Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Xia held Lin Gui's hand tightly, her palms sweating with nervousness.

She brought her stealth skills to their fullest potential.

She skillfully cast several low-level [Aura Concealment] and [Light Distortion] spells on the two of them.

In the continent of Akara, it is common for warriors to learn some practical auxiliary magic.

Just like mages, it's not surprising that they also train their bodies and learn melee skills.

Her figure appeared and disappeared among the shadows of the trees.

Like a ghost, each step it takes is as light as a feather.

Carefully avoiding the dead branches and leaves on the ground that might make a sound.

They were getting closer and closer to that sleeping behemoth.

The pervasive smell of sulfur and the devilish oppressive aura in the air were almost suffocating.

Shia's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

The terrifying memories of my last encounter with this demon came flooding back like a tidal wave.

The despair of being on the verge of death made her limbs feel weak.

She knew that if she took another step forward, she might break through that invisible boundary and awaken this terrifying legendary demon.

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by fear and hesitate, a hand firmly grabbed her.

She turned her head in surprise and looked at Lin Gui.

To her surprise, Lin Gui's face showed no sign of tension, only an almost indifferent calm.

It was as if what lay before him was not a legendary demon, but merely a stone blocking his way.

"Alright, that's enough."

Lin Gui said softly, his voice unusually calm.

"Next, cast your strongest concealment spell, and then... trust me."

Shea instinctively did as she was told, casting her most treasured elven concealment spell on it.

At the same time, Lin Gui drew his seemingly plain oak staff.

A deep and rapid chanting began.

The incantation was complex and strange, with syllables that were difficult to pronounce.

The flowing magical energy fluctuations were obscure and difficult to understand, completely unlike common magic systems.

In the distance, Lyon, who had been watching them intently, frowned and asked the extraordinary mage beside him in a low voice.

"What kind of spell is he casting? Can you tell?"

The monk focused his mind and sensed for a moment, then a very strange and confused expression appeared on his face.

He opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, as if he were constipated.

"This... the fluctuation is very peculiar... somewhat like the third-ring [Night Spell]."

"But it also incorporates the structure of [Concealment Technique], and... I'm not sure, I've never sensed this form of magical construction before..."

He shook his head helplessly, unable to make a judgment.

Just as Lin Gui's chanting reached a sharp climax and then abruptly stopped.

He turned his head abruptly, his expression more serious than ever before, and quickly said to Shia, whose face had turned pale:

"hold me!"

"What?"

Shea didn't react for a moment.

"Quick! Hold me tight! The tighter the better!"

Lin Gui's tone carried an undeniable urgency.

Although completely baffled, they trusted Lin Gui's eerie calmness.

Shea gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms and tightly hugged Lin Gui's waist, pressing her whole body against him.

He felt the softness of the delicate body in his arms and its slight trembling.

Lin Gui took a deep breath, leaned close to Xia's ear, and said in a very low but clear voice:

"Sia, do you believe me?"

Shea buried her face in his shoulder and nodded vigorously, letting out a trembling sound.

"Um!"

"Okay, hold me tight, don't resist, I'll take you away from this awful place."

After saying that, Lin Gui suddenly raised his staff.

Instead of that obscure incantation, she fluently and swiftly recited another incantation that both Shia and the distant sorcerer were intimately familiar with.

Those are the activation syllables for the [Wind Blade] technique!

"The wind is the blade, tearing through—"

The extraordinary mage in the distance instantly changed his expression, his soul seemed to flee, and he roared in a hoarse voice.

"Oh no! He's gone mad! It's Wind Blade Technique! He's going to attack that demon!!!"

All the knights' faces turned deathly pale in an instant!

Lyon reacted the fastest; in a fit of shock and anger, he no longer cared about anything else.

The dazzling light of battle aura instantly condensed on the sword.

A violent cross-shaped sword aura tore through the air, carrying a destructive aura, and slashed straight towards Lin Gui and Shia's backs!

He wanted to completely crush these two madmen before the wind blades struck the demon!

However, just a split second before the terrifying sword energy was about to touch the two of them—

call out!

A faint, almost negligible, emerald-green wind blade shot out from the tip of the Forest Ghost's staff.

They flew swiftly toward the sleeping Moragos.

Lin Gui is a high-ranking lower-level demon. His wind blade technique is very powerful, but it is nothing to a legendary demon.

It vanished just a few meters away without even touching its body.

But this trivial provocation is enough!

Almost at the same instant the wind blade was unleashed, Lin Gui and Shia's figures were erased as if by an eraser.

Suddenly vanished from the spot without a trace!

Lyon's terrifying, determined sword aura only managed to slash past the afterimages they left behind.

It slammed hard into the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt and grass clippings!

"Roar! Ro ...

The legendary demon, disturbed by magical fluctuations, has awakened!

In the center of the depression, the enormous, twisted body trembled violently.

Countless pained faces clung to the tree trunk, twisting and deforming simultaneously, emitting silent wails.

The largest face suddenly opened its green eyes, filled with endless resentment and anger.

The enormous wooden mouth opened, emitting a piercing shriek that could tear the soul apart!

The terrifying sound waves, mixed with the overwhelming demonic pressure, swept through the entire forest like a tsunami!

The trees shook violently, and leaves flew everywhere.

Leon and all the knights were so shocked by the sudden, terrifying roar that their blood surged, blood flowed from their ears and noses, and they almost collapsed to the ground!

"No--!!!"

Leon let out a desperate and unwilling roar, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the demon's howl.

……

High in the sky, a fierce wind lashed against my cheeks.

Shea clung tightly to Lin Gui, her heart still pounding wildly.

She hadn't even fully recovered from the shocking turn of events that had just occurred.

She looked down.

Lin Gui was manipulating the oak staff, carrying the two of them as they swayed and flew towards the northwest.

This is the location of Golog Ironjaw, the "Iron King" that the scouts had previously pointed out.

"We...we're flying?"

Shia's voice trembled with disbelief.

Levitation magic? And with someone on it? This is simply...

"Hurry! It's not completely safe yet!"

Lin Gui's voice interrupted her shock.

He did his best to maintain the [levitation] technique.

At the same time, the effect of [Night Veil] covers both of them again, making them invisible once more.

Not long after we flew, a huge mine ruin came into view below.

A massive, mountain-like figure composed of countless dark metals and rocks.

He was sitting quietly in the middle of the ruins.

As if it had existed since time immemorial—it was Golog Ironjaw.

Lin Gui's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he removed the [Night Veil], while simultaneously waving his staff.

Another [Wind Blade] was fired, striking precisely the thick rocky back of the Iron King.

It made a soft "snap" sound, without leaving a single white mark.

But that's enough!

"roar?!"

The disturbed cast-iron king let out a deep, puzzled growl, and its massive body twitched slightly.

Almost at the same time as the wind blade was launched.

A flying demon that happened to be patrolling the area spotted Lin Gui and his companion appearing in the air and swooped down with a shriek!

Lin Gui didn't even glance at the flying demon; he simply covered himself again with the [Night Veil].

He maneuvered his staff with a sudden downward swerve, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Then the altitude is increased again.

The Iron King, having left the bewildered flying demon behind, began to slowly turn its body.

He adjusted his direction, increased his speed to the limit, and flew back the way he came without looking back.

The direction of the distant forest depression behind us.

The furious roar of Moragus and the desperate cries of the Knights of Lyon could be faintly heard.

Eventually, it was gradually swallowed up by the howling wind.