A few days later.

The Holy Light Knights faced the Demon Tide head-on.

Initially, everyone thought the Demon Tide would be forced back.

But the final result was that the Holy Knight was no match for the Tier Seven Flame Lion King.

With the defeat of the Holy Light Knights and the noble coalition army, the Flame King lost the entire Western Territory and was forced to retreat to the Royal Capital.

This sent the hearts of the common people plummeting to the depths.

The Flame Lion King, leading the Beast Army, had already arrived in front of the Royal Capital.

On the city walls of the Royal Capital, soldiers nervously arranged the defenses.

The common people were evacuated to relatively safe areas within the city, but the fear and despair on their faces were unmistakable.

The Flame Lion King's body appeared especially massive among the Beast Army, its mane like burning flames, with eyes flashing deep and mysterious light.

Each of its roars made the earth tremble, as if even the air was set ablaze.

The defeat of the Holy Light Knights and the noble coalition army severely impacted the morale of the Royal Capital, but brave knights continued to hold the walls, knowing this was the last line of defense; for their homes and people, they had to fight to the very end.

As the Beast Army approached, the air in the Royal Capital was filled with tension and fear.

The archers directed their arrows at the Flame Lion King, waiting only for the command.

And the common people below the city walls, though afraid, some took up arms, ready to fight to protect their homes if necessary.

The Flame King stood at the highest point of the city wall, his eyes filled with both anger and determination, knowing this battle concerned not just the future of his Kingdom.

He drew his sword, raising it towards the sky, issuing the command to fight.

As the King's sword descended, the battle horn sounded, thus commencing the final battle between humans and beasts.

Yet what followed was another great battle, where the Flame King relied on the Flame Barrier to resist, but was still unable to stop the Tier Seven Flame Lion King.

The Flame King's face showed despair, but just as he was about to give up, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Flame King, would you like to make a bargain with a Wizard?"

This voice appeared very abruptly.

The Flame King sharply turned his head, searching for the source of the voice.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, the voice stood out clearly, yet elusively.

His gaze swept over the soldiers on the wall, then fell on a shadowy corner, where a figure in a wizard's robe stood.

This figure just stood there, yet it seemed everyone around was unable to notice its existence, even the Holy Knights and the Holy Light Archbishop.

"Are you a Wizard?"

The Flame King's heart chilled, recalling the strangeness associated with Wizards.

He warily inquired, gripping his sword tightly, prepared for any threat.

"That's right, I am a Wizard."

David opened his mouth slowly, "The important thing is that I can provide you with the assistance you need."

"Your Kingdom is in peril, and I have a way to help you turn the tide."

The Flame King paused, squinting his eyes, trying to see the person's face clearly, but the shadows always seemed to follow him, preventing recognition.

"What do you want in exchange?"

The Flame King cautiously asked, knowing every bargain has a price.

"I need only one thing from you."

David replied, his voice carrying a mysterious smile.

"Something that might not be important to you but is invaluable to me."

The Flame King's heart filled with doubt, but he knew the situation left no room for hesitation: "Tell me, what do you need?"

He asked, prepared for the worst.

David stepped forward, emerging from the shadows, his robe gently flowing in the breeze: "I need you to sign a contract with me."

He activated the Contract Spirit within him, transforming into a silver light that entered the Flame King's brow, instantly causing masses of text to appear in the Spiritual World.

The Flame King's heart stirred, and an abundance of information surged into his mind, making him immediately aware of the contract's contents.

The contract's content was very simple, merely requiring the Flame King to acknowledge the Wizards' legitimate presence and provide protection akin to the previous declaration of legitimacy by the Jingge Kingdom.

The Flame King fell silent, knowing this decision could change everything.

He looked around, seeing his soldiers bravely fighting, his people watching in fear from beneath the city walls.

He knew he couldn't give up; for them, he had to make a choice.

"I accept your bargain," declared the Flame King firmly, his voice filled with undeniable resolve: "Tell me what I need to do?"

David smiled slightly, beginning to invoke the power of the Contract Spirit.

As the Flame King's spirit accepted the contract's power, it fully formed, establishing a solid contractual bond between them.

Seeing this, the Flame King felt a chill in his heart, knowing it was an entity akin to the Contract Book, and that once he signed, he could never violate it!

The Flame King took a deep breath, aware this was a gamble, but understanding he had to take the risk for his Kingdom and people.

The moment the contract was complete, David's figure suddenly appeared above the battlefield, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"What is that?"

"Such strong magic power waves, is that... a Wizard?"

"A Wizard, it's actually a Wizard!"

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