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

"Undead?" House's doubts grew. "What the hell are undead? Are they the ones who can link the fire?"

"Are you stupid? They're just immortal people."

"Isn't that Tryndamere?"

Green clicked his tongue, put his hands on his hips, and explained, "It's normal that you don't know. Judging from your appearance, you're probably only in your twenties, right? So you haven't heard of the legends about the immortals."

"More than four hundred years ago, the Undead were the most hated race on the Grayland Continent. Others called us 'Undead Demons,' 'Perverts,' 'Those Who Must Suffer Great Sins,' 'Blasphemers,' and 'Great Impurities.'"

"They just throw whatever words they find offensive at us. Back in Ankylion year 675, there was even a 'hunting undead frenzy' that swept across Grayvalan."

House thought to himself, "If you could sum it up in one word, it would be 'scanning a QR code,' right? Well, it seems Tryndamere really is the Undead King, since the Hail of Blades Barbarian King is indeed strong enough to scan QR codes."

At this point, Green said with utter disgust, "Sigh, but they deserve it. Undead people are just that shameless; they're born to be cursed!"

Then, in a sarcastic tone, he said, "A salute to the cutest, bravest, most passionate, and kindest undead... I like you all."

House looked on with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you an immortal yourself?"

"Oh, I'm really not. I was just an immortal for a few days, but I can't go back to being immortal."

"I'm a survivor..."

However, House didn't pay much attention to the topic of the undead.

He was more concerned about Green himself.

"So, Brother Green, you've been living in seclusion in this cave for so many years just because of this? To hide?"

Green shook his head repeatedly: "That's not true. Those old fogies in the Vatican gave up hunting the Undead a long time ago."

"Because they discovered that even if they captured the immortals, the immortals would still be alive and well until the day they died, so no one cared about us more than a hundred years ago."

"Then what's the point of you staying here...?"

Green plunged the skeletal arm into the campfire, sparks flickering in the darkness. He raised the lit arm as a torch and strode past House.

"To atone for my sins," a heavy breath escaped from the helmet's gaps, "I'm going there right now anyway, do you want to come with me?"

House glanced at Kiarlan, who was still fast asleep.

"How long will it take to atone for my sins?"

"Just ten minutes?"

House lowered his head and pondered for two seconds. Ten minutes, it shouldn't make a difference... House nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

After leaving Green's little house, the torchlight illuminated two paths, one to the left and one to the right.

House looked at the two roads in front of him. He was about to ask whether to go left or right, but after taking a closer look, he found that the right road was blocked.

On that not-so-wide road, there was a thick wall made of dark yellow scales, the shark-tooth-shaped scales alone revealing their extraordinary material.

This wall, so "luxurious" in the cave, must have been built by Green. But what kind of insect inside has a shell that looks like this? House doesn't recall having any idea.

But Green didn't seem to have any intention of answering his questions. He walked straight into the tunnel on the left, with House following behind him.

Upon entering the tunnel, House's hair stood on end, not from fear, but from a physical...cold sensation.

A cold wind blew from the end of the tunnel. Seeing House shivering, Green thoughtfully stood in front of him to lead the way and used his broad body to shield him from the wind.

"Kid, do you know what the 'War of Destroying Gods' is?"

Seemingly to make the journey less boring, Green started chatting with House.

House nodded: "Hmm... I know. It was because of that war that the giants fled here. After fleeing here, they created the Elven Mother Tree in an attempt to protect themselves, but they were betrayed by the trolls and were eventually wiped out by the elves."

"Damn, I was going to repeat the word count for 'water drop' again, so you already knew?"

House thought to himself, "What the hell? Are they all this blatant now...?"

He silently prayed that Green wouldn't suddenly turn around and say something like, "Have you heard the story of the chivalrous knight?" That thing was a real rule-breaking tale; if he said that, he'd immediately write a 300-word essay on the spot.

Green cleared his throat and said, "Well... let's put it this way, kid, do you know why the elves killed the giants?"

