for loved ones.

But it crosses the eye like a swimming fish.

"There's no way out of you."