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

In the courtyard outside the prison, Minsk stood on a high platform, directing the soldiers and guards below, who were scrambling like ants on a hot plate: "Hurry up! Load the plate armor and stuff into the wagons, and forget about the haystacks! Throw them away! Where are the mages? Where are the mages?!"

Someone in the crowd raised their hand and answered him, "Sir! They ran off long ago!"

"Damn it! These bastards have no backbone at all! Hurry up! Hurry up! The last five to finish are left behind! They're in charge of dealing with the prisoners! You hear me!?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was so frightened that they sped up abruptly; this was no longer a drill.

The defeat at the front lines meant that no one would help them resist the allied forces of monsters.

Those damned goblin orc armies, who knows when they'll attack their camp.

When that time comes, everyone here will be chopped up, boiled, and stuffed into the monster's belly!

Dengdengdeng.

Boots clicked as they quickly climbed the wooden steps, and the deputy captain of the gray stone prison ran up to them:

"Sir, the brothers have almost finished packing and can leave in about fifteen minutes."

"Alright, Amon, tell everyone to stay close and absolutely no more trouble. Damn it... those useless soldiers at the front, they lost a battle they could have won! Now that they're back home, that old idiot king who lost his grandmother will definitely take his anger out on us logistics guys again!"

Amon pursed his lips, seemingly finding it difficult to speak for a moment.

Minsk frowned: "Spit it out."

"Yes, sir. As for those prisoners, I suggest we just leave them here and ignore them. Whether we set them on fire or kill them, it will waste a lot of time."

"Why not just lock them up here and let them starve to death?"

Minsk shook his head: "No, I'll only be at ease when they're dead. Besides, what if there really is a hero among these prisoners? This is an order from the Pope."

"Tsk! Sir, do you really think this is possible? These guys are just a bunch of worthless scoundrels, randomly grabbed to make up the numbers. There's even a disabled person in a wheelchair among them!"

"If there were any heroes among these losers, then even sows could mount bulls!"

Minsk's temples bulged with veins as he glared at him fiercely.

Are you questioning my orders?

Startled, Amon stumbled, realizing he had crossed the line. He immediately shut his mouth, refusing to say another word, leaving only one sentence:

"Uh...yes, I spoke out of turn. I'll go find a few people to deal with them now."

.........

"Dude, are you sure you can do this? With this broken spoon?"

"Brother, we've put our lives on your shoulders, we believe in you!"

"Keep it up, bro!"

Meanwhile, in the cell, Lupin was closing one eye, licking his upper lip, and carefully using two broken spoons as wires to poke at the lock on the cell door.

Behind him were prisoners, their hearts pounding with tension.

Just moments ago, when these prisoners felt they had no hope of surviving, this monkey-faced creature appeared out of nowhere.

He told everyone that he could unlock the lock and lead them to escape.

At first, no one believed him, until he pulled out a broken spoon that smelled bad from somewhere and, after poking it left and right, actually managed to pry open the iron lock on the cell's bars.

House was still waiting in the same spot where he had been standing. Ten minutes earlier, Lupin had shared a plan with him.

......

"Brother House, to be honest, I've been to this prison once before, but there was no war then, and it wasn't a concentration camp, just an old detention center."

"At that time, I noticed that there was a section of stone wall in this place where the wind could flow through, and when I pushed it with my hand, loose sand would slide out from the wall. I thought it was probably due to years of disrepair."

"Later, I observed the concentration camp from the outside and found it to be true. That wall was practically a candle in the wind; if we could find an opportunity to smash it down, we could slip out!"

House rubbed his numb leg and said:

"So? You're going to lead these prisoners out of there?"

Lupin shook his head violently: "No way, who the hell cares if these guys live or die? Okay, it's a little embarrassing to say, but actually... I'm a thief."

"Thief?"

"That's right. It may sound a bit shameless, but if I want something, there's nothing I can't steal."

"so?"

"So I could easily pick the locks on both doors in this cell!"

As he spoke, the other person excitedly pulled out two broken spoons, but for some reason, the two iron rods had a strong stench.

House immediately looked uncomfortable upon smelling it; he pinched his nose and pushed the other person's hand away.

"I...I understand...So you want to take this opportunity to release these prisoners, let them go out as bait to buy time, and then the two of us can break down the wall and escape?"

"That's right!"

Lupin snapped his fingers: "I love working with smart people; it's so much better than wasting my breath!"

