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

The massive spiked club came crashing down, instantly turning two villagers wielding spears into a bloody pulp.

A sharp, small hand axe cleaved open the collarbone, and the armored guard was also surrounded and hacked to death by several lewd goblins.

Those who attempt to escape will have their hearts pierced by crossbow bolts fired from a distance.

Those who attempt to fight have absolutely no chance of winning.

The entire village was in utter chaos, and at the crucial moment, their former leader, Neferi, had vanished without a trace...

Okay, does it really matter whether there's a leader or not?

Thinking about it, it doesn't really matter anymore... As long as these monsters sweep across the land, countless villagers who once took root and flourished here will be forever buried in the earth.

"Eeya!"

Amidst the fire and chaos, a fleeing girl trips over a fallen wooden stake, and behind her, a group of grinning goblins approach with hand axes.

They murmured incoherently, their expressions utterly lewd.

The girl was so frightened she could barely speak, as the goblins reached out their claws to touch her... Overwhelmed by fear, she could only force herself to close her eyes tightly—

puff!puff!puff!

The sound of bones and flesh being forcibly crushed and stuck together nearly made the girl faint...

But when she opened her eyes again, she miraculously found that she was still perfectly fine.

House wiped the blood splattered on his face and pulled the girl behind him up:

"Can you still walk?"

"able..."

"Okay...listen, if you want to live, you have to be strong now...no matter how scared you are, understand?"

The girl nodded, sobbing, as she tried her best to suppress her fear.

House nodded, pointing to the dark alleyway behind the girl and saying:

"You know that church in your village, right? It's safe there! Now go there, and remember, whatever you do, don't take the main road! Whatever you do! Go where there's no light! Do you hear me!?"

The girl nodded frantically. House forced a wry smile, patted her shoulder, and watched her turn and run away.

He saved another one... he thought.

"No! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

House gritted his teeth and turned around to look. The men and women still alive in the village had chosen to take up arms and fight to the death.

They huddled together in the square, putting up a final, desperate struggle against the monsters.

Unfortunately, they are the ones who are trapped.

Moreover, these monsters are not stupid at all; they did not waste any manpower on these people who were trying to fight to the death.

They only selected a small contingent of troops to deal with the situation, while the rest of the main force continued to plunder and hunt down the villagers.

About twenty minutes ago... House realized that the pharmacy was not safe at all.

These allied forces would eventually attack this place, so he secretly let Omia slip away through the back door and directed her to hide in the church where Rudik was.

The reasoning is simple: firstly, the location is remote, and secondly, it looks so dilapidated that House thinks the monsters will assume the house is abandoned and give up their pursuit.

He himself had been teetering on the edge of the battlefield since the very beginning, doing his utmost to save as many people as possible.

But touching the fresh slash wound on his right shoulder, House's expression wasn't pleasant either...

These guys are really strong... I'm not trying to downplay my own strength by exaggerating others' abilities; these monsters aren't the mere mowing-down soldiers from Dynasty Warriors...

If it were just goblins, they wouldn't pose a threat at all; House could easily wipe them out.

What's disgusting is that the composition of these monster alliances is quite sophisticated...

These bastards advance in formation, with twenty to thirty goblins alongside each orc. Once these damned green-skinned dwarves are commanded by the generally highly intelligent orcs, their fighting power increases exponentially.

He had discovered this before: although goblins are creatures that have almost no redeeming qualities, they do have one admirable trait.

That is, they truly obey commands; if you tell me to do one, I will absolutely not do two. It's unclear whether this instinct stems from their innate timidity or their deep-seated submission to the beastmen.

But the final result... is the overwhelming combat power of this monster alliance.

I barely managed to kill one squad by frantically wiping out my lightning spears.

House has already lost most of his strength, but seeing wave after wave of monsters pressing in from afar...

Damn it, the dozens of monsters I just managed to kill with all my might were nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to this overwhelming army.

...Although he was very reluctant to think this way, this time the voice in House's heart was extremely firm.

He can't win.

No schemes, no magic touches, no clever ideas—you can't count on any of them!

The only way out left for him was to escape...

We must do everything we can to escape; only by escaping can we survive and save our lives.

"Gurgle—!"

"!!"

Just then, a sudden scream rang out from behind him, and House's heart skipped a beat!

Oh no... I've made a huge mistake!

In the midst of such a chaotic battlefield, I was actually stunned!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bone-colored axe coming straight at his head!

But just as he was about to duck and hide, he heard an even stronger gust of wind blowing from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the bone axe flew straight into the sky.

