Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

The reaction of the divine scimitar Erzangus surprised even Alphonse.

I never expected it to be so easy to talk to.

Deep down, Alphonse still preferred the Demon Sword Falbunkus, after all, it was already his weapon.

Therefore, Alphonse was prepared for a conflict with Ozyzancus.

However, Alphonse was caught off guard when Erzangus stopped his tirade simply because of Alphonse's rebuke.

From its words, Alphonse could tell that it considered itself a saint of the Dark Church.

What is the reason for this sainthood?

Alphonse then asked Ozyzangus the question that had been bothering him: "Why do you regard me as a saint of the Dark Church?"

Before Ezizangus could answer, Sharibel replied on his behalf, "Because I have received a revelation from my Lord that the Holy One has descended and is heading towards the City of Peace. That is why I led my tribe to come and support him."

After saying that, Sharibel looked at Alphonse, "But you still need to demonstrate the shadow power you control in order to prove it."

"So, you didn't come here after receiving a message from Sera?" Alphonse asked.

"Our church's settlement is quite far from here. It's impossible to reach the City of Peace in less than three days," Sera interjected. She had also been puzzled by this, but she had indeed seen her brother, Sharibel, and the tribe members.

If it's a divine revelation, then it makes sense.

Sharibel also confirmed this, saying, "I received the message from Sera while I was leading my tribe to the City of Peace."

"Then how do you expect me to demonstrate my shadow power and summon a shadow creature for you to see?" Alphonse asked again.

Aside from this, there doesn't seem to be anything else that's convenient to demonstrate; you can't exactly unleash a body-breaking, formless sword aura.

Don't be ridiculous. The necromantic energy condensed into an invisible sword aura that can be unleashed but not retracted.

"Yes." Sharibel nodded.

While listening to Alphonse and Charibel's conversation, Hernot quickly ordered the people around to disperse, clearing a wide space.

He had seen the shadowy dragon summoned by Alphonse; if there hadn't been a place to go, the people who came to greet him would have been trampled.

With a wave of his hand, Alphonse summoned a gigantic, ferocious Shadow Earth Dragon out of thin air onto the earth.

Just by standing there, the awe-inspiring dragon's might made the dark elves tremble with fear.

Without a trace of doubt, Sharibel prostrated himself, kneeling on one knee before Alphonse, and solemnly bowed, "Sharibel of the Dark Church greets the messenger of God!"

As soon as he knelt, all the dark elves followed suit and knelt down in unison, even Sera, who was nestled beside Alphonse, knelt down as well.

This whole situation left Alphonse completely bewildered. He quickly released a burst of energy to help Sera and Sharibel to their feet, and at the same time, he addressed the group of dark elves who were displaying fanatical expressions, saying loudly, "Get up, all of you."

A radiant light shone on Sharibel's face. "My Lord has given me revelation. For a thousand years, we have lived a difficult life here. The sins we committed have been forgiven by the gods. Holy One, you are the hope for our Dark Church to return to the outside world!"

"Whether I hope it or not is another matter." Alphonse scratched his head. "I'm not sure if I can defeat Cassobia. Besides, I don't believe in your gods. I'm just looking for my way home. But to say there's no connection doesn't seem right. I once dreamed of a tall, dark figure that gave me some strength."

Alphonse still remembered that the dark figure that appeared in his dream had replenished himself with a large amount of necromantic energy using its tentacles.

After much thought, there was only one explanation: the dark figure was none other than the god of the underworld, Oshoon.

Perhaps the ability of necromantic energy to condense into shadow creatures is also due to His gift.

To this day, Alphonse still remembers the mysterious feeling he had when he met her.

Though seemingly so close, yet so far away, His whispers could even cause the space itself to collapse.

I just couldn't understand what He was saying.

"That must be my lord's favor upon you, Holy One. It is my lord's guidance that has awakened our Dark Elf race from ignorance, opened our clouded minds, and enabled us to hold our heads high in this world full of suffering. From now on, we will follow your will," Sharibel said sincerely.

He inexplicably gained a large number of subordinates, led by his own brother-in-law.

The Dark Elf race probably numbers in the thousands, making them a force to be reckoned with.

However, just providing food, clothing, and shelter for this dark elf army back to Coldwind Territory is a huge problem.

The territory of Coldwind Territory is too small; it needs to support an army of several thousand people.

Just thinking about Alphonse gives me a headache. Why does he need so many men? He doesn't want to rebel.

Upon asking Sharibel, they learned that not all of the Dark Elves had come; the elderly, women, and children had remained in the settlement, along with a guard force to prevent attacks from outsiders.

If everyone comes, there will be over ten thousand people.

If all of these are taken back, the finances of Coldwind Territory will definitely run into a deficit.

For the time being, Alphonse couldn't think of a way to settle them, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being and deal with everything after the Kasobia issue was resolved.

The Dark Elves returned to the City of Peace. Hernot had intended to relinquish some of his power, but upon hearing Sharibel's wishes, he was secretly delighted. It was a good thing that the Dark Elves didn't intend to stay in the City of Peace.

Alphonse didn't care how Charibell and Hernot discussed things.

However, having too many people is not necessarily a good thing when challenging the Lord of the Barrier, Kasobia.

According to Charibel, Kasobia is not an opponent that can be defeated by sheer numbers.

Not all believers in the Dark Church received the blessing of the God of the Underworld; most dark elves relied on assassination as their primary means of power.

All they could do was tie down the army of undead from Kasobia for Alphonse.

After a day of rest, the Dark Elves led their large army to the border.

Accompanying them were not only dark elves, but also an elite force composed of various races led by Hernot.

Hernott kept his promise and did his part, but left his two daughters in the city to manage various affairs.

Apart from those who remained, almost the entire half-demon race came out.

It took several days to reach the border, but fortunately we had brought enough supplies and had tents to protect us from the wind and sand at night, so we didn't encounter any problems along the way.

The scene at the Fantalia border deeply impressed Alphonse. (End of Chapter)