The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

And within that body, there was an incredibly terrifying power—the power of a hero, a vast power squeezed out from resisting the erosion of the evil god every moment for 16 years.

After losing the evil god, this power was also soothed by the cursed blood, and now it rests peacefully within the body, awaiting orders.

But she felt no joy whatsoever, only endless regret and pain, a pain that pierced her heart and made it hard for her to breathe.

Although they only spent two days together, he was already the person who cared about him the most in the world.

The teacher is gone, so no one in this world cares about me anymore...

Some things are fleeting, yet unforgettable; they may be reduced to ashes in the face of fate, but they take root and flourish in memory.

"Horse, you must know where the teacher is, right?"

Old Ma nodded, as if in response to her.

"Let's go find the teacher, the teacher will be alright..." That was the only way she could comfort herself.

She knew that the teacher had transferred the evil spirit within her to him, and she understood the pain involved, so she knew even more that the teacher couldn't hold on for long.

We must save the teacher...

……

Total war has begun.

No, or perhaps "massacre" would be a more accurate description.

After the giant hand descended from the sky upon the capital, the entire capital was completely transformed into the Demon King's castle.

Afterwards, all twenty Demon King's Army officers were mobilized. Each of them possessed the strongest power in the world, each had a unique skill, and their fighting spirit and bravery were unmatched.

They could reach the border thousands of kilometers away from the kingdom in the blink of an eye via those large flying ships, and then descend from the sky.

The local guards and nobles were no match for the Demon King's army. They were easily slaughtered by the vicious Demon King's officers, their corpses piled up into mounds of corpses, or impaled from bottom to top with wooden stakes, creating rows of forests of stakes.

The Demon King's army officers are also capricious; they seem to only kill specific groups of people, showing no mercy to those people, whether they are women or children, but showing no interest in other groups.

Even so, each city-state slaughtered at least one-fifth of its population, and this percentage increased the closer it was to the capital.

In the capital, nearly half the population was wiped out in less than a day, with corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers.

Fear, ravages, and actions that seemed to insult the entire world instilled fear and dread in the remaining humankind.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crowing for thousands of miles.

These Greek heroes themselves were mostly famous in their homeland for slaying monsters or participating in wars.

The Age of Gods was not a benevolent place; Typhon's monster offspring roamed everywhere, bandits roamed the land, and wars between city-states were commonplace.

The heroes who manage to rise to prominence in such places all have their hands stained with the blood of countless monsters and the lives of their enemies.

This bloody purge of the demons disguised as humans actually made them feel like they were coming home. It was just killing ten clans of demons, something they were all too familiar with.

They even incorporated the Greek tradition of displaying monster corpses in the form of a mound of heads.

So these Greek heroes put their artistic talents to use, arranging the demon corpses covered in human skin into all sorts of displays before burning them.

This instilled in the local alien natives a sense of terror, as if they were witnessing Khorne's descent and the rampage of demons.

For the first time, they experienced the meaning that the word "Demon King" represented.

The Demon King seemed to think the cleanup wasn't efficient enough, so the next day, the giant hand in the sky descended again and touched the Demon King's finger.

"On the second day, a plague was bestowed!"

……

On this day, Xue used the cursed blood to modify the bacteriophage, turning it into a targeted virus against evil spirits that could spread through the air and eventually throughout the world.

All the demons hiding in human skin were infected, and then the bacteriophages controlled their bodies to secrete special hormones, causing them to actively seek out their own kind.

As a result, more and more evil spirits began to be infected with the plague.

This made it easier for the Demon King's army officers to find the evil spirits, and they grinned as they slaughtered them in droves.

……

Fafnir rode her old horse toward the capital, but all she saw along the way were piles of burning corpses.

Countless refugees were terrified and fled the capital.

She stopped a refugee and asked, "What happened to the capital?"

"Run, run! The Demon King has taken over the capital, the Demon King has taken over the world! The Demon King has gone mad! He's a killing machine now, he's killed so many people, the blood is flowing like a river! Run! If you don't run, you'll be eaten..." the refugee answered frantically.

The princess fell silent; she knew that the "demon king" was her teacher.

That gentle teacher who rescued her from that cage and taught her the language and knowledge of that other world.

Why is this happening...?

She suddenly remembered the scene from that day, in the rain, when the teacher extracted the evil spirit from her body and transferred it into his own.

To bear all the evil in this world for her.

"teacher……"

Her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white.

She couldn't believe that such a gentle teacher, the one who took her to see Ultraman Tiga and played in the rain with her like innocent children, would become like this...

"Teacher, I'm here to save you!" At this moment, her face was incredibly resolute. She had understood her own will and realized her own enlightenment, and the power of a hero within her began to activate.

Chapter 90 The Sword of Victory for the Royal Selection

No matter what, she had to find her teacher, the only person in the world who cared about her, even if it meant beating him to his knees, even if it meant paying the price with her life, she had to save him.

This is her awareness and determination.

