The higher a dungeon owner's rank, the more battlefields they're called to.
Halphas had absolutely no intention of playing lapdog to the Demon King, and only planned to satisfy his desires through the system.
Battlefields were rife with divine power, lethal to demon lives. Long ago, before becoming a dungeon owner, Halphas had roamed battlefields as a scavenger and witnessed with his own eyes countless times how lethal divine power was.
Holy sword bombardment.
Watching countless demons get swept away by a hero's single strike of a sword infused with divine power, Halphas reminded himself over and over to stay at an appropriate position.
But what the hell was this.
What was this Dark Elf Queen spouting more divine power than most heroes?
"This is cheating...cheating!"
Halphas blocked the crescent-moon slash by releasing all his body's demonic energy. Every muscle in his body burst and his organs twisted, but his opponent had poured all her divine power into that slash.
Thud.
