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

"Welcome, Lord Kevis!"

"Welcome, Lord Kevis!"

"Welcome, Lord Kevis!"

The demon army shouted in unison, and the sound frightened the villagers so much that they also knelt down on the ground.

What they once regarded as filthy creatures, like ants, have now become beings they dare not even raise their heads to look at.

For no apparent reason, the villagers felt that if they didn't kneel down and chose to continue looking directly at the general, the final result would definitely be that their heads would roll.

"That's... Kevis..." House said through gritted teeth.

Kiaran's face was equally pale: "This is the first time I've ever seen this...this disgusting smell...it makes me want to vomit."

As fellow individuals of superior strength, even from this distance, she could discern from their auras that this guy's power was definitely not to be underestimated...

If I were to fight the other person...

Will it win?

Kiaran couldn't give herself an answer; she even felt she would lose... no, she would definitely lose... and she would lose terribly.

Keeves's gaze swept across the surroundings like a sharp sword from horseback. House quickly pulled Kiaran into the darkness to continue spying. Fortunately, the two were far enough away, and the firelight would have obscured their vision, so Keeves did not notice anything unusual in the distance.

Then he looked away, raised his chin, and asked:

"Humans...do you recognize me?"

The villagers were so frightened that they could barely speak and could only shake their heads one after another.

Keeves didn't get angry either; his tone was so indifferent that it gave the impression that he didn't feel any emotion at all.

However, this feeling is different from Chiaran's dejection. Chiaran is too lazy to think or vent unnecessary emotions, while this monster leader looks down on everyone with an equal gaze.

"So...do you know what you lowly humans are about to face?"

No one dared to speak. At this moment, the only sound around the villagers was a low, gurgling murmur, as they tried their best to control their sobs.

Faced with this "monster emperor," all human courage and wisdom vanished at that moment.

These villagers felt nothing but overwhelming fear and submission.

They were like white rats trapped in a cage, death looming around them like a persistent, thick fog. You could feel it every moment, and you knew perfectly well that this fog would never dissipate...

It will eventually take your life, but you just don't know when it will come...

The monsters around them, their heads bowed, were all laughing, but not aloud; they were all unconsciously raising the corners of their mouths.

This is a symbol of pride...

They revel in this moment, in the moment when humans are terrified of them.

Keeves tugged at the reins: "Not going to talk? Fine, I thought one of you would have the courage to confront me... looks like no one."

Keeves shook his head in disappointment and patted his hands together lightly.

Accompanied by the sound of clapping, two orcs clad in heavy armor, who looked like his trusted men, carried out a disheveled woman with blood on her face.

House, watching from afar, widened his eyes: "That's Neferi...!"

At this moment, she can no longer be associated with the word "leader".

The last glimmer of life and light in the poor mother's eyes was completely swallowed up. She was thrown to the ground like a rotting piece of flesh, her disheveled hair covering half of her face.

Through the gaps in her hair, she could see the villagers' expressions, a mixture of emotions.

They wanted to go up and save their beloved village chief, but they were also afraid that if they acted rashly, they would be torn to pieces by the monsters in front of them.

The fear of death ultimately triumphed over their pity, and even though Neferi was barely clinging to life, not a single person dared to take a single step forward.

Kivis spread his hands: "Now that your leader has arrived, I'll briefly mention two things: has any of you ever seen the [Hero]?"

Before anyone could stammer, he added:

"If you guys still pretend to be mute and don't say anything this time, then you're all useless and should just die."

Staring into Keeves' terrifying eyes, a trembling arm rose high from the crowd:

"No! No! Sir! Sir! We didn't! Never!"

"Yes...yes! We've never seen this before, sir!"

"Yes, sir! We're telling the truth! Never!"

His words caused a huge stir, and more and more people echoed his sentiments. Although they didn't know why he was asking about the hero, everyone began to do their best to distance themselves from him.

Anyway, getting involved with those damned heroes is bound to bring nothing good, that's what the villagers all thought.

Unfortunately... they were wrong; this foolish act will completely plunge them into the abyss.

Kevis has a strong ability to judge people; when the guillotine of death hangs high above their heads, almost no creature will lie.