"This... I really don't know. Isn't it because they were the ones who started the war, and the elves are on the side of humans?"

Grimm scoffed, "Who said that? In the Third War of Annihilation, the Elves were also the enemy of humanity. In a broader sense, they were even allies with the Giants."

"ha??"

It's not about who's good and who's bad... Oh my god, how can the elves be so evil?

"No... so the elves cosplaying as Uchiha Itachi and getting wiped out by those giants was just because they were itching for a fight? Or because they coveted that elven mother tree?"

Green snapped his fingers: "Congratulations, you're right. That's exactly it."

So, BYD, the guys that the villagers of Yelo Village have been worshipping and admiring every day for so many years are actually a bunch of fanatical warmongers?

"What... what exactly is that Elf Mother Tree?! How could those elves possibly want it?"

The sound of steel boots clattering on the ground inside the tunnel gradually became clearer, indicating that the two were heading towards a more open area.

"Because the elves actually share the same goal as the giants—to escape from the control of the demon Alduin."

Alduin, the Demon God?

"That fabricated god?"

Green was puzzled by House's words: "Fabricated? How could it be fabricated? The name of Alduin, one of the nine great powers and the [Demon God], should be quite well-known, right?"

House's brow furrowed deeply as he unleashed a massive amount of vocabulary he had never heard before.

"The nine major powers...?"

Grimm tilted his helmet to one side, his voice filled with surprise: "Really? Young people these days haven't even heard of the nine great powers?"

"I... come from the far east, and I don't know much about what's happening here."

Green scratched his head in frustration and said:

"What does this have to do with where you came from? The nine great powers represent the nine most powerful fighters in the world today. These guys are all incomprehensibly strong, having reached the pinnacle in their respective fields. There should be records about them all over the world..."

He tapped his helmet again and said, "But I haven't left here for two hundred years, so everyone on it might have changed..."

"However, the top three will definitely still be those three monsters."

As House listened to Green's account, a look of shock spread across his face. He seemed to understand: "So... these people are god-level warriors?"

"That's right, and only by becoming one of the nine great powers can one reach the [God] level."

God.

House felt a chill run down his spine... Had these guys become so powerful that they could call themselves "gods"?

Could the hero I'm going to kill in the future be one of them?

Could he even be stronger than these guys?

"Brother Green... could you tell me exactly who those three monsters you just mentioned are?"

Green didn't hold back either; he seemed quite interested in discussing this kind of debate.

"The third of the nine great powers: [Demon God] Alduin. Legend has it that he has lived for six thousand years and is the ancestor of almost all demons. Many demons regard him as a god. As for what he looks like... I'm sorry, I've never been to the Underworld, so I really don't know."

"The second of the nine great powers: [Feather Goddess] Lian Hilna, we all call her Hilna. The only woman among the nine powers, she lives at the edge of the Cloud Continent, in a mysterious kingdom known as the 'End of the World'—Illicion. It is said that the feathered sword she forged from her own feathers can cut through everything in the world. She has countless nicknames... I won't go into detail."

"Finally, it is the leader of the nine great powers..."

"【Dragon God】Laurence Orsted Galfaria, ugh, I almost bite my tongue every time I pronounce that name, it's so annoying."

Green paused for a moment and said, "Lawrence... tsk, to be honest, I know absolutely nothing about this guy. There are almost no rumors about him, almost no records. Where does he live... I heard he's a wanderer, he goes everywhere. You find that strange too, don't you? Such a mysterious figure, almost a blank slate, is actually the leader of the nine powers."

Green chuckled and said, "But since I can do that, there really is something real on my body that I'm not belittling myself."

As House listened to these descriptions, his expression grew increasingly grim. Just from the descriptions, these guys seemed impossible to defeat even with their full strength...

Besides... Lenya seems to be just a [Demon Lord], right?

So does this "King" actually refer to combat power level?

