The Extra Can't be A Hero

The answer to their question was naturally answered shortly.

After Amon unleashed his overwhelming power upon the twins, they revealed precisely why the Demon Cult would become such a formidable threat in the future. Even after being scorched by the dragon-blessed Sunfire, the two Apostles staggered back to their feet, their resilience bordering on the unnatural. In response, they released a surge of energy, flooding the battlefield with a dense, suffocating miasma—thick with mana and repulsively vile.

Amon narrowed his eyes and swung Nyx in a half-moon arc, eventually resting the blade at attention near his waist. Mana surged from within his core as he prepared for the consequential attack that was certain to be arriving.

"YOU BASTARD!!!"
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Damien had lost all semblance of reason as he unleashed a tornado of thick demonic energy, his bluish-grey mana laced with a tinge of poisonous black. The energy condensed into a coat mockingly mimicking how a Knight generated Aura. Yet, Amon knew that the Apostle could not master such a high-level technique.

'Tch, that's why I didn't want to face the Twin Brutes first.'

Regarding danger levels, the Twin Brutes ranked the lowest among all the Apostles. Other than their abnormally high level of demonic energy, there was nothing spectacular about them. Yes, they had superhuman strength and otherworldly regeneration, but that's about it.

They didn't master any martial arts, and their brains weren't developed enough to think of fighting strategies. They resolved everything through brute force alone, and their ungodly ability to heal every wound enabled them to perform such a feat.

And that unique talent made them a bad match-up for Amon's explosive and overbearing power.

Dante regained his footing, his dense mana radiating an oppressive force equal to Damien's. Though he did not erupt in fury, the Demonic Human stood in ominous silence, his controlled rage simmering beneath his ashen features, more menacing than any outburst.

Both the Apostles were enraged, and rightfully so.

Amon was the first person to injure them in years, proving their invincible streak was over. As proud members of the Demon Cult, they couldn't bear the humiliation of being ragdolled by a young boy who was more than half their age.

Hence, they channelled all of that anger upon the young Knight.

"DANTE! OBLIGE ME!"

"In the name of our Lord, I grant your vengeance."

Being the perennial Apostle from the Gospel of Vengeance, Dante could bless anyone who prayed to them and sought vengeance for their injustice. Much like a cleric from the Holy Church, Dante's blessing enhanced the devotee's power with demonic energy, granting them infinite energy based on their hatred.

This was one reason why the Demon Cult gained popularity among the general public and tempted multiple influential figures to betray humanity and join the Prophet.

Vengeance. Lust. Grief. Domination. Subservience. Chaos.

Such were the desires of humans who craved power—and the Demon Cult was more than willing to grant them an endless supply. As for the Apostles who served as the source of that power, they carried vast reserves of demonic energy, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.

And so the twins did just that.

Damien doubled in size after Dante's blessing. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his throat as raw, unholy energy surged through his veins. The ground beneath him cracked, trembling beneath the weight of his transformation. His flesh darkened, shifting from a sickly pale to a deep, unnatural blue, as veins pulsed with molten crimson.

A sinister grin stretched across his face, fangs glistening under the eerie light of his awakening. The horns on his head now glistened with raw, demonic energy as the thick miasma that shrouded his veiny muscles dissipated into a deathly radiance.

"Now you die!!!"

Damien swung his massive club, and the sheer force of the strike tore through the air with a deafening thunderclap. A devastating shockwave erupted from the impact, sending jagged limestone debris hurtling toward Amon. Infused with raw demonic energy, the strike's power intensified, amplifying the destructive wave rushing at him.

The Twin Brutes could not use Aura, nor could they refine it into elemental forces like Knights. But such techniques were meaningless when sheer, unrelenting strength was their weapon. The sheer weight behind Damien's attack eclipsed anything a Knight could ever hope to achieve—a force not of man but of nature itself.

Rather than waste his energy to defend the strike, Amon used Stellar Waltz to dance right by the blow. And even when Damien's attack missed its mark, it left behind a trail of devastation that would intimidate even the most seasoned warrior.