Frankly speaking, this whole thing is illogical, and House has absolutely no reason to believe him.

It's simply unreasonable for the other party to help them based solely on the fact that both of them were wrongfully imprisoned.

Unfortunately, House had no choice, nor was there any need to question it.

You either believe this monkey face, or you die.

He was faced with two incredibly simple paths.

No matter what, he needs to get out of here alive first, and then...

He touched the purple crystal cluster on his leg.

My illness in my past life was caused by damage to my spinal nerves, which prevented me from standing.

But after arriving in the other world, House could clearly feel every inch of his upper body, and there was nothing wrong with his spine.

Although there is still no sensation in the legs, these two conditions are completely different.

Even if both situations ultimately result in the inability to stand.

But no matter what, paralysis of both legs is better than damage to the spinal nerves.

But House didn't understand what the Magic Crystal Disease was... Could it be that this body had eaten leftovers that rats had gnawed on?

But in the end, this ailment on my leg is definitely not something you can get in the real world, right?

If that's the case, House has reason to believe that there are definitely wondrous substances like magic in this world, and that makes the line of thought clear.

After finding a way to survive, the next step is naturally to find a way to heal my leg.

In his previous life, House had tried countless methods, including traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, surgery to set bones, and even mechanical ascension... but the final result was always the same—despite all his efforts, he could not be cured and was still confined to a wheelchair.

But now that I've been transported to another world, perhaps this illness won't be a terminal one here...

Back to the present, with a crisp click, Lupin gently pushed open the heavy iron door. A quiet corridor, about ten meters long, was bathed in a soft, warm light. Once he crossed this corridor, the world of freedom would arrive.

The prisoners were about to cheer, but Lupin immediately turned around and made a shushing gesture, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The prisoners, eager to escape, nodded and fell silent. Lupin, grinning wickedly, stood up and whispered:

"Brothers, I've opened the door for you, but whether we can break through depends on your skills..."

Seeing this, one of the prisoners grabbed a bucket of water from the corridor and used it as a weapon, saying in a resolute tone:

"Damn it! Let's go all out with these Crusaders! I'll go wherever I want!"

"Yes! It's out! Give me liberty or give me death!"

"Brothers! Unite as one, break out of here! Slaughter them all!"

"Yes! We're going to die anyway, might as well take a gamble..."

pat.

With a soft thud, a torch fell to the ground. Five soldiers who had walked in carrying oil drums and torches were dumbfounded. The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds across the corridor, which was less than ten meters away.

The five men looked at each other.

"No... how... did you guys get out?"

The prisoners stared at each other, looking at each other with wide eyes.

After hesitating for approximately 1.14514 seconds, the lead prisoner suddenly leaned back, opened his throat, and slammed the bucket in his hand down, shouting:

"Whoa who ...

"Kill them! Charge out! I want freedom!"

"Charge! Kill them!"

"Yes! We want freedom!!"

Now, Lupin didn't even need to ignite the emotions; the crowd surged into the narrow corridor like a tidal wave, rushing forward in a frenzy. The unfortunate soldiers were terrified and were caught and beaten to death by the angry prisoners before they could even run away.

—Bang!

Lupin used his agile movements to leap back into the cell, lock the door, and the once crowded cell was now empty except for him and House.

Hearing the roars and shouts of battle coming from outside, House must have already descended into chaos in the courtyard. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"sharp."

Lupin bowed gracefully: "Thank you for the compliment."

Then he pushed House to the loose stone wall, and Lupin smiled slightly:

"Alright, Mr. House... I've kept my promise. Now, where is the blunt weapon you promised me?"

The monkey-faced man squatted down and examined his wheelchair: "Could it be that you're hiding a hammer or some kind of metal tool under this wheelchair?"

House just chuckled, then grabbed his left thigh with both hands and pulled it off firmly with a snap, like a hot plug.

Lupin: "?"

knock knock.

"Isn't this a blunt weapon?"

House smacked his 24K pure crystal thigh, swung his arm, grabbed his ankles with both hands, and slammed it hard against the wall!

boom--!

With a loud crash, the already loose stone wall was instantly dented. Seeing this, House swung his crystal thigh several more times, each strike producing a whooshing sound. The wheelchair under his buttocks creaked and swayed. Under the onslaught of the storm, the already overburdened stone wall finally reached its limit—and then crashed with a loud bang.

The wall collapsed.