Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

"Is His Majesty inside?" Grocchi asked, looking directly at the woman.

"Hmm." The woman nodded impatiently. "You've come at the wrong time. Just wait for him to summon you. You know, once he enters this room, looking at that photo titled 'Love and Family,' reminiscing about the past, who knows how long he'll stay there."

"Then I'll wait here for a while." Groki didn't dare to disturb them casually. He had tried to enter uninvited before, but was severely injured by Aldebaran in one blow.

The mystery and evil of the demon race are of no use in the face of absolute power.

"I don't care where you want to wait! But don't do it in front of me. The stench you reek of is utterly repulsive!" the woman said rudely, sticking a small spoon into the ice cream in her cup and waving it away like she was shooing away a fly. "Get out of my sight!"

Grocchi laughed instead of getting angry, and said sarcastically, "It's no use that you hate me. You, this legendary hero, will always have to cooperate with us."

The woman immediately narrowed her eyes slightly, and her gaze turned cold and sharp.

Her eyes were actually a pair of golden vertical pupils, burning with rage.

Grocchi's words had touched a raw nerve with her.

"Don't provoke me. Do you want to be wiped out completely?"

The moment its power was revealed, a pressure as heavy as a mountain descended.

Even the air seemed to tremble.

She undoubtedly has that ability!

"The demon race can never be completely eradicated; we will always rise from the chaos," Groki said calmly.

The woman sneered, "But I'm confident that you won't be able to cause trouble in front of me anytime soon!"

Groki knew perfectly well that the woman was telling the truth; for a high-ranking demon like him, recovery was extremely difficult.

The three sages of the demon race were the first to be resurrected; there was nothing that could be done about it.

Compared to the five so-called kings of the demon race who were all brawn and no brains, the three sages who were actually quite intelligent were naturally tasked with taking on the heavy responsibility of initiating the revival of the demon race.

But to this day, he has not regained his peak strength.

If he were at his peak, he could still fight this woman, but now he is far from it.

He didn't come here to argue with this woman.

However, seeing my lifelong enemy reduced to this state, I couldn't help but want to say a few sarcastic remarks to her.

He took a step back, "Please tell His Majesty that I just inspected the arsenal, and the newly formed steel legion is ready to be deployed to the front lines. Please fulfill your promise, Your Majesty!"

The woman simply snorted coldly and offered no reply.

Groki had no choice but to retreat, believing that the woman wouldn't dare to keep it from Yarudibaha.

After all, the conditions offered by the demons were ones that Aldebaran could not refuse.

Behind the door, in the dimly lit palace.

On the wall deep inside, there is a huge photograph that has been magnified many times over.

The photo shows a family of three sitting together harmoniously.

It was by a calm lake, a picturesque scene. The woman was beautiful, smiling gently, holding a lovely little girl with an angelic, sweet face.

Beside her stood a tall, handsome man, his arm gently around her shoulder, a bright and sunny smile on his face.

In front of the photograph stood a man with long, pale white hair like dry straw, wearing a black robe with gold patterns and a strange longsword at his waist.

Its serrated jaw, shaped like a radiating circle, resembled a small sun spreading sunlight.

His face was pressed against the photograph, his large hand gently stroking the faces of the woman and the little girl in the picture.

"Ameda, Clarette, wait for me! I will! I will bring you back to life!"

His voice was extremely hoarse and shrill, as if he were about to lose his voice, filled with endless sorrow.

The noise outside did not attract his attention. This palace was equipped with magic to block out external sounds. He was here to obtain a sense of peace, a tranquility that would allow him to quietly remember his wife and daughter.

But it's time to go out and explore.

The man slowly turned around, and his face was covered by a jet-black mask shaped like an angry lion, completely obscuring his features.

In just over a day, Alphonse, along with Mia and Mahaya, rode on an earth dragon and crossed the mountains, arriving at the former habitat of the Kyrgyz centaur tribe.

Mahaya finally understood that Alphonse didn't need to use her as a mount at all.

This situation made Mahaya feel especially heartbroken.

Having accepted Alphonse as her master, she was mentally prepared to dedicate her body and soul to him.

However, let alone fighting side by side, her strength is now increasingly far behind Alphonse's, almost to the point of being unattainable.

However, Alphonse's willingness to avenge her against the Magram centaurs brought a touch of joy to her bitter heart.

More than half a year later, the habitat of the Kyrgyz centaurs is now overgrown with weeds. If it weren't for the gray-black skeletons and rotten, charred wood that can still be found among the grass, it would be impossible to tell that a centaur tribe once lived here.

Mahaya couldn't help but burst into tears. Although she had already considered the worst-case scenario, how could she not be saddened by this situation?

Before leaving, Mia reached out and patted her on the back. "If you want to cry, just cry. Don't worry, now that we're here, we'll make the Magram tribe pay in blood!"

Having spent a long time in the cold winds, she and Mahaya developed a deep friendship. Seeing her friend's suffering, she felt a surge of sympathy.

Mahaya immediately buried her face in Mia's shoulder and burst into tears.

Alphonse could only wait; when people are extremely sad, it's best to vent their emotions.

After a long while, the crying subsided, and Alphonse comforted her, saying, "Perhaps, Mahaya, not all of your people are dead. Let's go and see the Magram tribe."

Mahaya nodded, her voice choked with emotion, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart.

The Magram tribe, which had a long-standing feud with the Kyrgyz centaurs, was not too far away.

However, when they arrived there riding the earth dragon, they only saw a desolate scene.

It appears to be far more devastating than the situation with the Kyrgyz centaur clan.

The black earth was barren, bearing the marks of fire everywhere.

On the scorched earth, only some ashes remained.

Clearly, a fierce battle once took place here.

Alphonse, Mia, and Mahaya searched around and found a hidden cave.

The cave is fairly spacious, and the inside and outside are similar.

It had been burned by fire, but it left many traces, with many bone fragments scattered in the scorched rock.

Alphonse casually inhaled the aura of death; it was exceptionally dense, suggesting that many centaurs had perished in this cave. (End of Chapter)