Daimon glanced sideways at the notification of the system for a split of a second, before he dispelled it and then turned his attention back to the current confrontation.
Adam and Marcus on the other hand frowned realizing they didn’t effortlessly crush Daimon, like all their previous opponents.
Adam tried to push his sword forward using the naturally increased physical strength of a five-star knight, but besides marking more sparks resulting from clash of the light that was cladding his sword, against Gram’s blade which Daimon reinforced with lightning, nothing happened, he couldn’t advance even a centimeter.
As for Marcus, his claws leaked a black liquid which upon contact made the air sizzle, but the scene of Daimon’s hand melting away he expected didn’t happen.
“Using the strength of a regular five-star either mage or knight against me won’t take you anywhere”.
Daimon’s eyes amethyst eyes glowed, then his grip on Gram’s handle tightened while at the same time, he grabbed Marcus’s wrist.
Adam felt the pressure being applied against his sword and he gritted his teeth, the sudden increase in the clash, slowly pushed him back, he condensed a sword made of white light on his other hand and swung it at Daimon’s neck.
“Don’t get too cocky demon of the elite class!”.
Marcus on the other hand formed a fist with his free hand and took impulse to hit Daimon’s arm.
“Say goodbye to your arm you copycat!”, the layer of black mist which used to cover up to his forearm, extended all the way to his shoulder, making his arm look bulkier despite him not being a knight but a mage, Daimon noticed his physical strength increased quite a bit, also his gloves started melting away.
For Daimon it was as if his everything slowed down as he injected mana into his infinity eyes, Adam’s sword slowly advanced towards his neck while Marcus’s fist was about to connect with his arm.
But that’s not what got his attention but the three masses of mana coming their way, two from the front and one from the back, but still he wasn’t going to leave things just like that.
‘I’m the one who makes others suffer loses, not the other way around’, he thought as he kicked Adam on the stomach, while at the same time he dragged Marcus from his wrist and smashed him against Adam.
“Ack!”, Adam’s armor blocked the impact, but then he took the Marcus’s punch which was supposed to the hit Daimon, right on his face.
“Watch where you aim that thing!”, Marcus on the other hand got cut by Adam’s white light sword on the chest leaving a white burning mark, which seeped out a faint trace of dark red blood from it.
Almost instantly, the three light cladded figures appeared each in front of one of them, Adam’s face which suffered scratched immediately healed due to the while light radiated from the white cladded figure.
The darkness cladded figure snapped her fingers and the white burning mark on Marcus’s chest was patched in darkness, the wound then disappeared without leaving a scratch.
The third figure was Stella whose body was covered in a pretty light blue light, she scanned Daimon with her mana sense, but besides his gloves which now were worn out and a few cuts on the corners of his sleeves, he was perfectly fine.
Each of them helped their respective student to land on the sea which was now frozen, courtesy of Stella.
The three mage lords then stared at each other, before they deactivated their manifestation phenomenon at the same time, as a sign that they didn’t wish to fight with each other, part of the etiquette taught to nobles.
“Thanks, miss Sera… but I had it under control”, Adam was the first one to react, he placed his hand on his chest and then slightly bowed towards the white cladded figure.
“Who the hell told you to interfere in my fight Laila!”, Marcus whose eyes got bloodshot, instead yelled at the darkness cladded figure.
Daimon remained silent, carefully reading the expressions on Adam and Marcus’s faces for a couple of seconds, before he kept Gram in his inventory, while he gave them a disdainful gaze.
“You lowly creature!”.
“Come here you fucker, I will peel your skin!”.
Apparently that little gesture, made both Adam and Marcus feel the urge to strangle Daimon, but they were stopped by the other two mage lords, whose real appearances became visible at the same time.
The one who stopped Adam, was a woman who seemed to be on her late twenties, she had white fair skin and light gray hair which was combed on the back but loose on the front, she had her eyes closed and had a sword in her hands, as for her get up, practically all below her neck was properly covered in a mix between a white dress and a silver armor, overall she looked like a gentle and demure noble lady, even the light she radiated earlier wasn’t the yellow corrosive light, but the healing white type, who could be used for both heal or attack.
The other Lord ranked, was quite the opposite, she was rather tall reaching about 1.9 meters being the second tallest woman Daimon has ever seen only after Erin, her hair was of a pink blonde tone and her eyes had a peculiar magenta color, she was holding a large metal scepter which had the bones of some sort of creature on the extreme, her attire was quite… tempting, a black short dress with large de-attached sleeves which reached all the way to her hands, the dress perfectly accentuated her curvy figure and also left her cleavage in plain view, black stockings and high heels, and also metal decorations which were shaped to look like bones.
The latter stole a gaze at Daimon, as she saw him using his own darkness element to repel Marcus’s and while his gloves were worn out, the same would have happened to Marcus if he were wearing ones.
