Another World’s Highest Guild Leader ~I’m the weakest in the guild, but I can’t quit the guild because of the heavy love of all the guild members~ - Chap 68: The All-Out War: Which is the True Devil ③

For a few seconds, Ali stares down Iblis.

“——Fire.”

Instantly, from the tip of Ali’s raised magic wand, multiple flame arrows shoot out, piercing the bodies of the demons in the sky.

“Screams of agony fill the air.”

“First, we need to eliminate these nuisances.”

Dozens of demons, impaled by the flaming arrows, fall one after another while the remaining few flee.

“Wow, impressive. Seems the fodder can’t even slow you down.”

Iblis remains calm with a gentle smile. He appears confident, likely hiding something more terrifying.

Ali and Yuma stay vigilant, ready for Iblis’s next move.

The adventurers fighting alongside them are in awe.

“Wow, she took down so many demons in an instant!”

“What a mage! To cast so many flame arrows with just a moment’s chant…”

“…Ali. It’s not fun being praised by anyone other than our guild members.”

“Ali is working hard, so Yuma will do her best, too!”

Charged up, Yuma closes the distance to Iblis rapidly.

“Your speed is sufficient… Perhaps it’s time to make you lose a limb or two.”

Iblis’s palm gathers immense magical energy, aiming at the approaching Yuma.

“Hmph!”

Yuma swiftly sidestepped, repositioned, and swung her axe. In a flash, her attack obliterates Iblis’s assault.

“Haha, splendid! It’s a joy to battle such capable opponents!”

Iblis claps his hands joyfully, still showing no signs of distress.

“Ali, this guy is annoying. Something is irritating about him.”

“Yuma doesn’t like him much either…”

“Oh dear. Both of you dislike me. Well, as a demon, that’s expected… But we can’t play around forever. Let’s get serious, shall we?”

“It won’t take long. Ali and I will finish this in 10 minutes.”

“We’ll defeat him and get praised by Nii-ni.”

“That sounds wonderful. However, not everyone can face demons as easily as you. All the people in this resort are my hostages.”

Iblis grins sinisterly.

Hearing his words, Ali and Yuma grip their weapons tighter.

“Let’s see how you fight while protecting the hostages.”

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“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The clash between Fel’s chains and Ifrit’s sword happens at blinding speed.

Despite the rapid strikes, both maintain balance. A single moment of weakness could decide the battle.

The assisting adventurers can only watch in stunned silence, overwhelmed by the high-pitched metal clanging.

“Hehe… keeping up with my swordsmanship, impressive…”

“Of course. This is nothing more than a playful skirmish… no, skirmishing with you is repulsive. It’s less than a warm-up.”

Ifrit’s face twists into a gleeful grimace, contrasting Fel’s stern expression.

“——Black Fire.”

Crow joins in, attacking during Fel’s offensive. However, all his strikes are deftly diverted by Ifrit, as if an invisible wall is shifting them aside.

“Hehehe, compared to you, you’re weak… Masked one…”

“No fair, that invisible wall.”

The principle behind the invisible wall remains a mystery to Crow… and it feels unfair.

“Hehehe, this wall, see, can easily be broken by someone with enough power. Which means you need to be stronger. You’re as weak as those commoners standing around… hehe——”

Amid Ifrit’s taunting, Crow closes the distance and swings his sword at Ifrit’s face, only to be stopped by Ifrit’s regenerating hand.

“Oh? Hehehe, did my words get under your skin?”

…

Crow is puzzled. Why does Ifrit deflect Fel’s close-range attacks while blocking his long-range ones with a wall?

Ignoring Ifrit’s provocation, Crow is deep in thought.

“Screams of panic.”

While Crow and his allies are held up fighting Ifrit, chaos unfolds elsewhere in Orfen Resort. Guests are screaming getting injured, and the once tranquil sanctuary becomes a hellish trap with no escape.

“Hehehe… Listen to those weak humans’ screams. How many have died while you failed to defeat me… Hehehe, I can’t wait to count them.”

“What a terrible demon… Wait, Crow-sama?”

Suddenly, Crow appears in front of Fel, previously on the frontline.

Crow swings his sword down, turning his back to Fel.

“Fel, go elsewhere and take down the weaker demons.”

“Crow-sama…”

Crow believes that Fel’s wide-range attacks would be more effective elsewhere.

And Crow’s fight with Ifrit isn’t about buying time or holding off — it’s about victory.

“I’ll take this one down. I’m counting on you for the rest.”

“You, defeat me? Hehehe, you, who can’t even land a proper hit? You really must want to die… Hehehe.”

“Sure, I’m weak; the strongest is someone other than me. But… I’m the one who’s going to take you down.”

Crow’s words may not sound boastful, but his eyes are undeniably serious.

“Being defeated by someone you looked down upon must be humiliating… but you’re not going to run away in fear, right?”

“What? Fine. I’ll… I’ll tear you apart… hehe.”