Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

On the edge of the wasteland, a vast expanse of decaying land can be seen in the distance.

Large swathes of rocks and soil have turned grayish-black.

The cracks were spreading in all directions.

A hazy, gray mist drifted there.

It was faintly visible that there were trees in the fog, or rather, things that resembled trees, all in a dark hue, twisted into bizarre shapes like the claws of a demon.

It was as if thorns had been magnified many times over, with sharp thorns growing from the joints of the branches, first pointing towards the sky, and then bending down.

In the forest, shadowy undead creatures roamed about, and scattered green will-o'-the-wisps drifted among them.

Behind the towering thicket of thorns, a black fog stretched to the sky.

Beneath that wall of mist, even the thicket of thorns seemed so small.

Just looking at him made Alphonse feel a pang of anxiety.

However, they could not discern where the Lord of the Barrier, Casobia at Dusk, was.

It's still quite far away; the scope of spiritual expansion can't reach there yet.

The location we are currently in is still the safe zone that Sharibel mentioned.

If you continue forward and step onto that decaying land, the army of the dead will be drawn in and surround you.

It's as if there's an insurmountable boundary; they won't step into the desert, and the living cannot enter the border.

Fantalia was like a gigantic cage, imprisoning the half-demons in this desert.

With a no-fly zone, there is no way to escape from the air by flying.

"Fantalia is blocked from the outside world by this fog wall." Sharibel raised his hand and pointed to the fog wall. "Those souls are half-demons who once tried to escape Fantalia."

"Where is Kasobia?" Alphonse asked, turning his head.

"It will appear when any living being steps across the border," Sharibel replied. "I will fight it alongside you, Saint!"

Alphonse nodded. Sharibel possessed the divine scimitar and was quite powerful; he could be of some help.

Hernot also brought the Hell Knight, who had been turned into a statue.

King versus king, that's good.

If you come alone, it will be troublesome to deal with the spirits of the dead.

"I can't sense any powerful aura at all, I can only detect a decaying smell. Will Kasobia really appear?" The Demon Sword Falbunkus had already transformed into gauntlets, covering Alphonse's hands, but he still couldn't shake his habit of being talkative, and said.

"It's normal that you can't sense it, you idiot!" the divine scimitar Erzizangus said in a low voice.

"You!" The Demon Sword was rebuked and immediately wanted to retort.

Before it could even utter a curse, Alphonse scolded it, "Stop arguing!"

The Demon Sword could only shut its mouth in frustration.

Erzangus lost interest in Yin and Yang and quietly sensed the aura from afar.

Alphonse could sense that Hernot was extremely nervous. The old fox valued his life and would definitely run away if things went wrong.

Sharibel summoned his shadow creature, a gargoyle-like shadow with bat wings.

Without his order, the dark elves who could summon shadow creatures all summoned their shadow beasts.

They did not simply treat the shadow creatures as summoned beasts to fight alongside them, but rather merged them with themselves.

In an instant, the appearance of the dark elves also became bizarre.

These shadow creatures were somewhat different from those Alphonse created with necromantic energy; their death aura was not particularly strong.

Each person can only control one, but they can strengthen their shadow creature by killing enemies.

Back in the City of Peace, Alphonse had already asked Sharibel about such methods. They had used magic to completely bind a shadow creature to themselves, creating a symbiotic relationship, under divine revelation.

Alphonse didn't use magic to control the shadow creatures at all.

"Sera, you stay at the border for now and don't go too far. As long as you don't rush outwards, Kasobia won't target you," Sharibel instructed, not wanting his sister to be in danger.

He also knew that his sister had been staying with Alphonse these past few days because she wanted to have an heir for him, so that if anything unexpected happened, there would still be someone to rely on.

Sera bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Don't worry, we will definitely defeat Cassobia!" Alphonse laughed, reassuring Sera, "For our child, I will never die!"

For several days, whenever they rested, he would make love passionately with Sera. It was only in the last two days, closer to the border, that she stopped demanding.

Alphonse understood her thoughts; with a major battle imminent, he was giving himself time to conserve his energy.

Whether she's pregnant or not, it's always good to offer her some comfort.

"Be careful." Sera hugged Alphonse again.

"Mmm." Alphonse reached out and put his arm around her, patting her back gently.

"Vitina, take good care of Sera for me. We must not let her venture beyond the border," Sharibel instructed Vitina.

Having learned that Vitina's betrayal was not genuine, Sharibel has reconciled with her and allowed Vitina to return to the Dark Church.

"Okay," Vitina nodded in agreement.

"My lord, let the Hell Knight lead the attack," Hernot interjected, and then began chanting a spell.

In the blink of an eye, the statue that was brought over transformed into the Hell Knight Shukleio, whose body was wreathed in green flames.

"Hernott, how dare you imprison me again without my consent?" As soon as he recovered, Schuller roared angrily at Hernott, while the hellish warhorse beside him spewed eerie green sparks from its nostrils.

Upon hearing Claude's words, Hernot immediately put on a fawning smile, but did not reply.

Previously, he would have had to rely on the Hell Knight to help him kill enemies, and he would have to treat the Hell Knight with deference, not daring to go too far. But now things are different.

"Shut up!" the demonic sword snapped. "Shucleo, go and kill those undead!"

"Yes, Lord Falbencus! I will obey your orders!" Upon seeing the Demon Sword Falbencus, the Hell Knight Schoclay's attitude changed instantly. He responded respectfully, leaped onto his hellish warhorse, brandished his blood-red longsword, and charged out.

"Let's go too!" Alphonse took the lead, closely following Hell Knight Schulao, and flew out.

Sharibel led all the dark elves in a charge.

"Go! Go! Go! Kill them!" Hernot waved his hand and gave the order urgently.

The half-demon troops of the City of Peace charged forward, and Hernot shouted joyfully, but he fell behind.

The moment the Hell Knight stepped onto the border, the undead from the Thorn Jungle swarmed out and surrounded him.

The long years had turned them into gray-black skeletons, but unlike the cannon fodder that necromancers could summon at will, each one was shrouded in an eerie black mist, making them a shocking sight.

But that doesn't mean they can stop the Hell Knights; as the red light flashes, withered bones scatter and fly everywhere.

Alphonse was no slower than the Hell Knight. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Shadow Earth Dragon. In an instant, countless enormous spikes rose from the gray-black earth, shattering countless undead.

Just then, a faint yet deafening voice suddenly rang out from nowhere, "Sinner! Do not leave!"

It was muffled, with hollow echoes and a chilling, goosebump-inducing sound.

As the words were spoken, an enormous figure emerged from the thick fog. (End of Chapter)