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Section 4 of the North Shore, Pariel.
Count Bathist’s Mansion.
This ancient mansion, several decades old, had already lit its lights in the rainy night. The sounds of doors being broken, screams, and the cacophony of shattering dishes continued without end.
The rebellion of demon race servants within the mansion had begun not long before.
The family, which was about to fall into danger, suddenly heard several loud noises. All the maids were knocked unconscious and subdued on the floor by a crimson figure.
"Well done, Enon!"
Christina, dressed in her pajamas, jumped up and cheered.
If it hadn’t been for Enon sensing the danger, and their having Enon, the strongest human maid in their household, they might now be in a grave crisis, despite the mansion’s ancestral barrier, due to the sixth-order berserk demon maids.
Enon quickly secured the maids with anti-magic steel and sealed them in the basement with a barrier in place.
Wiping her sweat, she came out of the basement.
"I told you that you are stronger than Rocky, right? He could never knock them out with a single punch like you did!"
As soon as she came out, Christina hugged her tightly.
"Miss, now is not the time to be happy."
Bound by Christina’s soft embrace, Enon’s expression became a bit uncomfortable. Seemingly unable to push Christina away, she could only turn her gaze aside, letting Christina hug her while speaking to her.
She also acted in battle according to what Rocky simply taught her—
She was probably a magic warrior who excelled at spiritual magic.
Moreover, using a kind of spiritual magic, she could control zero-order and first-order berserk demon race civilians close to Count Bathist’s household to leave.
Just performing the magic, she faintly felt that it was an original creation of hers, named "Big Puppet Theater," but she couldn’t recall when she had created such a spell or what its previous purpose was.
Though discovering her own strength and being able to protect Christina brought some joy to Enon’s heart, she couldn’t relax at the moment.
Finally.
"I’ll go stand guard at the door."
Enon pushed Christina away and walked away with steady steps.
"Sister Christina!"
The three young ones of the count’s family gathered around their sister, crying and trembling.
"It’s alright now. Everything will get better once it’s light."
Christina knelt down and embraced them, comforting them and asking them not to disturb their father and brothers who were attempting to communicate with the outside.
The people of Count Bathist’s family had all gathered in the sitting room, yet they seemed somewhat unsettled.
They didn’t know why, but suddenly, a catastrophe occurred in Floral City, and all contract demons began to go berserk.
Now, the tragic news that the Cursed Demon Clan in Frenzy Transformation is ravaging both the north and south banks of Pariel had spread. The Church’s bell tolled across Pariel, announcing the arrival of the emergency defense state.
The sitting room.
"Where’s Rocky?"
Count Bathist anxiously looked at Kyle while sitting on the sofa.
"Can’t contact him either."
Kyle, holding a magic device, shook his head with a grave expression.
At such times, the person they found most reassuring was their butler.
It wasn’t his strength that reassured them, but the comforting presence he provided.
Fortunately, even without the butler, they still had Enon.
This maid, who was suddenly brought back by Butler Rocky and Christina one day, at first nobody in their family realized how strong she was.
It was not until today that they discovered this maid seemed actually to possess strength on par with the seventh-order.
She had no combat skills, but merely with her physical prowess and unfamiliar use of spiritual magic, she completely subdued several berserk maids, including some of the sixth-order.
A regular sixth-order could not stand against such same-ranked berserk demons.
"Regardless, let’s hope that Rocky is safe, wherever he is."
Count Bathist looked out the window and prayed.
The situation outside Count Bathist’s mansion was even worse. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
While the North Shore was just swept by a disaster, the South Bank was nearly fallen.
The dark tidal wave was still raging, aberrant demons surged like a tide, the heavy rain washed over the blood-stained ground, and lightning illuminated the twisted and ferocious faces.
Members of the Holy Temple Knight Order in silver-white armor were dispatched, wielding silver longswords and cross shields, running through the rain to escort the injured.
The priests in white robes gathered in front of the church, chanting hymns loudly, using Divine Arts to disperse the corrupt miasma, working hard to construct barriers to resist the invading berserk demons and heal injured citizens.
The executioner troops in black military attire emerged from the dark alleys throughout the city, their sharp swords glinting coldly in the rain, moving ghostlike with exquisite skill to slay the berserk demons. The Pariel Police Headquarters had also been fully deployed, setting up emergency checkpoints in various districts, doing their utmost to evacuate the innocent citizens. The uniformed police, with riot shields and batons, struggled to block the berserk abnormals who slipped through the executioners’ grasp.
In their guidance, the panicked crowd surged toward comparably safe refuges like the church and police stations.
Cries, calls for help, and prayers joined into one, rising to the night sky.
On a rainy night, sounds carry unusually clearly.
Even voices from several kilometers away could echo in one’s ears.
At the moment, the citizens of the South Bank had little access to official news and reports; it seemed that most news channels had nearly paralyzed.
Only the broadcasts from sections 7 to 10 of the North Shore were still functioning normally.
From the images they could see through the magic projection, it appeared that an eighth-order battle was taking place in section 10 of Poson in the Demon World.
