What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

knock knock knock.

From a distance, the house didn't look that big, but when House got close to the door, he felt like a little person who had entered a fairy tale.

The door is so tall that even if three of them were stacked together, they still couldn't reach the doorbell.

But after knocking for a long time, the door remained closed. It was unclear whether the giant monster inside was asleep or simply hadn't heard them.

So Chiarand activated his super brain and said to House:

"Just bear with it."

"What?"

House was startled by the sudden remark, but the girl was incredibly quick to act. As soon as she gave the warning, she lifted her leg and stomped on House's thigh!

"Don't move around..." Maintaining balance in a wheelchair is difficult. Kiaran held his breath slightly, then suddenly lifted his other leg!

With a thud, she landed shakily on House's lap.

House was very annoyed. Even if I can't feel my legs, he can't just step on them like that!

Then he angrily retorted, "No, this is the solution you came up with—wow~~~"

House was about to complain when the little girl suddenly stepped onto his shoulders.

House's resentment immediately dissipated. It was a pity that Chiara wasn't wearing a skirt, otherwise it would have been a truly spectacular sight.

But she's dressed pretty boldly now.

Two sheer black stockings clung tightly to her thighs, with safety shorts at the waist and an iron-trimmed skirt. Although the safety shorts completely concealed any details...

But just to admire those two long, white legs, as white as porcelain, up close is already a great blessing!

Kiaran's legs were anything but thin; after all, she was a warrior, and slender legs couldn't provide strong lower body power. But they were also anything but fat. How to describe them... her skin was as soft as a newborn baby's, her quadriceps were sculpted with streamlined lines, and the tight stockings accentuated a small tuft of soft flesh, giving her a powerful yet feminine look!

Truly... truly a masterpiece of oral sex!

Such exquisite items, let alone just touching them, even just looking at them or smelling them, are said to promote longevity and improve one's health!

"Hey..." Kiaran on House's head grumbled, "Why do I feel a rather unpleasant gaze..."

"I was afraid you'd fall, so I was watching very carefully," House said righteously.

"..."

Kiaran rolled his eyes and ignored him.

She then drew her greatsword from behind and raised it high, before slamming it down on the doorbell of the giant gate.

With a loud thud like a stomp coming from inside, the door was suddenly pulled open with a bang.

The moment the door opened, a stench reminiscent of a murder scene assaulted his senses. House instantly wore a mask of agony; the smell was just too awful…

Kiarland didn't react much, only frowning slightly before leaping off House's shoulder like a cat.

"Snoring...who is that?"

"It's me, Kiaran."

"oh…"

With a creak, the door was pulled open even wider. Although he had prepared himself, House's heart still trembled when he saw the giant monster.

He greeted the two men in a squatting position, not out of rudeness, but because only by squatting could they barely see his head.

This colossal gate, easily seven or eight meters tall, didn't even reach half his height...

Its fur was a tangled, crimson red, like a lion's mane; its muscles were enormous; it had two crooked tusks like a mammoth in its mouth; and it spewed out puffs of white steam when it opened its mouth. Even when it was still, its enormous size made House's hair stand on end with tension.

...However, the large brass-colored scholar's glasses that Doan wore on his ears made him look much more approachable.

"Come in."

The Kraken turned and made way for House and Kiaran to exchange a glance before going inside.

The interior of the room was nothing special; it seemed to be just an ordinary fisherman's house.

A worn-out bow hung on the wall, smoked fish and a steel fork were piled in the corner, and a kettle on the red brick stove was steaming. The pure wool carpet must have felt very comfortable underfoot... but unfortunately, House couldn't feel it.

However, all of the things mentioned above are basically the same size as House.

Doan didn't entertain the two of them. He yawned and sat back down on the straw bed. He yawned lazily, then slowly picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup of hot water. He picked up the cup, gently blew on the steam rising from the rim, and finally took a small sip.

"This is the first time you've brought someone else here... Did something important happen?"

"The village of Yelo is going to be destroyed."

"puff!!!"

The hot water that Duo'an mentioned poured down on the two of them like rain.

"What...what did you say?!"

Kiaran wiped his face, his lips twitching with anger: "I said, you son of a bitch..."

"Uh! She said Yelo Village is going to be destroyed! The situation is extremely critical!" House quickly chimed in, saving Old Feng, who was on the verge of death.

"What? How is this possible... Pfft cough cough cough... Ouch, it's hot, hot, hot... Holy crap! Ouch!!"

Doan covered his mouth: "Damn it... I bit my tongue... It hurts like hell..."

Then, with a heavy heart, he placed the water glass back on the table and asked anxiously:

"Why is it going to be destroyed? Tell me in detail! Was Neferi caught soliciting prostitutes? Or did Romian get an STD?!"

Looking at the clumsy and foolish giant monster before him, House's earlier fear vanished instantly. He now had only one thought:

"How could someone who almost killed himself while drinking water actually create a legendary weapon...?"

Damn it, making such a grand entrance made me think you were some kind of reclusive master... Well, it seems he really is a 'master'.

But in the end, he turned out to be a goofball...

Kiaran wrung out his shirt and said coldly, "It's a Royal Artifact. The Royal Artifact has been stolen. The Monster Alliance knows now and is heading towards the forest. You can't shirk this responsibility. If they really come, you won't have a good time either."

Doan gritted his teeth: "Ugh... Has it really come to this? Alan, wasn't your Red Lion Style swordsmanship already at the advanced level? Even you can't stop them?"

House glanced at it and thought to himself, "Thanks for mentioning it. Otherwise, I would have completely forgotten about this combat power rating standard."

And he looked at the giant sword on the back of the girl beside him... So Kiaran is a superior?

Can a superior unleash a strike of that caliber?

House believed that if he could take down an elite orc like Rune, he would at least be a mid-level swordsman.

It seems I still have a long way to go...

In response to Doan's nonsense, Kiaran chose to give him a look that said "I'm trash."

"Stop dawdling... I hate all that fussing and indecisiveness."

That look really startled Doan. He shuddered, shrugged, and said, "Ah, okay, okay... I understand. Creating another royal weapon isn't a problem, but... but..."

House was getting impatient: "But this is a mess! Tell me! Can't you be a little more creative with this way of padding the word count?!"

The troll's expression hardened, and it stiffly stood up from the bed. Then it reached up and took a sapphire blue crystal from a cabinet that was as tall as a building, and threw it in front of the two of them.

"What is this thing?" Kiaran asked, frowning.

"Hyperis Crystal, something used to detect magical wavelengths... Let me make a long story short. Something's happened in the forest, and even with a Lord's Relic, you can't do anything about it."

House's facial muscles twitched: "Why?"

"Because the Royal Artifact is just a medium... The current situation is that the very foundation of the barrier—the Elven Mother Tree—is dying."