Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The hooves of the hellish warhorse pounded down the high platform, and the entire hall was bathed in a greenish glow from the flames.

The Hell Knight, riding his warhorse, stared at the demonic sword floating in mid-air, the two points of emerald green ghost fire in his eyes flickering repeatedly.

It's like blinking.

With a pull of the reins, the warhorse came to a stop.

"Shukleio?" the Demon Sword called out a name.

The Hell Knight stood there, stunned.

Alphonse, who had been on high alert, had relaxed his guard somewhat. The Hell Knight's killing intent was dissipating, and the demon sword seemed to recognize him.

The high priest of the Demon God Cult, Hernot, hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation and impatiently shouted, "Charge! Kill them!"

As if ignoring his command, the Hell Knight dismounted and knelt on one knee facing the demonic sword. "I never expected it to be you, Lord Falbongcus! Hell Knight Schulao extends his sincerest greetings!"

Upon hearing this, Hernot was immediately flustered. The Hell Knight, which he had been holding back, had betrayed him at the last minute. Instead of attacking, it bowed respectfully to the demonic sword.

This Hell Knight was someone he had painstakingly found in the underground ruins, and it was only through the sacrifice of many cultists that he was able to revive before he had completely perished.

Despite being bound by a contract, the disparity in strength meant that he could only sign an equal contract with him. Every time he was ordered to attack, he had to offer sacrifices. It was impossible to make him obedient and compliant.

With him turning against us at the last minute, how can we fight anymore?

This sudden change not only left Hernot heartbroken, but also turned the two priestesses guarding the platform pale, their hearts sinking into a deep chill.

The demonic sword swayed and said to Alphonse, "Master, these are the elite troops of the Third Legion under my former master, the King of Turmoil. They are also my subordinates."

Alphonse nodded noncommittally.

I thought I was going to have to fight this Hell Knight, but I didn't expect that the Demon Sword would take care of me in just a few words.

That saved us some trouble.

This Hell Knight's aura was only slightly inferior to that of the Earth Dragon Fiar. If a real fight broke out, without using the Body-Piercing Invisible Sword Qi, he would have no choice but to summon the Earth Dragon Shadow as well to join forces and kill him.

He actually has great faith in the Demon Sword!

Despite being far more powerful than the Demon Sword at this moment, he showed no intention of resisting and immediately bowed down in worship.

Alphonse was unaware that the hierarchy among demons was extremely strict, and there was no such thing as the inferior overthrowing the superior. It was for this reason that the Hell Knight obeyed the Demon Sword Falbunkus unconditionally.

Hernot didn't understand these things either; apart from this Hell Knight, he had never come into contact with any real demons.

"Shukleio, capture them." Just as the Demon Sword gave the order to the Hell Knights, a sudden change occurred.

The green flames on Hell Knight Schulao suddenly subsided, and the gray-brown rock-like texture of his armor reappeared, as did that of his mount, the Hell Horse.

In the blink of an eye, Schulao and his mount transformed back into statues.

This was the only way Hernot could use the contract to restrain the Hell Knights.

Although the Hell Knight is restricted from harming him due to the contract, there are no restrictions on him attacking anyone other than him.

The Hell Knight has already sided with this unknown and powerful demon, and allowing him to continue his activities would only add another layer of threat.

He shoved the two priestesses aside and shouted urgently, "You two, get out of here!"

He then flipped his hands, and countless small magic circles appeared out of thin air. Black flames appeared in the magic circles, and in each flame was a strange monster with bat wings, which shot towards Alphonse.

Hernot was already resigned to death; once the secrets of the Demon God Cult were exposed, he had no hope of surviving.

However, he still wanted to fight for his two daughters' chance to escape.

Those summoned beasts alone are not enough; they alone cannot stop this demon race!

Hernot's emaciated body swelled up in an instant, tearing his wide robes inch by inch, and he charged toward Alphonse with incredible speed.

Alphonse flicked his pinky finger, and instantly more than a dozen silver sword energies flew out, along with countless sword pellets that were also launched at the same time, creating a loud whooshing sound as they pierced the air.

The swords fly in unison, their curves supple yet their straightness controlled!

Although it is only done with one hand, it is enough to deal with the incoming attacks.

The sword's sharp energy, coiled like a serpent, instantly sliced ​​through the incoming black flames.

But an accident still happened.

A series of deafening explosions rang out.

The black flames that had been shattered exploded!

The violent explosion shook the entire temple.

Flames roared and raged, billowing black smoke billowing outwards.

As soon as Alphonse sensed something was wrong, he raised his protective aura, which enveloped Sera, whom he was carrying on his back, and the little girl he was holding.

An invisible barrier withstood the aftershocks of the explosion, preventing Alphonse and his two companions from getting a single hair on their heads.

The floating magic sword Falbancus no longer needed Alphonse's protection. Its material was exceptionally sturdy, and even the dragons could not destroy it, only seal it away. This explosion could not possibly harm it.

Hernot, who charged forward, was hit by countless sword pellets and was sent flying back.

The explosion only left some burn marks on his body, and he could still bear the pain from the sword pellet hitting him. However, a strange stiffness swept through his entire body. He felt as if his body had turned into stone in an instant, and he could no longer control it. His stiff limbs could not move even a finger.

What horrified him even more was that he also heard the sound of a person falling over.

Rishi and Jung did not escape as he had hoped; they had already collapsed.

Alphonse emerged from the thick smoke and stood before Hernot.

The loud explosion had startled the unconscious little fairy dragon, but she was still somewhat dazed. Upon seeing Hernot lying on the ground, she immediately struggled violently, crying out, "Father! Father!"

Alphonse frowned. The little fairy dragon's father was actually Hernot?

She must have been misled by him.

Too lazy to waste words with the little fairy dragon, he pointed at her forehead again, knocking her unconscious once more.

It's not too late to explain and communicate with her later.

The acupressure technique was ineffective against the little fairy dragon, but it was effective against Hernot and the two priestesses, whose acupressure points were no different from those of humans.

Hernot's swollen body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon, returning to its previous emaciated state.

At this moment, only terror remained on his face. He pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please! All the crimes were committed by me alone. Kill me if you want, even imprison my soul and make me suffer the burning fires of hell forever, it doesn't matter, please release my daughter!" (End of this chapter)