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

A fierce battle ensued, chaos reigned, and the entire adventurer party was thrown into complete disarray by this madwoman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

But their reaction was quick and their coordination was good; two warriors with shields and axes rushed forward, shouting and cursing, to protect everyone behind them. The mages responsible for ranged attacks did not slack off at all and immediately began to accumulate magic to prepare for a counterattack. The assassins used their mobility to get away from the battlefield as soon as possible to prepare to backstab the enemy who suddenly broke in.

boom! boom! boom!

"Ugh! What kind of strength does this woman have?!" A shield-wielding warrior felt his arm and the steel-embedded wooden shield about to shatter. "How come William's one-handed sword is like a greatsword in her hands?!"

Kiaran doesn't need any special techniques to wield his sword. In everyday battles, simply using the upper stance sword techniques of the Red Lion style is the optimal solution.

With a serious expression, she single-handedly overpowered two men, and those two burly warriors, who could eat three pounds of rye bread in one sitting, were completely unable to fight back, and that was only because they were lucky.

Because of the single-edged design and the fact that a one-handed sword can only be held with one hand, it is destined that it cannot break through the defense of a shield. However, it is said that some highly skilled swordsmen can cut through mountains with just a fruit knife... But in fact, the shield is a natural counter to the blade.

Even if Kiaran were to wield a greatsword, she probably wouldn't be able to break through the sturdy shield, would she?

"Puaaaaaahh ...

However, it is true that Kiaran can directly drive his hard shield into a person's body.

One of the shield-wielding women in the front row suddenly screamed as Kiaran kicked her knee, shattering it, and then spun around and broke her neck.

The other warrior was terrified. He turned around in a panic, shouting, "Hey! You guys, the magic isn't fully charged yet...!?"

The warrior had just put up all his defenses in an attempt to buy the mages behind him a fraction of a second so they could unleash their magic and defeat this damned woman in one fell swoop.

But when he turned around, he found that all of these highly skilled magicians had lost consciousness.

Judging from their charred skin and still-smoking bodies, these guys looked like they'd been struck by lightning.

But the person who was responsible for electrocuting these people made the soldier's eyes widen.

A disabled person pushing a wheelchair...?

House exchanged a knowing glance with him, then with a gentle wave of his hands, the warrior reacted too late. A terrifying, twisting pain shot through his neck, and with a crack, his consciousness left the ground, his body collapsing heavily to the floor.

Kiaran stepped over his corpse, and at that moment, two nimble rabbits darted out from the direction of the carriage. They were the two assassins who had initially left the battlefield!

The two men were consumed by rage as they watched their fallen companions. They leaped high into the air, their snake daggers gleaming with a chilling, poisonous light.

As assassins, their speed was so fast that they were almost just afterimages to be caught; their eyes swept over each other in a single glance—

That arrogant woman with superhuman strength didn't notice them, good!

The madman in the wheelchair who could throw terrifying lightning spears didn't even notice them, good!

call--

Even with their wide and sweeping movements, the two landed without even stirring up a single leaf, making absolutely no sound. Excellent! Those two idiots didn't even have time to react!

Two assassins simultaneously arrived behind Kiaran and House, twisting their wrists and plunging their daggers downwards, aiming straight for the heart—a fatal blow.

"Huh!?"

But suddenly their feet went soft, as if they had stepped into quicksand, and their movements were forced to stop.

I looked down in horror... The withered leaves and mud were churning and sticky, and the ground beneath my feet was bubbling and gurgling.

What's going on?!

The ground was just a moment ago firm and muddy... how did it suddenly turn into a mud pit?!

"Yo."

Unfortunately, the two of them will never get this answer in this lifetime.

A soft call made them look up, and the two people chuckled and greeted them, then—click-click!

Omia, panting, lowered her raised arm. Countless streams of brownish-gray magic slowly slipped from her palm. House raised an eyebrow and came over to inquire, "You almost got hit... Thank goodness for you, Omia. What was that move you just used?"

"Hehe..." Omia wiped the sweat from her forehead, "A combined spell of intermediate earth magic and intermediate water magic, called [Milk]."

Kiaran put one hand on her hip, weighed the one-handed sword in her hand, hesitated briefly, and then turned around and threw it away.

If it weren't a giant sword, your sister Alan wouldn't even bother to glance at it.

To be honest, House thought this group of adventurers was quite powerful, but he didn't expect them to be dealt with so easily. None of them were even injured. The three mages didn't even realize that the lightning spears they threw were wiped out in one shot.

House grinned, "Alan, how did I do this time? I think that lightning spear shot was almost as good as Conqueror's!"

But it was clear that Kiaran didn't think so; her expression was completely calm, even showing a hint of helplessness.

She crouched down and began to search the corpses of the group: "Eight low-level rookies... These guys aren't even as good as those goblins, nothing to be proud of."

House pouted: "Hey... it's normal to show off a little after winning, don't be so rigid..."

"Three! Three sirs!!"

Before the three could exchange another word, the old man who had taken advantage of the chaos to hide behind the carriage staggered out.

He knelt down in front of the three men with a thud, disregarding all pride and dignity, and began frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy:

"I beg you three gentlemen! I beg you three gentlemen, spare our lives! We—wait, what?"

But before the old man could finish speaking, a hand shoved into his face, and House grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the ground.

"Uncle, we're not here to rob you..."

House turned around and exchanged a glance with Omia, who winked at him.

Seeing this, House laughed and said, "We heard your screams and came here specifically to rescue you."

"Save...save us?" The old man glanced back at his carriage, then at the corpses scattered on the ground. After a brief moment of shock, he burst into tears.

"I...I don't know what to say anymore, thank you, sirs! Thank you, sirs! There are still many good people in the world!"

Before anyone could stop talking, the old man started kowtowing frantically again. House quickly pulled him up from the ground, thinking to himself, "Even if I were a Buddha, I wouldn't need to kowtow this many times..."

At that moment, Chiaran slowly walked up behind House's wheelchair. She shook her head in disappointment, and House instantly understood—these adventurers didn't have any coins on them...

Never mind, time is tight and the task is heavy, House put on a stern face and went straight to the point:

"Um, Uncle, please don't cry... My name is House, and here are the rest of us—"

"I! My name is Sambnitokamatov!" The other man answered quickly, almost biting his tongue. "Mr. House! You can just call me Old Sambnitokamatov! In all my years as a caravan trader, this is the first time I've met such kind people! I have no way to repay you! No way to repay you!"

House's smiling face was now contorted with bulging veins... Damn it, you have no way to repay the Bull Demon King?

If you really want to express your gratitude, then at least show some appreciation!

All talk and no action! Show some real results! Give me the money, damn it!

At times like these, it was Miss Chiarand who stepped in. With a nonchalant expression, she pulled House's wheelchair back, then glanced emotionlessly at the carriage behind old Samber:

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm saving your life, give me the money."

Old Sangbo looked bewildered, but he quickly came to his senses.

He swallowed hard, struggled to his feet, and said, "Oh, oh! Just some payment... I can afford it... I can afford it..."

But despite saying he could afford it, Old Sang suddenly and inexplicably stopped moving.

Seeing the anxious expression on the other person's face, House also frowned:

"Uh... what's wrong?"

Old Sangbo stammered, twirling his fingers, "Um, you three... I don't have any money right now, but could I ask you to come with me somewhere? Once we get there, I guarantee I can pay you a very generous reward! A very generous reward!"

Omia walked over from the side at that moment: "Where...are you going?"

"Go..." Old Sangbo replied, wiping the blood from the corner of his eye.

"The Kingdom of Oreg"