In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

"Huh, why have all the monsters become so ferocious lately?"

Gulansta waved his Ice Ghost Longsword in confusion.

"Whoosh~ Boom!"

The evil centipede opposite was split in two, turned into an ice sculpture, fell to the ground and shattered, completely dead.

"Report: Successfully hunted down a Rank B Evil Centipede. Marauder activated successfully... Materials acquired ahead of schedule..."

Gransta ignored the Overlord's prompt in his mind and instead looked with suspicion at the dozen or so evil centipedes that were slowly surrounding him.

"Strange, these monsters didn't run away, and they even dared to surround us?"

Gulansta muttered to himself, "What's going on today?"

"【Ice Thorns】Activated"

Everything around them turned into an ice field of thorns, and the scene instantly transformed into an icy hell, revealing an unusual beauty.

"It seems my magic has increased quite a bit..."

The flames in the eyes of these evil centipedes gradually died down, and the Overlord's voice kept echoing in Gransta's mind.

"I need to go deep into the forest to see what happened. Could it be that incident? I need to confirm it."

Gransta sheathed his Ice Demon Longsword and turned to walk in one direction into the forest. He vaguely remembered that it was a village of the Great Demon Clan when he was hunting monsters before.

Every monster that attacked him along the way became nourishment for the Ice Demon in his hand.

...

The once peaceful Ghost Village.

Now it is shrouded in raging fire and billowing smoke. The iron army of the pig-headed tribe surges in like a tide, their eyes gleaming with greed and madness.

"The elderly, women, and children should all stay home and not come out. The strong demons who are capable of fighting should take up arms to protect the village and follow me to cut down these pig heads."

The villagers of the Great Demon Clan fought back, but faced with the numerous and powerful Orcs, they gradually succumbed to despair.

The pig-headed tribe's attack was merciless; they wielded their weapons with their thick arms, razing the houses and buildings of the Great Ghost Village to the ground.

The screams of the villagers and the roars of the pig-headed tribe intertwined, creating a symphony of destruction.

Although the warriors of the Great Demon Clan were brave, their resistance seemed so powerless in the face of the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Orc Clan.

Moreover, their great demon chieftain was just killed by a pig-headed man and a masked demon.

"Quickly take the young master and princess away! Our clan leader has already died in battle, we cannot..."

"No, I am a warrior of the Great Demon Clan, and I will fight to the last moment alongside my father."

"The rest of you, follow me and kill them!"

The red-haired demon, known as the young master, picked up his flaming greatsword and roared at the remaining members of his clan.

They charged into the pig-headed soldiers, killing them one by one with a single slash, and astonishing flames swept out.

Two large demons, one with black hair and the other with white hair, moved around the young master like ghosts. With a flash, a pig-headed soldier was beheaded and fell to the ground.

"Hey~ Roar!"

"Ah~"

In this moment of despair, the young lord of the Great Demon Clan led the remaining members of his clan in a final resistance.

Their hearts were filled with anger and resentment, but faced with the powerful and numerous pig-headed tribe, the situation began to turn in their favor.

The army of pig-headed people was like a tidal wave, impossible to wipe out completely, and their magical power had dried up.

"Something's wrong with these pig-headed people! We can't hold them off any longer. Young master, you and the princess must leave. You must quickly lead the young masters away while we hold them off."

Just then, a masked demon and a terrifying pig-headed man made their move.

These rebellious demons were mercilessly slaughtered one by one, their blood and flames mingling and spreading throughout every corner of the village.

The pig-headed tribe's army ravaged every inch of the Great Ghost Village, committing indiscriminate slaughter.

"My people..."

The red-haired demon stared at the scene before him in disbelief, his eyes bloodshot and his body trembling uncontrollably.

How could these pig-headed people have such sturdy armor? Why is there such a huge difference in their strength?

"Young master, let's go quickly! You and the princess are the hope of our village!"

"Walk!"

The word seemed to roar out from the depths of his throat, carrying endless grief, indignation, and resolute determination.

The once prosperous village has now become a ruin, a scene of devastation, with the smell of blood permeating the air and broken remains scattered everywhere.

He led the few remaining members of his tribe away, not far, but every step felt incredibly heavy.

"elder brother……"

A large, pink-haired demon supported his older brother, his eyes filled with deep sorrow, as if he had lost all hope.

"Ahem... Young Master, Princess, those wretched pig-headed tribesmen are catching up again."

The young master looked back and saw hundreds of fully armed pig-headed tribesmen wielding sharp weapons, chasing after him menacingly.

Their footsteps pounded the ground with a dull thud, as if the entire ground were trembling.

Fortunately, the masked demon and the lead pig-headed man did not pursue them. This relieved the young master slightly, but also left him feeling powerless.

He glanced at the few remaining members of his clan beside him, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips, especially when his gaze fell upon the deep sorrow in his sister's eyes.

The once mighty Oni clan is now reduced to a handful of members, and they face the crisis of extermination.

"Our magic is almost exhausted. I never imagined that our Great Demon Clan would one day be wiped out by these Pig-Headed Clan."

His eyes were filled with sorrow and deep hatred. If only he could be stronger, if only he could protect his people... But reality was so cruel. He could only watch helplessly as his people fell one by one, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

"We are prepared to make sacrifices!"

"Young Master, please take the princess and leave!"

An old man with white hair and a wrinkled face spoke in a disordered and unstable manner.

His voice trembled, but his tone was resolute.

The other three Oni warriors standing to the side, though bearing wounds of varying degrees, also gazed at their young master with resolute and determined eyes.

"you……"

The young master's throat tightened, and tears welled in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but found his words to be so pale and powerless at this moment.

However, time was of the essence, leaving them no room for hesitation. The four great demons fearlessly charged into the surging ranks of the boar-headed soldiers.

They brandished their weapons and engaged in a final battle with the enemy.

And just then

The surrounding temperature began to drop sharply, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

A blurry figure in a blue robe was slowly approaching the battlefield.

"Brother, look what's that?"

She covered her mouth in shock and pointed in one direction.

The red-haired young master followed the gaze until he saw a tall, slender figure with long blue hair, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.