Devil's Brawl

With Tyrant and Kaeldur emerging in the main hall, the atmosphere changed drastically.

While the Royal Princess smiled weirdly, trying to cover that she was a little shaken by the extremely dense killing intent that radiated from the two Devils, the Old Sacred Elf had switched his position.

He could tell that the two monsters posed far more danger than the trembling guards.

In fact, the guards stared at the two Devils in horror. They felt as if they were about to get devoured by the darkness currents that exuded from Kaeldur and Tyrant.

"Elves…unimportant…where are the Shelturion…" Tyrant grumbled while his huge hand reached out for Kaeldur, who was about to shoot past him to kill the guards that were crowded in a tight corner.

He grasped Kaeldur's body tightly and looked at the Devil with a faint smile on his face.