Damn it, he always thought that a background character like Lenia, who always stayed behind the scenes, would be a top-tier fighter. He never expected her to be only above average!

What the hell are you talking about... Although House had been mentally prepared, the gap in combat power is just too damn huge, isn't it?

Seeing that House's face had inexplicably darkened, Green patted him on the shoulder in confusion and asked:

"Hey, what's wrong? You don't look too good."

After a moment of silence, House slowly raised his hand and pointed at Green to indicate that he was alright. Then he suddenly looked up! A defiant flame ignited in his eyes.

Fuck it, if you're strong, you're strong. A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier. I already have a cheat code, why would I be afraid of you bunch of bastards?

So he regrouped, cleared his mind, stopped overthinking, and realized that what Green had told him was indeed good news.

If you only have a superficial understanding of any information or even no information at all, you might not even recognize a truly powerful figure one day. If you get slapped and wiped out like a lowly soldier, that would be a real disaster.

"I'm fine, I'm fine... Uh, also, I suddenly remembered something. Weren't we talking about why the elves were killing the giants? How did we end up talking about something else entirely?"

These words were startling; Green tapped his forehead.

"Oh my god... it really is," he said awkwardly, scratching his lower back. "Ahahaha, well, sorry about that. Anyway, now you understand how strong Alduin is, right?"

Green raised a finger and said in a low voice, "But, although Alduin is incredibly powerful, he has a fatal flaw: he's just too cruel. He's cruel to others, and even more cruel to his subordinates."

"The vast majority of demons didn't want to work for him and fled, but the final price for them was only one of two things."

"Either they get caught and are torn to pieces, or they escape successfully but never dare to show their faces in public again and can only eke out a living for the rest of their lives."

House thought to himself, "Well, so that old bastard Keeves is so brutal because he's inherited it from his master."

"But—!"

Green spread his arms wide, deliberately drawing out the last syllable of his words in a mysterious manner, "The elven mother tree created by these giants, its barrier—even Alduin couldn't break it."

These words truly shocked House: "Holy crap, really? Is it that amazing?"

"That's right, although I don't know the exact principle behind it, it's just that awesome!"

For some reason, even though this matter seemed to have nothing to do with Green, he couldn't help but hum along.

"In short, that's how it is. In order to secure a utopia for his people that would free them from Alduin's control, King Horthlau of the Elves chose to slaughter and kill their former friends, the giants, until they were wiped out."

"etc!"

House astutely extracted the key phrase: "What the hell? Former friends? They used to be on good terms?"

Green cracked his knuckles: "To be precise, their leaders are close friends; the Elf King Hoslaw and the Giant King Unica are best friends."

"Don't you find it strange?" Green said again, "How could those elves, who are like ants to the giants, defeat giants as tall as mountains?"

Gara.

'Gala————'

House's wheelchair ran over something. He looked down to check, but heard only a hollow echo.

The sudden echo startled House, who then realized... that it had started sometime earlier...

The light from the torch in Green's hand could no longer reach the stone walls of the tunnel.

House looked up sharply and was shocked to find that his surroundings had changed... The narrow tunnel walls had disappeared, and the stone path under his feet was gradually being covered with rough gravel.

He then realized that the tunnel was shaped like a funnel.

The entrance is narrow, but as you walk further in, the surrounding space becomes more and more open and vast.

Now, above him is a towering dome that blends into the darkness, and around him is a desert-like valley!

What made him gasp even more was the discovery at his feet—the thing blocking the wheelchair was a huge white bone, as big as a whale. It looked like the hip bone of some kind of animal, but House couldn't figure out what kind of animal it was. Surely it couldn't be a whale, could it?

He forcefully moved the wheelchair aside and discovered that the bones were still half-buried in the gravel.

And as he turned his wheelchair and looked around... my relaxed heart suddenly tightened!

Beneath this valley covered in yellowish sand, as far as the eye can see, there are countless enormous and strangely shaped giant skeletons!

