Several knights rushed towards the two devils, letting out a loud battle cry.

It was enough not to have to coordinate which way to go, how to attack.

The Artina Knights. They were comrades who had been entrusted with countless times and had fought.

It wasn’t difficult to determine what kind of attack would be made, where the attack would be, and how to provide the most efficient support just by looking at the fragmented movements of a comrade.

However, no matter how high the external reputation, the difference in skill within the group was huge.

There were monsters like Edin, Herold, and Alec, knights who were growing noticeably like Caron, and knights who were supporting them.

Relatively outstanding knights were on the march, and many other knights were guarding outside the castle, in a state of having died. The combined attack of the remaining knights was somewhat lacking to pressure the two devils.

Avoiding the falling sword easily, Plauros, who had thrown a spear at Vivian, clicked his tongue.

“Ei, ah, ah, the wrong human got hit.”

Andras seemed to be waiting, raising his sword and giggling.

“Pretending to be good. Opportunity ends! Now it’s my turn!”

A deep red flame flickered from the cold blade. The color was so alien that it could be believed without doubt that it had been ignited from hell.

Looking at the flame still growing on the castle wall, which is a nonflammable material, it was clear that it wasn’t an ordinary fire.

It was just before the sword fell in front of Evelia.

“Oondain.”

A waterspout high enough to swallow the sword surged. Elysia summoned Oondain to create a waterfall that flowed fiercely in the air.

Kwaduduk, the pouring waterfall with a piercing sound swept the flames from Andras’s sword. The falling sword, losing its flame, was intercepted by Caron, who was blocking in front of Evelia.

Kwaaang.

Even if it’s a sword that limits the power of a devil, the power alone is incomparable to that of a regular human. Caron struggled to ignore the tingling sensation in his arm.

“You, you failed too! Again my, my turn!”

As Plauros pointed his finger and sneered, Andras kicked a toy that had been rolling around on the ground in frustration. Evelia turned her gaze slowly to face the toy she often played with, which was horribly broken.

“Spiritmaster. Spiritmaster. Damn spiritmaster! I really hate spiritmasters! That disgusting energy!”

Hwooru, the sword caught fire again. Plauros murmured beside him, “It’s my turn,” but Andras, enraged, did not hear.

But just when the sword was about to fall again.

“Eh? Wait!”

The swinging arm of the devil was unable to come down due to the dense fog.

“What, something is stuck on my arm!”

Elysia, a shrewd general, did not miss the momentary moment of Andras’s tantrum. While the devil was off guard, she had already ordered Oondain to grab Andras’s back.

The devil twisted his arm without knowing this, but Oondain, who had turned into mist without a clear shape, did not fall off easily.

“You, you, you always flop around.”

Plauros, who had been endlessly pulling out spears made of stone from the air and throwing them at the knights, threw a spear at the fog attached to Andras’s arm.

Because it was a spear that tore the surrounding space itself, not focusing power on one point, even Oondain, who had no form, could not avoid the blow.

“Oh, Oondain!”

Before Elysia could give the order to dodge. The spear, which flew at a speed that could not be caught in sight, pierced through Oondain’s body.

“Kuluk.”

At the same time as the faint figure that appeared in the place where it had been blocking Andras’s arm turned into droplets and disappeared, a thick blood flowed from Elysia’s mouth.

“Kyarung.”

Enril, who had bared his teeth and rushed in, was also choked by the neck and thrust to the ground.

“Mom! Enril!”

Evelia called Silape, running towards Plauros, who was pressing Enril’s neck.

An eagle appeared with a green wind, clawing Plauros’s hand and flying into the air with strong wings.

“That, that, that! The immature guy controls a midlevel spirit?”

Plauros shook his deeply pierced wound, and Enril staggered up.

Without delay, a blue magic circle rose up out of nowhere. The frost magic, most effective against demons, took shape as a sharp ice spike and plunged into the two demons.

However, the magic began to dissipate amidst the intense aura. The two wings flapping in the air were once again gripped in Andras’s hand. The demon looked around curiously as if confused.

“What is this? You’re just casting spells without even reciting the incantation?”

Enril twisted her body dramatically and exhaled a fiery breath. The two demons waved their hands as if repulsed by the fireball flying towards them at close range.

In the midst of their distraction dodging the breath attack, a series of magic circles emitting blue light floated up into the air.

“…What is this?”

“This, this, what is this?”

The astonished demons stared at Enril with bewildered expressions.