This is the experience he gained from personally killing thousands upon thousands of lives.

Faced with this noisy swarm of insects, even though he knew they were telling the truth, Keeves' twitching lips revealed the surging anger in his heart.

He desperately wanted these filthy insects to be deceiving him; he desperately wanted it all to end...

But the truth is that the hero isn't in this village, and all that effort was for nothing.

The thought of this made him so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged.

No warning, no reason... it was simply because Lord Kevis needed to vent his anger.

A terrifying black and white flame suddenly burst forth from his palm! It blasted into the crowd!

Several unfortunate villagers were instantly engulfed by the ferocious flames.

The greedy black fire tore through their skin, dried their blood, and scorched their bones...

Before they could even utter a howl, these eerie flames, as if possessing their own consciousness, instantly burned through their tracheas, the very organs through which they made their voices.

Hey, hey, hey.

The crackling sound of the flames burning the air gradually faded away, and the lives of the villagers, whose faces were burned beyond recognition, also came to an end.

With a few muffled thuds, these unfortunate men died on the ground for revealing the truth that displeased the other party.

The horrifying scene nearly made everyone lose control of their bladders, yet still no one dared to utter a sound.

Everyone kept their mouths tightly shut, for who knew that if they made a sound, they might be the next to die?

The heavily armored orc soldier who had just escorted Neferi raised an eyebrow slightly upon seeing this, then tiptoed to Kivis's side and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, let me take the brothers to search again; perhaps we'll find some clues..."

Kivis cracked his knuckles in disgust: "No need, let the goblins search, although I feel it's impossible to find them anyway... Damn it, I was too naive, the hero isn't here either..."

"So, sir, what about these humans now...?"

Keeves lost interest in speaking, kicked his horse's belly, and prepared to leave the area. He gave the order in a perfunctory tone:

"Kill all the soldiers, keep the strong men to do hard labor, keep the women for one night for the brothers to have their fun, and then kill them all."

The orc, sensing the slight anger in Kivis's tone, immediately knelt on one knee:

"I understand...!"

The orc waved his hand and shouted to the goblins in the distance, "Hey! Dwarves, tie up the women and take them to the barracks! Then strip all the men naked and bring them to the wagons. After you've done all that, conduct a thorough search of the entire village and surrounding area. Understand?"

Faced with this completely unfair distribution, the goblins hesitated and looked at each other for a moment.

Although almost everyone was resentful, no one dared to stand up against authority.

After all, they've been going through this for a long time, and it's always been this way. So what if someone harbors resentment? Goblins are such lowly creatures; cowardice is branded into their souls from birth.

Sigh... I wonder when the day will come when Boss Jeeves talks about turning the tables and becoming the masters. The goblins can only wait. After all, what else can they do but wait?

So they nodded as usual, tidied up, and prepared to get to work.

But at that moment, a figure that was not very tall suddenly stood up from the kneeling crowd!

This startled all the monsters around, making them flinch.

You should know that if Chief Kevis is speaking and you are not allowed to stand up, it is a capital offense!

Is this guy out of his mind?!

And that wasn't all. The guy who stood up wasn't afraid at all; he even refuted the orc's words in front of everyone!

"Go do your own thing! Why should we goblins work for a bunch of fat monsters like you?"

These words exploded in everyone's ears like an electromagnetic wave, causing everyone to tremble violently, including Kevis, who had already turned his back in front of him!

The term "fat skin monster" is an absolutely taboo word in orc slang.

This is the ultimate insult! The most humiliating insult imaginable!

That's practically like cursing someone's parents to be run over by a carriage!

And the crucial point is that this was an order just given by Keeves!

A slave goblin not only insulted their orc master, but even dared to openly defy the chieftain's orders! He deserves to die a thousand times over!

Even Kiarland and House, who were watching from a distance, were dumbfounded.

Holy crap, whose general is this? He's incredibly brave!

But when House saw the other person's profile clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank to two black dots...

Its indigo skin, its unusual height for a goblin, the absence of its fangs and claws, and its calm, collected voice...

"Is that...Rudick?!"