The goblin wielding the axe was instantly cleaved in two, cleanly and neatly cut in two.

The girl, now wearing a black leather hunter's hat with a "V" logo, suddenly appeared from the dark alleyway beside her.

"Alan!!" House turned his wheelchair around, his expression excited. "Holy crap, I thought something had happened to you! I'm so glad you're alright!"

He looked behind Kiaran, where the outlines of countless severed limbs and dismembered bodies vaguely appeared in the dark alley; she must have fought her way here as well...

Seeing House brought Kiarland a sense of comfort, but she didn't show it.

Even when the situation was at its worst, she tried her best to remain calm:

"Ugh, this is terrible news... This is the worst-case scenario."

She frowned and looked into the distance.

For some unknown reason, the monsters in the village suddenly stopped their raiding.

They turned around one by one and began to gradually converge on the group of men and women who were fighting desperately in the center of the village.

Kiaran narrowed her eyes, her voice tinged with annoyance: "These guys came by canal, by boat... so much earlier than I expected. I didn't realize they had a waterworks unit..."

The screams of the crowd gradually faded away as the monsters gathered.

And since the two were located quite far away, no other monsters noticed them.

The two then seized the opportunity and hid behind an overturned carriage to observe.

House stared at the commotion in the center of the square, puzzled by this unusual scene.

"Something seems off... Why are all these monsters gathered there?"

Kiaran ignored this, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her sword, her tone filled with violence:

"About what you asked me before... I can answer you now, do you want to hear it?"

"...?"

House turned his head slightly, both surprised and stunned: "No... what?"

"And do we really have to say this now...? Our primary goal right now should be figuring out how to escape, right? I feel really bad for these villagers... but there's nothing we can do... we can't beat these guys!"

Kiaran seemed confident about something, and despite the surrounding mountains of corpses, seas of blood, burned-out houses, and collapsed beams, the young girl managed a bitter smile.

"No... there won't be any fighting for now, but this peace won't last long. You're right... surviving is the most important thing."

But the next second, Kiaran changed the subject: "But... I just witnessed it with my own eyes."

House was completely bewildered: "So what the hell are you rambling on about???"

"Tsk..." Chiaran glared at House. "Are you an idiot? You asked me before who I thought stole that royal artifact, have you forgotten?"

House's eyes lit up again: "What? You just saw the killer!?"

"Hmm... I saw that guy desperately run out of the chapel through the back door and then plunge into the woods."

"Who...who is it?" House asked nervously.

Kiaran exhaled a deep breath of cold air, his tone filled with such hatred that he seemed to wish he could tear that guy to pieces.

"A guy I never even considered is Neferi's son... Treto."

"What—huh?"

House was startled; this answer was completely unexpected.

He even suspected that Neferi had staged the theft herself...

But the result... turned out to be that little boy?

But more than anger, he wanted to ask why.

He just can't understand it!

Why would Neferi's son do this?

But just then, before House could think of the next step...

All the monster alliance gathered in the square.

As a high-pitched horn blast accompanied by flames soaring into the sky, the killing ceased, the roars stopped, and the monsters that had been so violent and frenzied just a moment ago all fell silent in an instant.

The next second... a series of thumping sounds, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, filled the air as the monsters began to kneel down one after another!

The villagers, surrounded by the monsters, turned pale with fright, wondering what had suddenly driven these monsters mad.

But of course, these demons weren't kneeling before them...

Looking towards the direction of the monsters' knees, at the village gate, a scarlet military flag was fluttering in the wind.

A crimson giant horse, standing four meters tall at the shoulder and clad in layers of dragon-patterned armor, emerged slowly from the boundless darkness, its nostrils spewing out a trail of white vapor.

The horses' hooves pounded the ground, crushing withered branches and fallen leaves beneath their feet, and the sound of their hooves striking the ground was like the booming of war drums.

The sheer presence of the man was enough to make all the villagers' knees buckle and almost collapse to their knees.

And this powerful demonic horse was merely a mount... Bathed in the brilliant moonlight, the man on horseback planted the long banner in his hand into the ground.

With just a slight tightening of the legs, the giant horse came to a stop.

A deep, jet-black steel helmet, two cat-like vertical pupils, and unimaginably luxurious armor covering his entire body—most importantly, his face...

That wasn't a goblin at all... it was a human face! Except the skin was indigo!

There was no need for introductions; House's vigilance spiked the moment he saw the other person.

He bit his pale lower lip and pronounced the name slowly and deliberately:

"Ki...Vi...S..."