A hole was blown in the middle of the Lich's lair, and the world seemingly stopped. If the air pressure alone was responsible for such destruction, one could only imagine what would happen if that club directly hit Amon's unprotected flesh.

"DIE!!!"

Damien had no intention of waiting to find out the outcome. With a beast-like roar, he charged straight at Amon, his massive club swinging with all the force of a falling meteor. The demonic energy surging around it was suffocating—enough to make even the most seasoned Knight tremble in fear. But Amon did not waver.

He evaded the strike with razor-sharp reflexes by mere inches, feeling the wind from the club's devastating arc brush past his face. In a fluid motion, he twisted mid-air, somersaulting away before landing with unwavering grace. Then, with a calm yet merciless swing, his blade carved through the air—a crescent of white-gold Sunfire slicing through Damien's flesh.

It was painfully obvious who had the upper hand regarding technique, but that wasn't enough for Amon to win the battle, especially when Damien wasn't the only one he had to face.

Dante charged forward with his quarterstaff and executed a series of attacks that were far more technical than the brute force nature that his brother struck with. Nonetheless, it was still crude compared to Amon's techniques, and the young Knight could evade the strikes gracefully.

But each time Amon displayed his obscene skills, the twins' rage increased. Eventually, their vengeance heightened, and their display of raw, brute power peaked.

'How annoying…'

Truly, the Twin Brutes were the worst opponents Amon had ever faced since transmigrating here eighteen years ago. Yet, surrender was never an option. Even if it meant draining every ounce of his strength, he was determined to bring down at least one.

But today, the man who had once shouldered the weight of an entire nation didn't have to fight alone.

Damien's massive body gave him enormous strength, but as a downside, it also made him a huge target. With all his attention focused on Amon, the Apostle was late to realise that a deadly blow was charging from his rear, and it pierced his exposed back ruthlessly.

The Apostle coughed up blood, his neck creaking as he slowly twisted it back, like a rusted wheel struggling to turn. His blurred vision settled on a young, strikingly handsome blonde Knight, a confident smile playing on his lips. In his hands, an ornate sword shimmered with a radiant golden Aura, its brilliance cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

"Don't forget about us."

Leon wedged Ascalon through the demonic human's flesh and sent all of its Holy Power flowing into the Apostle's veins. Sensing the foreign influence, Damien hurriedly attempted to push Leon away, but his arms were held by two thick vines that emerged from the floor.

Holy power streaked out from the thorny vines as they restricted the Apostle's movement. Feeling his strength waning, Damien could only curse as he growed at the woman responsible for his imprisonment.

"You bitch!!!"

Though Ellahan lacked experience, she was the true Saintess of the Holy Church. Every one of her spells was highly effective against demonic energy. Since Damien was essentially composed of demonic power, his movements were restricted entirely once he lost his composure and was caught.

Ascalon and the Saintess.

By combining their strength, they could seriously injure an Apostle of the Demon Cult and immobilise him. There was a reason why Amon and Yue were so determined to help Leon grow. Thanks to his rare talents and ability to wield Ascalon, Leon was the only one capable of delivering the final blow to the Demon Cult.

And the results spoke for itself.

Dante spat and charged at Leon, hoping to pry him away from the dastardly clutches of the Holy Blade. Alas, the Apostles were outnumbered in this scenario.

"Die, you filthy Demon."

Horus slammed his blade upon the thick neck of the Demonic Human, sending him flying into the limestone walls. Clavicles fell from the cave ceiling and pierced Dante in place. That brief pause allowed Horus to continue with another strike, empowered by the Saintess's support.

Seeing the supporting cast effortlessly take down the two Apostles brought a smile to Yue's face. She had watched Amon from a distance for so long as he threw himself alone into the heart of danger.

However, this time, it will be different.

She won't let Amon bear the burden of the Demon Cult alone. This time, she will be his pillar of support.

And the members of Eldorin were the perfect allies to back them up.