What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Chapter 111 Fan Xiaoqin is here

At the north gate of the Kingdom of Oreg, two little soldiers, Red and Locke, were yawning and standing guard, holding torches.

Today is their first day at work. As new recruits, their tasks are not what they imagined. It's not about eliminating heretics, maintaining peace, or going to the battlefield to kill enemies... but about quietly keeping watch over this dark wilderness.

"Ha~" Red yawned deeply, feeling utterly bored.

Red was suddenly called out of the barracks. He only knew that something terrible had happened in the country, and that almost all the soldiers in the kingdom were marching in the streets. He wanted to ask his sergeant why, but unfortunately, his sergeant was in a terrible mood and was overwhelmed with all sorts of things. So Red ended up getting slapped three times.

As for Locke, he was also randomly assigned here. If Raymond was a hot-blooded fool, then Locke was a walking corpse who had lost all hope in life. He joined the army because he wanted to escape reality, since his childhood sweetheart had run off with the Marquis and become his concubine in his mansion.

The Kingdom of Oreg has four gates in four directions, or rather... to be precise, three gates and one small gate.

Because the door that Red and Locke are guarding right now is probably smaller than their bedroom door.

Because the North Gate is located in the direction of the tail end of Oregon, and it is backed by mountains, almost no one would use this dilapidated gate to enter the city. In fact, many merchants passing by did not even know that Oregon had a North Gate. It was more like a dog hole for the country than a city gate.

"Hey bro, my name's Raymond, what's yours?"

"Locke".

Normally, soldiers are strictly prohibited from talking to each other while on guard duty, but it was clear that neither of them were law-abiding citizens, as they had been hearing noises coming from inside the city for the past hour.

Everyone is busy right now, and no one has time to care about the two of them.

"Brother Locke," Raymond rubbed his sleepy eyes, "do you even know what happened? Why the hell are they taking to the streets and causing trouble in the middle of the night instead of letting people sleep? Has some heretical cult awakened? Or did the stars predict something again?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and tugged at his chest armor: "You didn't know? The outsider saw what the sacred artifact looked like."

Locke spoke with a deadpan expression and a relaxed tone that made you think a stray dog ​​had died on the street.

Raymond was taken aback at first, then his body trembled and his eyes widened: "Huh!?"

He pointed to his foolish face: "Is it me... is it what I think? The... saintess that everyone's been talking about in the palace?"

"Oh dear, it's a sacred artifact! That thing isn't human at all—hey, hey, what are you doing?" Locke blocked Raymond's outstretched hand. "Why are you gagging me?"

Raymond looked terrified: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! If someone overhears this, it would be a great disrespect! Isn't the King most fond of that saintess?"

"Tch," Locke scoffed, "Everyone's busy catching criminals right now, who has time to worry about us?"

Raymond rolled his suspicious little eyes. Although his mother always told him not to ask questions he shouldn't while in the army, he still took a step towards Locke: "Hey, Locke, I've never understood this before, can you explain it to me?"

He clenched his two fingers together: "Who exactly is that saintess? Someone who could kill you with just a glance?"

Locke chuckled at his expression and shrugged: "Hmph~ You weren't bothered just now, were you?"

Why are you asking me now?

"Tsk... I... I was just curious. Even in our group, I wouldn't dare ask the higher-ups. You know, our group leader has a terrible temper!"

"Hmph, you guys in the First Regiment are lucky. Look at our Second Regiment, tons of people have died. Our former deputy regimental commander was kicked out and is now probably fighting with wild dogs for bones somewhere."

"Oh dear~ that's why I'm asking you to tell me... I'm genuinely curious, what exactly is this 'Holy Maiden' thing?"

Locke gave a vain smile: "Alright... but you have to promise me you'll keep your mouth shut, and don't tell anyone if they ask later."

"Yes! Yes! I'm a tight-lipped person, so you can speak freely, brother!"

Locke cautiously tiptoed, tilting his chin up as he pretended to survey his surroundings: "Listen carefully, from what I overheard... that girl is someone the king is looking for."

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"Made in one go?!"

House took a half-step back tactically: "No, no... wait a minute, Minsk, I'm not kidding you, are you serious?"

Minsk put a finger to his lips: "Tsk! Don't fucking yell! This place is secluded enough, but I don't want my ears filled with noise!"

He bit the soft flesh in his mouth in frustration: "That Cambion... is a complete magic madman. He spends all his time holed up in the palace's bunker, only coming out once or twice a year. That's basically what everyone in the palace thinks. That girl named Annie... is an artificial human he created using some unknown method!"

These words caused Chiaran and Omia to frown, exchanging a knowing glance: "This..."

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When House was chatting with Verette in the carriage earlier, Verette explained some truths about this world to him, something like the physics of another world.

House, being a college student, could barely understand what was being said and could only awkwardly repeat it.

Veret means:

Before the Ankylion calendar was promulgated, Grayvalan defined "magic" as an ancient and mysterious art; simply put, magic was previously called "alchemy."

At that time, people's knowledge of alchemy was still very shallow. Few people knew what alchemy was, and no one studied its origins.

It's like how almost everyone knows that one plus one equals two, but very few people can explain why one plus one equals two.

Taiyi Zhenren, a figure associated with a certain agricultural product, once said:

Equivalent exchange, the unchanging law of alchemy.

This rule also applies to this world. Alchemy does not create elements out of thin air, but rather transforms matter into the elements you want.

Take water, for example.

Alchemy... or rather magic, doesn't conjure up a lump of water out of thin air.

Instead, it manipulates the invisible "magic" in the air, altering its physical form, and then...

It turned into water.

But everything in the world has its own laws, and alchemy is no exception. That law is:

No magic can directly alter the physical state of a living being.

Simply put, magic cannot be applied directly to people.

There is no magic that can directly destroy, alter, or reconstruct human vital signs.

Moreover, this life form specifically refers to humans, or humanoid intelligent beings, excluding plants, fungi, and the like.

But, that sounds weird, right?

That's to be expected, because it's not actually an ironclad rule. If you truly seek the truth, you'll eventually discover that this rule is false; it's merely a layer of moral constraint imposed on alchemy by the world.

Just as people cannot eat each other, close relatives cannot marry, and Western games cannot kill children, this is a consensus in Greyland.

Magic must never be used to modify or cultivate life, and human experiments must never be conducted.

And now it's quite clear... this guy named Cambion, the king's son, married the king's sister.