As Ilkaalt vanished, Konrad's face contorted into a frown.

　　Were his powers still available, how could that odious woman possibly run amok? With a palm, he would have suppressed her. Alas, available, they were not. Now, his perfect s.h.i.+eld of a sworn brother was taken captive, depriving him of his trump card.

　　Calling him "irritated" was an understatement.

　　"Hehe, it is not often that you suffer such a loss at the hand of a woman."

　　Selene chortled within Konrad's mind.

　　"What are you acting so pleased about? Since you're so keen on taking pleasure in my misfortune, I might as well let those ghosts help me into reincarnation. I'm sure you can find yourself a better host, good luck on your future endeavors."

　　Konrad declared before s.h.i.+fting his attention toward the Ravenous Ghosts, who, in the absence of Qehreman, now focused solely on them.

　　"You can't bear to. In any case, that woman s.n.a.t.c.hing him might not be such a bad thing."

　　Selene replied before again, falling silent. But Konrad didn't have time to inquire about the reasoning of those confusing words that the Ravenous Ghosts again were upon him.

　　With a wave of his hand, he summoned his Harem Throne and took his seat upon it.

　　*BAM*

　　A jade-colored energy s.h.i.+eld appeared, blocking the ghosts' onslaught while Else and Astarte vanished to reappear by Konrad's side. Without waiting for his orders, the two extended their swords toward the Ravenous Ghosts and respectively condensed golden and silver lightning energy b.a.l.l.s, which expanded before blasting at the three-hundred ghost army.

　　"HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

　　They screamed like a choir, releasing berserk soundwaves that clashed with Konrad's barrier while the entirety of their nether force combined in an ice hurricane to collide with the beams!

　　*BOOOOOM*

　　The collision triggered a wild energy outburst that blasted one-third of the ghosts into nothingness. Without Qehreman, the nether force and death essence within the atmosphere quickly enfeebled both Else and Astarte, making them unable to fight at full-strength. Otherwise, the result couldn't be this shallow.

　　With exceptional tacit understanding, the remaining two hundred merged into a mightier ghost high of more than three-hundred meters. Seeing this, hesitation flashed within Konrad's eyes. Although he could use his once a day energy blast to clear this foe in one go, if he did, for the remainder of the day, he would be left without defenses.