“Miss Leeris, should know the situation in which we currently are, first and formal we have to deal with foreigners, those are the rules of our stellar chart”, the woman who Adam called Sera, slowly talked with her eyes still closed, her voice was soft and pleasing to the ear.
“Yes, let’s kill those creepy bastards first, then we can aim for each other’s throat~”, the other woman called Laila, kind of agreed with Sera, her voice had a slightly aggressive but playful tone, that perfectly matched her looks.
As Stella was about to answer, Adam and Marcus but interrupted her as they pointed at Daimon.
“I won’t join hands with him, his darkness mana, stained Tessa and Femi!”.
“He could smell the blood of one of my little dogs on the deck of his ship, I’m going to tear his throat out of his body!”.
Daimon raised an eyebrow confused by a pair of things, first, the only blood that was recently spilled on the deck of the ship was the one of the fourth pillar, which was a guy so for Marcus to refer to him as a “little dog” was something he didn’t expect.
‘Now that I pay attention, that guy does look a bit… strange’, thought Daimon, but he didn’t think too much about it, the noble demon races always kept their practices in secret, so who knows what their customs and tastes were like.
Second, he didn’t remember directly attacking the dwarf and alfear princesses.
‘The Hell Storm Javelin did pierce the vine barrier of the alfear princess, and the same happened to the shield of the dwarf princess, but I didn’t leave any mana on them unlike what I did to Leir, what a weirdo, or it could be related to that thing’.
Seeing that the “peaceful” way wasn’t getting them anywhere, Daimon pointed back at them and the cannons of all the ships aimed at Adam and Marcus, including two of the special cannons of the royal ships which could threat even the peak Lord ranks, the third one aimed at the girl from the Penddra family whose face became pale as paper at the moment.
“I have more important things to do than to listen to a pair of idiots who haven’t noticed their fleet is being destroyed as we speak, now we either join hands to get rid of the people from the tribes and the creatures or you get lost”.
Laila and Sera slowly moved to stand in front of Adam and Marcus, but the fourth and last of the special cannons which was being manipulated by Aisha with Daimon speaking to her directly to her mind, then changed its aim to them.
“If you think they can save you, think twice, one of them can be delayed by vice principal Leeris, while the other will have to take on the fire from the cannons, either way one of you will be turned into mince meat with a snap of my fingers”.
Stella bitterly smiled upon hearing Daimon’s words, but she still nodded and prepared in case a battle broke out.
Tessa and Femi who were out of the line of fire so to speak, ignored the horrified expression in the face of the girl from the Penddra family and instead they jumped from the ship and approached them from the sides, to try and mediate.
“Demon of the elite class… Daimon, even know reinforcements are needed to deal with the foreigners, so why don’t we leave this aside for now?”, mumbled Tessa.
Adam heard Tessa calling Daimon by his name, and he frowned but after a couple of seconds, he calmed down.
‘Tess has always been a good strategist, maybe I got too heated because his affinity is darkness’, he thought.
But Daimon’s next words, made the atmosphere tense up even more.
“You are right, the strength of the Lord ranks would be a good help, but they attacked me first, so what use do those two have?”, he said as he pointed at Adam and Marcus.
“What did you say!”.
“I will rip your arms”.
Being mocked by Daimon once again, Adam and Marcus gritted their teeth, they both then did some kind of almost unnoticeable gesture and Daimon’s eyes glowed for a split of a second as he confirmed his suspicions.
He remembered the notification that appeared back when they clashed in the air, and got lost in his thoughts.
[The host has entered in contact with the host of the “Hero of Light System” and the “Devil Ruler System”, from this moment onwards, the host will be able to see through the protections of other system users as long as they are agitated enough (Others can’t see through the host)]
[The Mission Temple function has been unlocked <!>]
[New missions have been added]
Daimon came out of his daze when he heard Laila giggling.
“Then what do you want werewolf boy~”.
Damon raised an eyebrow at being called like that, but that wasn’t important right now, Erin warned him to not let the demons trick him, they only strategist that she has ever have troubles to deal with was from the demon race after all.
“Easy, the treasure in that island, half of it will be for us, I don’t mind not gaining anything as long as those idiots lose too”, said Daimon with a smirk while he pointed at Adam and Marcus, trying to force them to slip.
And they took the bait, as he intercepted Adam’s thoughts.
‘Ariel, do you have something to kill that bastard without anyone noticing it?’.
Then, Daimon caught a glimpse of a girl of about twelve years wearing white and golden clothes, shorts and a large long sleeved and loose blouse to be more accurate, floating behind Adam, she had golden toned eyes, wings and a halo made out of light-yellow light too.
‘Nah, stop playing the white knight role to get that alfear and do it yourself’.
‘Never, I can’t look like a murdering savage in front of those two’.
Daimon didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry, apparently, he wasn’t the only one who argued with the administrator of his system.