"Hey, that's hell ahead! It's not a place you can come to." Outside the capital, a middle-aged man covered in blood leaned against a rock, his face obscured by a straw hat.

"I have something I have to do! Old man, what exactly happened in the city? Where is the Demon King?" Fafnir stopped her horse and asked the suspicious-looking old man.

"The Demon King has gone mad. He's a killing machine. I don't know how many people he's killed—a million? Or ten million? If you go in now, you won't be able to defeat even one of the Demon King's subordinates, no matter how hard you try. What else can you do?" The old man's stern rebuke brought Fafnir back to her senses for a brief moment.

She understood this, but... only she could save her teacher in this world, only she...

"Go to the mountains to the east. There, a sage has brought a holy sword to save the world. Only the one who draws that sword is qualified to face the Demon King and defeat him completely!" After saying this, the old man leaned against the rock and said no more.

Fafnir looked eastward, towards the place where her teacher had taken her for the first time. It was there that they met Grape and that leaky little house.

"Thank you, sir." She bowed in the manner she had seen in tokusatsu dramas, then reined in her horse and left the capital.

A thin warhorse carries a frail girl; in the setting sun, her silhouette is desolate and lonely.

Teacher, if the whole world betrays you, then I will stand behind you and betray the whole world.

The old man looked at the girl's back, and the next moment, his body returned to the appearance of a 12-year-old.

Achilles remained in the capital.

Time is tight and the task is heavy, so only 12 people can stay in the capital to clean up the remaining demons, while the others must rush to other city-states to clean up the mess as quickly as possible.

Similarly, more people want to stay and participate in this epic, rather than be villains in it.

But there's no way around it, there are only a limited number of spots, so let's follow Greek custom and have a duel!

A duel decides everything.

Clearly, Achilles was the victor, while the others perished in the underworld. However, he lived until Homer's time before dying of old age. Centuries of honing his martial skills allowed him to surpass even Hector, and he was now second only to Heracles, who had already become a god.

According to the great sage's standards, Hector is at the initial level of mythology, while Achilles has already reached the intermediate level of mythology.

"The time for the selection of the king has come; it seems our epic will even continue in another world!"

……

Unbeknownst to these twelve Greek heroes, at that very moment, in a city-state on the border of the empire, a Greek hero breached the city gates and roared, "I am Patroclus, the hero who slays the gods! We have come only to wipe out the evil!"

Unlike those heroes who are only focused on the thrill of battle and simply open the map without explanation, he peels back the skin of evil spirits and exposes their true forms.

"We slew the tyrannical God-King and saved the world. Now we return only to sweep across the land and protect a pure land!"

More and more other Greek heroes discovered their close friend's underhanded tactics and began to imitate him.

Making a name for themselves? Not shameful at all. Isn't that what they've been pursuing all their lives? Making a name for themselves in another world? Since they've already lost and can't join the main characters, they might as well find a way to gain some other kind of fame elsewhere.

So, these chosen ones of Khorne began to spread their names and great deeds while killing. They peeled away the skin of the demons to reveal their true forms, and the stories they told left the people of the other world completely bewildered.

Surprisingly, the effect was quite good. Perhaps many years later, their statues will be erected in the city-state.

……

As the sun sets, the golden fields are filled with people.

They gathered around a huge rock, eager to try.

On the boulder, an ordinary-looking longsword was stuck in the ground, as if it could be pulled out at any moment.

However, no matter how many strong men came, they could not pull the sword out even an inch.

Outside the crowd, a boy under a white hood quietly watched all of this. In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves neighed, and the corners of the boy's mouth turned up in a smile.

"Push! Push! Whoever pulls out that sword will lead us to kill the Demon King and become the new king of the world!" Hector, disguised as a passerby, shouted from the crowd.

However, several people stepped forward, but none of them could budge the sword even slightly.

As the sun sets, the sky turns blood red, the wind rustles the weeds in the fields, and everyone waits, waiting for someone to pull out the holy sword and become the new king.

"I'll do it!" The girl stepped forward.

She was thinner than anyone else present, but just by standing there, her presence almost overwhelmed everyone there.

"Where did this little girl come from? This is not a place for you to play house. Get out of here..." Before the burly man could finish speaking, he was too timid to speak when he faced Fafnir.

In the girl's pupils, it was as if a burning dragon was hidden; with just a glance, he lost the courage to continue mocking her.

She walked past everyone and onto the boulder.

The setting sun was like blood, and the evening glow painted the sky red. The golden fields shimmered with a faint halo in the afterglow. A gentle breeze blew through her hair, and the tips of the grass swayed softly, making a rustling sound.

Fafnir slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips touching the cold hilt of the sword.

Everyone held their breath.

As the setting sun pierced through the clouds, the wind seemed to stop breathing above the fields, and everything was eerily quiet, as if the whole world was watching this scene. The girl held the sword in the stone, and her surging will seemed to transform into spiritual pressure, intensifying the gravity around her.