Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Alphonse was helpless in the face of the shock he had caused Theon and Caeti.

Exhausted, Alphonse is truly unable to fly on his own.

Besides, it's not convenient to fly with two people on board.

Aside from the Shadow Dragon, which can be used for transportation, the only creatures that can be summoned are shadow creatures transformed from undead that roam the borders of Fantalia.

Those are all consumables; they're not even as fast as Alphonse using his own lightness skill when running, so it's better not to use them.

There is another big guy, but the problem is that when that thing is summoned, it is even more shocking than the Shadow Earth Dragon.

Alphonse leaped onto the back of the Shadow Earth Dragon and, with a thought, made the dragon separate the spines on its back, creating a space for it to lie down.

The Shadow Earth Dragon is ultimately formed from necromantic energy. Although it is like a physical entity, it doesn't feel rough to lie on; it feels like lying on a tight ball of cotton.

Alphonse lay down comfortably and gave the order once again for the Shadow Dragon to follow Theon's mechanical chocobo.

You can't do it without giving prior orders; the Shadow Dragon won't obey anyone else's commands.

After making the arrangements, Alphonse instructed the magic sword Falbunkus, "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up if anything happens."

"Yes, Master!" the demon sword replied, obediently placing itself in the gaps between the thorns.

"Let's go!" Alphonse called out before closing his eyes.

Theon piloted the mechanical chocobo at breakneck speed, feeling genuinely troubled but helpless; Alphonse was far stronger than he had imagined.

The aura emanating from the shadow dragon enslaved by Alphonse alone was enough to secretly frighten him.

Little did they know, this shadow dragon had already been weakened once, and its strength had diminished considerably.

At this point, Theon had no choice but to take out a map from his spatial artifact to check the route back to the Red Forest Party's stronghold.

Although he was a bandit, he was just a poor commoner, and he had never been to this border area near Fantalia before.

In legend, Fantalia is shrouded in a misty barrier that reaches to the heavens, a forbidden land. In biographical tales, this borderland is a place that no race can approach.

But now, the barrier is gone, and a bunch of dark elves and half-demons have come out.

Fortunately, they are people you can communicate with, and they are not as vicious as the legends say.

Moreover, their leader is quite easy to talk to.

Theon had already noticed that the mechanical chocobo had pushed its speed to the limit, but the dark earth dragon following behind caught up in just a few steps.

This speed still seems too slow for it.

"Megumi, help me sense the situation ahead and try to avoid densely populated areas. Taking a longer route is fine," Theon said to the little elf crouching beside his ear.

Megumi, a member of the fairy race, is not strong in combat, but is skilled in illusion magic. However, she has the ability to communicate with various creatures in nature. Although she cannot control fierce magical beasts, she can get help from animals.

They are more than capable of being scouts; they can sense movements in the distance and share a field of vision to know the situation in advance.

This is also a skill that the fairy race relies on for survival.

"I sensed it all along," Megumi replied softly. "Theon, are we really going to cooperate with such terrifying half-demons? They're absolutely horrifying!"

The aura emanating from the shadow dragon closely following behind made Megumi tremble uncontrollably.

"Are there any other options we can come up with? At least they're not as terrible as the legends say," Theon said, trying to comfort her.

"Theon, do you think they can really help me reclaim the throne?" Kayti asked worriedly.

Theon sighed softly, "Relying on them alone is probably not enough. Although they are all strong, there are too few of them. We can only unite all the forces that can be united to fight against Lorolit."

Having experienced a major upheaval, Kaeti, a girl with a strong exterior, has come to rely on herself.

This made Theon somewhat happy.

Theon had fallen in love with her at first sight, which is why he believed everything she said, accepted her offer of service, and followed her back to the palace to meet the king.

I never expected something like this to happen.

Thinking about the future, Theon felt a headache coming on. Helping Kaatee regain the throne was no easy task.

In his mind, the best-case scenario was that he could only capture a few cities and fight against the Lollolith who had overthrown the monarchy.

With his limited knowledge, that was the only way he could think of it.

I just hope the teacher can provide more suggestions and propose better approaches.

"That man doesn't look like a half-demon or a dark elf. He doesn't have horns on his head, and his ears aren't pointed. He looks more like a human," Kaetti muttered.

"Perhaps it's because he hasn't transformed yet. I've read in biographical novels that half-demons have the ability to transform. Maybe when he reveals his true form, he'll show sharp horns and fangs, and maybe even have wings like a bat," Theon guessed.

Kaetti fell silent. She had read far more travelogues and novels than Theon and always felt that trying to win over the half-demons and cooperate with them was not a good thing. But as Theon said, there was no other way.

At the very least, they are a formidable fighting force.

"Hey! Don't you dare talk bad about my master behind my back!"

The voice of the Demon Sword Falbencus drifted from behind.

Alphonse needs to sleep and rest, but it doesn't.

It got bored with no one talking to it.

Theon turned around, gave an awkward laugh, and changed the subject, saying, "You still don't know this sir's name? Is he a leader of the half-demon race?"

Alphonse told him that Sharibel was the leader of the Dark Elves and the Pope of the Dark Church. But Theon could see that all the Dark Elves and half-demons obeyed Alphonse's orders without question, so his status was definitely not low.

"My master's name? Then you'd better listen carefully. My master is the Lord of the North of the Kingdom of Bastian, the King of Shadows, the chosen one of the God of the Underworld, Oshuaon, the Saint of the Dark Church, the Liberator of the Half-Demons, Lord Alphonse Tartarus!" The Demon Sword had heard Alphonse mention this in casual conversation. He was merely the lord of the Frostwind Territory on the northern border of the Kingdom of Bastian, a minor baron.

Alphonse's current strength is not comparable to that of its former master, the King of Turmoil, but with the favor of the God of the Underworld and its young age, its future is limitless.

Humans are a race that excels at creating miracles. Among all races, only the subterranean dwarves are closer to death than humans. However, the talents of humans are incomparable to those of the subterranean dwarves. Although their lifespan is only a few decades, countless strong individuals have emerged from this race, and many have even advanced to the legendary level.

How could the master of Master Falbongkus be an ordinary person!

The hype surrounding the demonic sword was, of course, exaggerated. (End of Chapter)