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~

“Hehehe! As expected, you can’t defeat me!”

“It’s only just begun.”

Crow and Ifrit’s swords clash fiercely.

Despite Crow’s attempts to cut through Ifrit, his attacks are narrowly parried.

Each collision sends shockwaves through the area, now deserted as bystanders have moved to safer locations.

“——Black Flame Fire II.”

Crow swings his sword, sending a delayed flame slash from behind. A two-stage attack.

But again, it’s repelled by an unseen barrier with a dull thud.

“Figures.”

“Hehehe! You talked big about defeating me, but you need to be stronger… Hehehe!”

Ifrit’s mocking laughter fills the air.

Direct attacks are deflected, while the barrier blocks others. It’s a stalemate.

Crow steps back to reassess.

Ifrit, not letting up, closes the gap in a blink, throwing a powerful kick aimed at Crow’s sword-holding right arm. A hit could cause serious injury, but Crow avoids it entirely.

“Missed, huh…”

Ifrit’s foot slices through the air. Crow quickly grabs it with his free hand, striking his sword to sever it.

The foot drops to the ground, but no blood is seen. Ifrit is indeed immortal.

When Crow looks again, Ifrit’s foot has regenerated.

“Hehehe. Too bad. The first wound you inflicted is already healed… Hehehe.”

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

“Next time? Hehehe, still buying time for someone else to arrive?”

“I’m going to defeat you.”

“Hehehe. Impossible. I’m getting bored of playing with you.”

“Planning to go after Fel?”

“Hehehe, that pink-haired girl? I love breaking strong women. Hehehe… I’m looking forward to it…”

“Sorry, but forced play isn’t my thing, so I must stop you.”

Crow recalls a past life trauma involving a netorare game.

Once more, Crow and Ifrit face off.

The invisible wall distorts magical energy. Ifrit mentioned it could be broken by someone strong enough, but focusing on that might leave Crow vulnerable to a lethal counterattack.

He needs to outmaneuver Ifrit somehow…

At the location of Garga & Horus

Screams and agony fill the air as adventurers grapple with their injuries.

The demons have intensified their assault.

Even as the lesser demons fall easily, the average adventurers struggle.

“Ugh, there’s no end… Watch out behind you!”

An adventurer turns just in time to see a demon swinging its sword at him.

He braces for death, but it never comes.

Garga intervenes, halting the demon’s sword.

“Cover that side.”

“Y-yes! Thank you!”

Garga then dislocates the demon’s shoulder with a twist, exploiting the human-like skeletal structure common to many demons.

“Aaaaaaaaah!!”

Garga doesn’t stop at merely incapacitating the demon.

With a powerful knee to the back of the demon’s head and neck, he silences its screams, then twists and dislocates its right arm, rendering it completely combat-ineffective in mere minutes.

“Wow, amazing…”

“Such smooth moves…”

“Geez… there’s no end to this.”

Garga sighs deeply, growing weary of the seemingly endless battle.

His gaze shifts to Horus, who’s expertly firing arrows.

Failnaught is a mythical bow known from Arthurian legends and is renowned for its unerring accuracy.

“——Failnaught Quad Shot.”

One arrow splits into four, each hitting a different demon with precision, causing them to fall from the sky one after another.

“There’s no end to this. We need to find the source.”

As Garga and Horus ponder their next move, something peculiar appears.

A portly figure with a half-discolored, purplish face and emerging horns, somewhat resembling a human.

“What’s with this old man?”