The foggy dungeon-bound spirit suddenly transformed into the familiar toilet and slapped the claws away with its lids.
"How dare you touch my noble master, you piece of sh*t?!"
The toilet spirit roared and its B-rank aura immediately descended upon the dark spirits and the cult members.
"Akh!"
The cult members clutched their chests and their faces rapidly lost their colour.
The dark spirits, mostly C-rank and D-rank, trembled as their knees hit the ground, unable to move.
The whole thing happened so fast that inner self Castra had just blinked and everything was over.
...? Is this the joy of having a big shot as his subordinate?
Damn, it feels so good!
The cult members gritted their teeth and glared at Castra with red eyes.
"Y-you, coward! Only daring to hide behind your slave!"
Castra's inner self rolled his eyes.
If not using his own "slave", should he use these crazy cultists?
