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

“Yes, teacher.” Fafnir watched as her young teacher began to chant a spell. Light rose, and the boar’s carcass began to burn.

She looked up at the sky and sighed. She had disappointed her teacher again. In actual combat, many of the martial arts techniques the knights had taught her were useless, and her teacher had to finish them off.

“Fafner,” the little mage continued.

“Here!” Wang stood up straight, looking like a primary school student receiving criticism.

"Remember, when you encounter the Demon King, unleash all your power in an instant and destroy his heart without hesitation," the little mage continued solemnly.

"Yes! I will definitely not let the teacher down." Wang Nu immediately stood at attention, imitating the TPC members in tokusatsu dramas being reprimanded by their superiors.

The little mage reached out and patted her head. Fafnir blushed slightly and shrank back a little, then remembered something and leaned her head closer, smiling as she let her teacher pat her head.

"Did it hurt? I'll heal you when we get back." After saying that, the little mage withdrew his hand and mounted his warhorse.

"Hehehe..." The princess felt that she was still not satisfied. Her face was slightly red and her breathing was a little rapid. When she saw the little mage preparing to ride away, she quickly followed and asked questions like a little sparrow.

"Teacher, what kind of clothes do you like?"

"White."

"Teacher, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Shut up."

"Teacher, do you think I look good like this?"

"It doesn't look good."

"Teacher...teacher..."

"It's noisy."

"Hey hey hey..."

The silhouettes of the two men and two horses stretched westward step by step.

……

War, plague, and famine ravaged the entire continent.

As if foretold by the apocalypse, piles of corpses were dragged out of the city on carts and burned in the fire.

The scene resembled the end of the world. Flocks of crows circled in the sky, and corpses littered the cities and villages. All creatures associated with evil began to be infected with the plague, fell into endless hunger, began to plunder food, and were then killed.

Such scenes are playing out in every region of the mainland.

What percentage of the continent's population remains? Half? Thirty percent?

No one can keep a detailed count anymore. Even though the bodies were burned in the fire, the remains were thrown into the great river of the empire. The river, which was several kilometers wide and more than 5,000 kilometers long, was blocked by the remains of the bodies.

And today is the last vow.

Thus, the four calamities of the Apocalypse descended, and the prelude to the end times began.

Fafnir held the Holy Sword in her hand, with the other 12 knights and sages standing behind her.

Only a few dozen attendants accompanied them into the capital. These were all respectable men from the capital with a certain background, but on the battlefield, their role was limited to helping carry things.

Above the capital, the great halo was fully formed, symbolizing that the natural disasters of war, plague, and famine were all in place, forming an unparalleled triangular structure in the ceremony.

On this continent, even from thousands of kilometers away, the shape of this great halo can be clearly seen. It stands above the capital, sacred and majestic, like an ancient god finally bringing down a world-destroying calamity.

This group of people was willing to stake their last hope on killing the rebel against the god.

Fafnir dismounted and went up to the high platform, bowing her head slightly.

The sage then took out a crown from within his wide mage robes. It was King Kaia's crown, made of pure gold and inlaid with magnificent gems.

The sage placed the crown above the girl's head, as if checking whether it fit her size.

Then, a flash of light appeared, and the crown, now smaller, was placed on her head.

"You will surely be crowned king, and then, in the confrontation with the Demon King, you will use all your strength to kill him in one fell swoop!" the sage said, uttering his prophecy.

The princess bowed to the sage like a student and, under everyone's watchful eyes, said, "Teacher, if I successfully defeat the Demon King, would you be willing to grant me a small request?"

Chapter 95 Beloved Sword of Victory

"Okay!" The little mage agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.

A sly smile crept into Fafnir's eyes.

Plans are in place!

As the horns sounded, the people lined up in two rows and cheered enthusiastically for the knights' departure. Their king would lead 12 knights and sages to defeat the demon king and return in triumph.

As I walked out of the farm and gazed towards the distant capital, the city walls were completely soaked in blood and turned black. They were covered with vines and morning glories, and the plants grew even more luxuriantly under the nourishment of the blood.

Banners fluttered in the wind as the people watched the knights depart for war.

In the setting sun, Fafnir, riding her old, thin horse, was at the forefront. She looked towards the capital, at the great halo in the sky that seemed like a miracle, and at the piles of corpses outside the city.

Far from feeling fear or cowardice, she was eager to try, and even her beloved holy sword at her waist seemed to sense her feelings, responding with unparalleled power.

She will end all of this, and then marry her teacher as her queen!

This was the small request she wanted to make.

Teacher, you've been completely outmaneuvered by me!

She could already feel that expectation and love, so she responded to that expectation and love, and did better and better.

Teacher, I will follow your instructions and unleash my strongest attack the moment I face the Demon King.

