Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

After a barrage of attacks, they thought they had gained the upper hand and suppressed the enemy, but they never expected that the hidden sage Groki was only forced to reveal his true form.

Edson felt a chill creep into his heart; in the magical clash, he had lost by more than one point.

In a battle of attrition, his Holy Purification and Healing spells couldn't keep up with the speed at which those strange insects were invading. They could drive them away, but it would take time.

The endless harassment had become unbearable for him.

Legend has it that the hidden sage Groki possessed a demonic weapon bestowed by the demon god, known as the "Greedy" Greedy Rod!

To date, Grocchi has not used that magical artifact.

Suddenly, it was discovered that the giant summoned by Alphonse had once again hurled a spear formed from dark power.

And not just once, but twice in a row.

Immediately, the giant transformed into a jet-black stream of air, chasing after it like a shadow, just like an enormous black ribbon stretching across the sky.

Edson saw it clearly; following closely behind the dark spear, he realized that the giant had thrown Alphonse.

How dare he!

Edson knew very well that the gray-black miasma constantly spreading around Grocchi contained extremely potent poison, yet Alphonse dared to take such a risky move, like a moth drawn to a flame, throwing himself into the trap.

Startled and anxious, it suddenly opened its mouth and exhaled a breath. At the same time, its three tattered pairs of wings unfolded, gathered magical power, and it rushed out with great impatience.

Edson noticed this, so how could Groki not? But his primary focus remained on the holy dragon Edson.

He merely scoffed, "Ants, a futile struggle!"

It then unleashed a gray-black shockwave to counter the incoming divine breath.

He didn't even try to dodge; the countless demonic insects that flew out of his body alone were enough to kill Alphonse, who was being hurled at him.

Simply put, Alphonse was far too weak in his eyes.

This time, Alphonse saw it clearly: the dark spear that Cassobia threw was worn down layer by layer by the poisonous miasma. Although it had great power, it could only blast a hole in Groki's body, creating a constantly rotating vortex of air. It was unclear whether it had caused any damage to him.

The dark spear could pierce through the miasma, but Alphonse was less capable, and instantly felt the poisonous corrosiveness of the miasma.

The protective aura was rendered useless, and was instantly eroded and dissipated.

Next, the clothes were corroded and melted away like snowflakes in the sunlight.

Fortunately, the internal energy reacted, quickly expelling the toxins that had invaded the body, and the death energy also stirred, protecting the body.

However, the swarm of insects, as swift as flying swords, had already descended like a dark cloud.

Alphonse remained unusually calm. With a swift flick of his pinky fingers, dozens of nimble, ethereal silver sword energies enveloped his body, forming a large cocoon-like structure.

The sickening cutting sound echoed incessantly in his ears. Although it lasted only a moment, it held back the relentless swarm of insects, giving Alphonse a sliver of space.

"Falbancus!"

Alphonse drew his sword and roared.

This battle plan was hastily agreed upon, but it was a last resort.

The demonic sword slashed down with all its might.

Spatial Slash activated!

In an instant, the swarm of insects, the vast expanse of miasma, and the section of space that had been cut off all vanished without a trace.

Alphonse appeared on Grocchi's back as if by teleportation.

"Falbankus! You actually betrayed the Doguru tribe?!" Groki's words were no longer calm, but turned into anger.

From the moment it entered the palace, the demon sword Falbancus concealed its presence so thoroughly that Groki didn't even notice it, treating it as just an ordinary sword.

At this moment, the spatial slash was unleashed and could no longer be concealed.

"Lord Groki, I had no choice but to do this, you can't blame me!" the Demon Sword Falbancus shouted.

Then, Alphonse plunged it deep into Grocchi's back.

The spatial slash erupted once more, and a large chunk of Groki's body was instantly emptied.

This was completely different from Falbunkus's explanation, which made Grocchi so angry that he roared repeatedly, and swarms of insects spewed from his tentacles below him densely covered Alphonse.

The Demon Sword Falbunkus didn't cause much damage, and Groki was able to recover. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the attacks from Edson and Kasobia head-on. But Falbunkus's betrayal enraged him completely.

"This is really not my fault," the Demon Sword Falbunkus muttered. It understood perfectly well that no matter how angry Groki was, he could not destroy it, but its current master, Alphonse, could devour its intelligence completely and utterly destroy it.

If Groki had been able to kill Alphonse, it would have at most returned to the demon race's camp. But now it stands firmly on Alphonse's side, unleashing a spatial slash with all its might to please its master.

Before the swarm of insects could even reach Alphonse, a massive wave of necromantic energy swept over him like a bolt of lightning.

In an instant, Alphonse noticed something very strange: when the swarm of insects collided with the necromantic energy, it was like flying insects stuck to a flypaper; they darted left and right, but just couldn't fly away.

But he had no time to think about it. With a wave of his hand, the necromantic energy once again condensed into the barrier monarch, Kasobia.

As soon as Kasobia’s massive figure appeared, he swung his sword horizontally, and with a powerful and heavy blow, he instantly severed Groki’s pair of bat wings. Then, he plunged the sword down into Groki’s body.

All the swarm's attacks were launched at Kasobia.

Kasobia's eyes all rolled around, unleashing dense beams of black light to deal with the swarm of insects.

As soon as something pounced on him, he let it tear and erode him. He crouched down, using the greatsword embedded in Groki's body to steady himself, and swung his huge fist to smash Groki.

Alphonse, in a stroke of genius, enveloped his body in necromantic energy, which then merged into Kasobia's calf.

With a thought, a soft "hum" sounded.

A deep, dark vortex appeared out of thin air, and a powerful, domineering black sword aura pierced through Groki's body.

The miasma that Groki relied on for protection could not hinder the invisible sword energy that broke through his body in the slightest.

At this moment, the Demon Sword Falbunkus also realized that something was wrong. If the Demonic Weapon Shadow Blade Greilod were in Groki's hands, Alphonse would surely be subjected to a thousand cuts and a thousand slicings.

However, they couldn't detect any trace of Greiard's presence.

Could it be that this reclusive sage Groki is not the real person? Or was he unable to revive along with the magical artifact Greirod?

But hearing Groki's continuous roars, it didn't forget to add insult to injury, urgently sending a message to Alphonse via telepathy: "Master, Groki is a demonic insect formed from extremely concentrated negative emotions. You can absorb my power, and you can absorb his too! Absorb him!" (End of Chapter)