(119) Your Majesty, Lucas!

Things weren't progressing to be optimistic.

As if to prove he stood up to his name as one of the strongest in the demon world, Jolthyl began beating up Gildart with dozens of pieces of equipment covering him.

The strange tattoos on Jolthyl's body were glowing, giving out a dangerous aura. An ominous demonic mana spread from him as the center.

Gildart, who was using his ability to fly as an advantage, got one of his wings ripped apart in no time. Grievous wounds started appearing on him, causing Lucas to become frantic internally too.

The Claymore held Jolthyl further boosted his attacking capability to next. Gildart on the other hand, didn't have any weapon advantage.

'Even if I take over this plane, it doesn't contain any method of attacking. I hoped Gildart would have been enough, but he will be killed soon from the look of things.' Lucas put all his effort into the new system that was growing by the second.