The lean horse, disappearing into the setting sun, led the procession. The light shone on its armor, reflecting glittering points of light. Banners soared through the air, and the heavy hooves of iron hooves stirred up dust. People watched as the riders' silhouettes stretched westward step by step.

"Let's go!" Fafnir drew her longsword, her voice like a war drum, and the knights spurred their horses forward.

The Demon King's Expeditionary Force is advancing towards the royal capital!

……

As the horns sounded, the knights, like untamed beasts, charged forward, launching a fierce attack on the Demon King's castle.

The sounds of horses' hooves, clashing metal, and soldiers' shouts mingled together, like a battle song.

Fafnir charged ahead at the forefront, her armored horse Grape seemingly unleashing its dragon blood. The horse opened its golden eyes, as if hiding a lion, and the holy sword in the young knight's hand erupted with unparalleled light.

The Demon King's army officers were scattered, and the 12 knights were unstoppable, each one holding off several Demon King's army officers.

Spears clashed with shields, blood and sweat mingled.

"Charge! Charge!" Fafnir raised the banner high in one hand and gripped the holy sword in the other. At this moment, she was like the symbol of the goddess who leads freedom, charging at the forefront towards the impregnable city gate.

"Teacher, please watch closely! This is the result of my cultivation!" A smile appeared on her lips, and her beloved holy sword suddenly shone brightly.

"This is called, Beloved Sword of Victory!"

A vertical guillotine blade was unleashed with a slash from the holy sword.

The vertical guillotine sliced ​​the entire city gate open, leaving a smooth and clean cut. She charged into the gate first, and this gate, which had never been breached since the capital was built, collapsed with a deafening roar.

The city walls trembled under the knights' attack, stones crumbled, and dust flew everywhere.

They surged forward like an unstoppable tide, the setting sun shining through the clouds and casting a golden glow on their armor, as if a harbinger of victory.

"I am Aeneas, the third officer of the Demon King's army. This road is closed!" A burly man in golden armor blocked the path of the charging knights, and then, the spear in his hand exploded like a cannonball, creating a sonic boom.

Fafnir used the riding skills Heracles had taught her to dodge quickly, but the banner in her hand was struck and broke on the ground.

The horses' hooves trampled the banners, creating a magnificent scene. She knew that losing the banners was a crisis akin to losing her commander. She immediately prepared herself, and the holy sword in her hand shone brightly, shining like another sun even in the setting sun.

"Charge with me!"

Her roar echoed in every corner of the battlefield.

"Light Imprisonment." In the back row, the little mage began to chant a spell. In an instant, Aeneas, who was poised to strike, was imprisoned in place by countless chains of light. Even as he kept twisting the ropes, more chains came crashing down on him.

“Teacher!” Fafnir shouted.

"Charge towards the Demon King! I'm on my way!" the little mage said. "And make sure to finish off the Demon King with the most powerful blow!"

"Yes!" The princess nodded heavily and continued her charge towards the Demon King's palace.

The horses trampled the capital, and the entire earth seemed to tremble. Blood stained the paving stones of this city that once housed millions of people black. Nine out of ten houses were empty, and corpses that had not yet been dealt with were everywhere.

The knights marched toward the palace, all gripping their lances tightly and remaining silent.

"what is that!"

Someone looked in the direction of the palace and exclaimed in surprise.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder rumbled faintly, as if it were a sign of divine wrath. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the clouds, and a giant hand descended from the sky, piercing through the clouds, like a god descending to earth.

This was the closest Fafnir had ever seen this miracle, and she spurred her horse on even faster!

She had already seen the Demon King's figure.

And she is going to kill the Demon King!

The Demon King stood atop the majestic palace, his body tall and imposing, his black robe fluttering in the wind. His fingertips met the giant hand in the sky, forming a dazzling beam of light that pierced the heavens.

The two forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar, and the Hand of the Sky emitted a holy light, piercing through the sky.

"On the fourth day, death is granted!"

"The four-day oath has been made: war, plague, famine, death... With this oath, we lay the foundation of our Eden!"

All over the world, countless people and animals instantly turned to dust. They struggled, they wailed, they cried and screamed, and then they turned to ashes with the wind.

Vultures soared through the jungle, eagerly devouring the rotting carcass.

The vow to destroy the world has been made, and the Demon King will descend upon the world in his strongest form.

Fafnir gritted her teeth and turned to look behind her. Behind her were the twelve knights, her willing followers, and her teacher who had always been her support.

"Teacher, I will keep our promise!" Seeing the figure in the white robe behind her, she reaffirmed her resolve.

Slay the Demon King, marry your teacher, and then lead the entire kingdom to prosperity and greatness once again.

Teacher... wait for me!

As the sun set, the girl laughed, a laugh that was utterly unrestrained and wildly arrogant.

The power of the beloved Holy Sword is still increasing wildly, rapidly!