When that demon’s head was placed upon the altar, it quickly melted away, turning into a pool of blood.
The Magic previously drained from Litt was completely activated.
Centered on the altar, a fearsome, dark red storm of Magic instantly erupted.
“Is this the power of Demonization? It does possess Divinity… but not much.”
Otto’s voice was flat and emotionless, yet for some reason, there was a faint sense of disappointment.
Despite that, he reached out his hand, continuously drawing the overflowing, dark red Magic into his own body.
“We have to find a way to stop him!”
Red knew very well that if Otto absorbed all the overflowing Magic, the being standing before them would become an invincible enemy.
“I know.”
Mason knocked back Ella’s assault once more, panting slightly.
However, Ella was not faring any better.
Under Mason’s relentless offensive, the girl who was a Magical Doll was covered in wounds.
Even so, she remained standing in front of Otto, blocking the path of the two men.
“Tch…”
Seeing the situation, Mason could not help but speak to Red.
“Red, you bastard, what kind of ingredients did you put into this Magical Doll? Her Magic capacity isn’t high, but her combat techniques are terrifyingly strong. She’s almost on par with Liz.”
‘I didn’t really add anything special…’
Red’s head began to ache.
He had not expected that a Magical Doll he had created on a whim would now become someone else’s most useful weapon.
“Mr. Red, I do not wish to raise my hand against you.”
Ella’s voice was flat and gentle.
Her face looked like Litt’s, and her personality was quite similar as well.
But Red was fully aware that she was a Magical Doll, not Litt herself.
“Speaking of which,” Mason said, catching his breath.
Even at a time like this, he could not help but joke, “Does our previous agreement still count?”
“To be honest, I want a Magical Doll this strong, too.”
Although his tone sounded like he was joking, Mason’s mind was incredibly clear.
Based on the strength of this one Magical Doll, Red alone was enough to constitute a Hero Party.
This was no exaggeration.
“Let’s focus on getting back alive first!”
Red snapped back, his mind racing at high speeds.
Ella’s defense was airtight… and the speed at which Otto was absorbing Magic was startling!
The eye of that dark red storm was shrinking at a visible rate.
If he and Mason failed to deal with Ella soon, all the dark red Magic would be completely consumed by Otto.
When that time came, defeating him would be more than difficult.
He had to do something.
He didn’t just need to break through Ella’s defense; he had to obstruct Otto from absorbing any more power…
Red’s anxious gaze scanned the intense battlefield, searching for a single flaw.
It was then that Red’s eyes fell upon the giant demon statues standing in the shadows around the Altar Hall.
They were hideous and terrifying, looking like mere decorations.
To an ordinary person, they might just be cold stone carvings.
However, to the perception of a Great Magician of Creation like Red…
Within these statues… he could clearly sense the extremely faint yet rhythmic pulsing of Magical Circuits.
This meant that these statues were not decorations!
They were powerful war machines from the Demon Race!
A bold and insane thought appeared in Red’s mind.
If Otto could use this overflowing dark red Magic…
Then why couldn’t he?
“Mason! Cover me!”
“What?”
Mason froze for a moment.
Seeing Red’s eager expression, he wasn’t sure what the man was planning, but in this moment, he chose to trust the Magus with the brilliant mind.
“Fine.”
Otto, who was in the middle of absorbing the Demon God’s Power, suddenly felt as if someone was competing with him for it.
By all logic, anyone who had not prepared beforehand would turn into a mindless demon the moment they inhaled this Magic.
Red wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that, so what was he doing?
With a hint of doubt, Otto cast his gaze toward Red.
The sight before him caused a genuine look of surprise to flicker across his eternally elegant mask.
Red’s hands were spread wide, his ten fingers moving as if plucking invisible harp strings.
Threads of Magic shot from his fingertips, precisely connecting to the dormant demon statues around the Altar Hall.
He wasn’t absorbing the power; he was frantically guiding and pouring it.
The Demon God’s Power that should have been devoured by Otto had found a new outlet.
At a speed several times faster than Otto’s absorption, it was being forcibly injected into those cold stone statues.
“Oh?”
Otto let out a soft sound of curiosity, the corners of his mouth curling into an interested arc.
“What a… delightful surprise.”
Instead of being angry, he looked as if he were enjoying a magnificent impromptu performance.
In less than thirty seconds, the essence of that suffocating, dark red storm of Magic that had filled the sanctuary was almost entirely swallowed by the statues, which acted like bottomless pits.
As the final wisp of Magic was absorbed…
“Oh? I see…”
Cracking sounds of breaking stone rose one after another.
The massive demon statues that had stood for untold ages began to shatter.
The thick, moss-covered outer shells crumbled away like rotten eggshells, revealing the black bodies beneath—bodies that flickered with cold metallic lusters, covered in ancient runes, and looked almost organic.
Dozens of pairs of crimson eyes lit up simultaneously like the fires of hell!
Chilling, violent, and filled with a desire for destruction, their gazes scanned the space.
Red and Mason finally saw the true forms of these statues.
“Magic Armor…?”
Mason sucked in a breath of cold air, his voice shaking with disbelief.
“And they look… exactly like that Lord on the 24th Floor?”
“They aren’t just similar; they’re the same model. But I can’t fully control them… I can only guide them, so be careful.”
With the Magic Armors entering the fray, the situation underwent a world-shaking change.
They obeyed no one, but because Red was the one who had awakened them, the Magic Armors immediately locked onto Otto and Ella.
Facing this sudden power that was enough to overturn the balance, the playful smile on Otto’s face finally faded.
He decisively stopped absorbing the remaining, thinned-out Magic.
His gaze swept rapidly across the twelve Magic Armors and Red.
For the first time, a trace of gravity flashed in his eyes.
“Ella,”
Otto’s voice remained calm.
“This is no longer your battlefield. Withdraw.”
“Understood.”
Ella did not hesitate for a second.
Like a machine receiving its highest command, she instantly ceased all hostile actions.
Her figure blurred into an afterimage, silently melting into the deeper shadows of the sanctuary until she vanished.