He cast a spell that warped the air and created heavy afterimages of himself made of wind, then deftly closed the distance between himself and the Minotaur
King.
He was simply too fast; the Minotaur King swung the Demon King's oviduct and its halberd, but they pierced only his afterimages.
"Triple Lightning Thrust."
Standing directly in front of the Minotaur King, Randolf unleashed three quick thrusts that were as quick as lightning, aimed at the Minotaur King's solar
plexus, heart and neck.
"It just means I need to destroy your vital organs without directly facing the fragment," Randolf murmured to his defeated foe.
Still wearing a look of shock, as if unable to believe what had just happened, the Minotaur King fellI. Its wounds did not regenerate this time.
"Taking the Demon King's fragment into account, it was Rank 10, I suppose. Considering the size of the horde, it might not have been possible to stop the
ritual without at least ten A-class adventurers," Randolf said to himself.