They lie buried in this sea of ​​sand like sunken ancient warships, with only their menacing spines exposed to frighten passersby.

"It's actually Hoslaw," Green's voice rang out in the empty space. He was already used to everything around him, and even though his iron boots were starting to sink into bone dust and gravel, his steps were still incredibly steady.

"Once, when faced with the elves, Yunica did not choose to cruelly expel them, but generously allowed the elves and giants to live together in this peaceful homeland."

Green's voice suddenly turned somber, filled with suppressed anger: "But Hoslau... he wasn't satisfied. This despicable king secretly made a dirty deal with the trolls and launched a rebellion!"

His armored head turned slightly, as if gazing at the sea of ​​bones: "Unica knew nothing of this conspiracy, because he believed in his best friend until his death. Ironically, Unica was even asleep when Hoslau shot the huge silver crossbow bolt into his heart."

"He was killed by his best friend in his dream."

House's fists clenched: "How could Hosrow be so wicked? Byd's heart is kinder than Obito's, and he's more benevolent than Griffith!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, House felt a jolt in his mind, and a question suddenly popped into his head:

"Hiss...wait a minute, something's not right." He frowned and looked at Green:

"So, does that mean the elves and trolls ultimately won a decisive victory in this rebellion?"

Green nodded heavily on his armored head: "Yes."

"what?"

House was stunned.

He suddenly realized a problem he had been overlooking all along…

"No... since they all won..."

"Why haven't I seen a single living elf or troll yet?"

"Are the forests now filled with humans living there?"

"Hoslaufer went to such lengths, killing his best brother to seize the territory. Surely he couldn't have just given it away like the humans say, could he?"

Green didn't reply, but quietly took two more steps forward, then suddenly stopped.

"We've arrived."

House was taken aback. He pushed his wheelchair forward and saw that the cave suddenly ended, revealing a bottomless dark area. The thick, impenetrable blackness swallowed all light, and looking down, there was only emptiness.

"Wait... where the hell are we? Is this the gates of hell?" House stared blankly at the abyss-like pit.

"This is a place I come to every day," Green replied, his answer still brief.

"Uh... okay, I won't ask why now," House was still more fixated on the previous question. "I'm still more curious about what happened earlier, Brother Green, could you answer that?"

Green still didn't turn around; he made a simple gesture.

He raised his hand and threw down the torch that was still burning the skeletal arm.

The burning flames swirled, tearing through the darkness, and plummeted downwards…

puff.

A dull thud was heard as the crater was much shallower than House had anticipated.

The flames did not fall endlessly; they only fell about ten meters before crashing into the bottom of the pit, stubbornly continuing to burn and dispelling a small patch of darkness.

In the brief moment of light, House was able to see what was buried at the bottom of the pit.

In that instant, he felt his throat tighten suddenly, his body involuntarily held his breath, and his pupils contracted sharply!

What we see before us is not some bottomless abyss, but just a deep pit.

But what was piled up at the bottom of the pit was no ordinary thing—layer upon layer, densely packed, so many that they were impossible to count!

—Those were the skeletons of countless corpses.

House stared intently at the skeletons illuminated by the firelight. The light was dim, but he still managed to catch some...unusual details.

The bones in those skeletal arms were excessively thin and long, and there were many unusual protrusions at the joints... Simply put...

...These are not human skeletons.

"These skeletons..." House's voice was hoarse, "...aren't they human...?"

"That's right," Green finally turned around, his armored helmet visor facing House, completely obscuring his expression, revealing only a deep darkness.

His voice came through the crack, carrying a calm that seemed to have settled:

"They are all elves."

He paused, lifting his helmet slightly as if gazing at the shocked House.

"As for your question... why can't we see any elves in the forest?" Grimm's fingers, encased in his armor, gently tapped the massive crater of bones in front of him.

"That's because neither Hosrow nor those trolls knew... that Unica actually had a close friend."

His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly through the empty valley of bones:

His name is Green.