"Buzz—"
Under the assault of multiple forces, the barrier surrounding the tower-like library—which should have been hidden from sight—was forcibly revealed, becoming something visible to the naked eye.
With the pressure mounting, it began emitting a deep, rumbling sound, as if a colossal object were being moved. The oppressive noise gave rise to an uneasy sense of foreboding.
Staring at the barrier that was constantly resisting his power, Orsaga continued channeling magic into it to break it down, all while casually glancing around in boredom.
From time to time, wild freelance combatants would wander over to meddle. Most didn't get anywhere near, but a few stronger ones still needed to be dealt with properly.
Watching the barrier repeatedly repair itself, Orsaga mused calmly, "Impressive defense, I'll give it that…"
It had already been over twenty minutes.
Despite the four of them attacking continuously, and despite the manipulation of the barrier from within the library, this complex, layered formation was still holding strong—perfectly keeping them out.
What Orsaga didn't know was that this library stored a vast amount of precious knowledge and was considered a strategic structure by Augustus himself. In terms of defense, it even surpassed the City Lord's mansion.
Its energy source was connected directly to a separate dimension, providing it with an endless supply of power.
If it had to rely solely on the energy reserves of the tower itself, it wouldn't have had the confidence to withstand the full assault of all four of them.
But with an extra-dimensional power source backing it, the barrier could keep running indefinitely unless they broke it down in one decisive blow.
However—
There was no such thing as perfection. As long as you found the key point, there was always another way.
Under the ongoing assault, Orsaga's eyes kept tracking the fluctuating structure of the barrier. With his immense knowledge reserves, he spent nearly half an hour observing its rhythm before finally spotting a flaw.
When the barrier revealed a particular fluctuation pattern in response to their attacks, Orsaga's eyes lit up. He locked onto the constantly shifting vulnerability.
His tail lashed out in a blur—too fast for the eye to catch—and pierced directly into a node of the formation, beginning to disrupt its operation.
Inside the library, several Mages maintaining the magical barrier immediately turned pale, scrambling to suppress his interference at any cost.
Though the other three demons didn't have Orsaga's level of understanding, they instantly realized the stalemate had been broken. With renewed aggression, they intensified their attacks, each strike sending ripples through the barrier and further disrupting the internal casters.
Seconds later, as Orsaga grinned, the previously stable energy of the barrier suddenly began to plummet.
The other three demons' expressions grew twisted with anticipation.
Finally, with a sound like a bubble popping, the barrier disintegrated into nothing.
The four of them exchanged glances—and without hesitation, moved in.
The massive gate of the library, constructed from a special alloy and capable of withstanding most attacks, was smashed open in less than a second. It offered no resistance whatsoever.
The resulting force launched the wreckage dozens of meters, killing several civilians who hadn't even had time to react.
One of the Greater-Rank Demons cast a disdainful glance at the terrified civilians on the first floor. He exhaled lightly—and released hundreds of invisible wind blades, reducing them and the surrounding bookshelves to shreds.
To him, the civilians and the low-level knowledge stored there were meaningless trash.
The other two demons shared the same mindset.
Unlike many demons who craved only destruction, they also sought knowledge. But unlike Orsaga, they lacked the ability to absorb and utilize information quickly, so they only cared about the most valuable materials at the top levels.
As for the basic-level knowledge below, they had no interest—not even enough to spare a glance.
Orsaga merely cast a glance at the scene and looked away, showing no intention of stopping them.
He simply didn't care.
At that moment, another demon beside him spoke up, "Prepare to engage!"
Before the words had fully left his mouth, dozens of fist-sized magical projectiles burst through the floor and walls, howling toward them.
Though Orsaga didn't move his hands, the four wings on his back flared out like blades, slicing through each projectile with precision, extinguishing the internal energy to prevent any explosive aftermath.
The other demons, by contrast, responded with brute force—meeting the projectiles head-on with fists and spells.
The ensuing clash erupted with overwhelming force, as if dozens of missiles had exploded simultaneously.
Everything on the first floor was obliterated into debris, scattering in all directions.
Had the materials used in the building not been extraordinary, the entire structure would've collapsed on the spot.
Before the residual energy had even dissipated, a faint fluctuation suddenly appeared on the first floor—silent and deadly.
The attack was originally aimed at Orsaga. After all, he and one of the others were only High Rank Demons, the weaker of the four.
But just as the attacker was closing in, he noticed that Orsaga was already looking directly at him—his gaze filled with curious amusement.
The assassin, hidden within the folds of space itself, felt a chill down his spine. His instincts screamed that this target was dangerous.
On reflex, he changed direction—and struck at the other High Rank Demon instead, catching him completely off guard!
With a splash of blood, a massive gash opened across the demon's forehead.
If the demon hadn't dodged in time, that blow could've cracked his skull wide open.
Wounded so badly, the demon didn't even grunt. Instead, he gave a vicious grin and exhaled a plume of purple mist straight at the still-exposed assassin.
Orsaga and the other two demons made no move to attack the assassin. Instead, they turned their heads, scanning their surroundings.
They could feel multiple auras locking onto them. If they made a wrong move, the counterattack would be instant.
"Five demigods. Twelve legendary-Rank opponents."
Orsaga quickly gauged their strength.
As for the lower-ranked fighters swarming the area, he didn't even bother acknowledging them.
They were just extras.
Even though the enemy held an overwhelming numerical advantage, the three demons showed no sign of fear.
As demons, being ganged up on was standard fare.
No matter what world they were in, the locals always tried to wipe them out.
Sensing the organized focus of the enemy's gazes, Orsaga chuckled. "Looks like they've already assigned our matchups."
Another demon replied indifferently, "Doesn't matter. We fight. If someone dies, it just means they weren't strong enough."
There wasn't even a hint of strategy—just pure brute force.
"Fair point."
Orsaga nodded in agreement, eyes lighting up with anticipation. "In that case, I'll go first. I'm curious to see what the one assigned to me can really do."
Though he hadn't yet met his opponent face-to-face, he could already feel a sense of danger through the other party's focused gaze.
Even his innate abilities were sounding alarms.
Judging by the level of warning, the opponent posed a considerable threat—but not a fatal one.
Which only made him more excited.
With a powerful flap of his four wings, Orsaga shot skyward, shattering the ceiling as he launched himself toward the enemy who had locked eyes on him.
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