Of all the Demon Lords, Lydia was the weakest—at least when it came to physical abilities.
In Magic, she was somewhere in the middle. Thus, in essence, she was an average Demon Lord.
However, her true abilities weren't tied to those things. After all, for her race, they could be whatever they desired!
>VWUUUUSSSHHH<
Miasma swirled around the Demon as her temper rose to the point whereby she could no longer control her primal desire—
—Destruction!
"I've had enough."
Instantly, several whips emerged from behind her—like tentacles.
They were at least six, but thanks to their rapid movements, it would be hard to estimate just how many of the rubber-like protrusions appeared.
>WHUUSHHH!!!<
The whips made sharp sounds as they lunged at the Automaton, intending to demolish it and charge at the target behind.
The hulking figure knew the dangers of the incoming attack and acted accordingly. Boosting its body with Mana, it decided to confront the threat rather than avoid it.
