The boar's eyes burned like red flames, its massive body like a moving armored jeep, each step seeming to make the earth tremble.

The several-ton giant began its charge, and the beast had long been corrupted by the Evil God, feeling neither pain nor fear. This creature wouldn't rank much lower than the Calidon Boar of Ancient Greece, at least a quasi-legendary creature.

Because it had been confined for so long, its anger was wantonly unleashed, and the speed of this giant beast, like an out-of-control jeep, began to soar.

Fafnir stood among the trees, the broken Holy Sword in her hand began to shimmer, the north wind rose abruptly, and the falling leaves swirled past the young lady's ears.

"Face the impact and fear, this is the first lesson of actual combat! Don't run away!" the little mage continued to speak from the side.

She gripped the Holy Sword tightly, and in the blink of an eye, the boar rushed to within 20 meters of her!

The young lady's lips moved slightly, and within the nauseating wind brought by the demon beast, her chanting was so fast and precise.

The beloved Holy Sword's light grew intense, and she swung it suddenly.

"Horizontal Beheading Blade!"

The Sky-breaking Slash of the beloved Holy Sword brought up a crescent-shaped giant light blade. The furious charging demonized boar's head crashed straight into the horizontal light blade, instantly shattering its tusks. The Horizontal Beheading Blade shattered the boar's skull, but got stuck firmly in the cranium.

The boar let out a heart-wrenching howl from its throat, its surroundings trembled with its anger, branches breaking under its frantic run, leaving a chaotic trace, dust billowing on the ground, mixed with the scent of blood and soil.

The boar's head was bleeding profusely, the Beheading Blade had cut off more than half of its head, but still, it hadn't died. The wound emitted a faint heat, its ferocity fully unleashed, launching a final counterattack before death.

At this moment, Fafnir seemed flustered. The boar pounced aggressively; she raised the Holy Sword, mimicking the swordsmanship Hercules had taught her, seemingly prepared to block the boar and roll away to escape.

"Buzz!"

A rapidly spinning Light Wheel was thrown from the side, slicing through the boar's neck like a chainsaw, blood gushing like a fountain, spurting several meters away.

The boar continued to charge forward for another dozen meters before its headless body finally fell...

Fafnir stood dazedly staring at the headless body, touching the blood on her own face.

The little mage approached her side, picked up the magic staff, and tapped her head three times with a "pang pang pang".

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Fafnir rubbed her forehead and took a step back.

"I've told you, demons don't feel fear, anxiety, or pain. So what you have to do is not just attack once, but to keep attacking—like a violent storm, relentless attacks, until it's thoroughly crushed to dust!" The little mage's tone was very stern, raising the magic staff as if to knock on her head again.

"Stop, stop! I get it!" Fafnir covered her head, retreating continuously, hiding behind a tree.

She touched her head, wincing in pain, which had formed a bump.

She actually wanted to quip that the boar's howl just now didn't seem like it was without sensation.

But seeing the teacher seemed angry, she didn't continue to mouth off.

"In the future, when encountering demons, you must use the most brutal methods to completely kill, dismember, and burn them, giving them no chance for a counterattack, understood?"

"Yes, Teacher." Fafnir watched the little teacher start chanting magic, light rising as the boar's body began to burn.

She looked to the sky, sighed, feeling she had disappointed her teacher again, realizing that in actual combat, many of the martial arts the knights taught her couldn't be used, and instead needed her teacher to finish things off.

"Fafnir." The little mage continued to say.

"Here!" The princess stood straight seriously, like a student accepting criticism.

"Remember, when you encounter the Demon King, unleash all your power in an instant and destroy the Demon King's heart without hesitation," the little mage sternly reminded her again.

"Yes! I won't let you down, Teacher." The princess stood at attention immediately, mimicking a TPC member being admonished by a superior in a Tokusatsu series.

The little mage stretched his hand to pat her head, and Fafnir blushed slightly, shrinking back a bit, but then, thinking of something, moved her head closer, smiling for the teacher to pat it.

"Does it hurt? I'll help you heal when we get back," the little mage said and then retracted the hand, mounting the battle horse.

"Hehehe..." The princess felt lingering enjoyment, her face slightly red, and breath a bit rapid. Seeing the little mage ready to ride off, she hurriedly followed, chirping away like a small sparrow.

"Teacher, what kind of clothes do you like?"

"White ones."

"What kind of girls do you like, Teacher?"

"Quiet ones."

"Do you think I'm pretty, Teacher?"

"Not really."

"Teacher... teacher..."

"So noisy."

"Hehehe..."

The silhouette of the two on horseback gradually extended westward.

…

War, plague, and famine ravaged the entire continent.

Like an apocalyptic announcement, piles of corpses were dragged outside the city by carts and burned in a huge fire.

Scenes akin to the end of the world, flocks of crows circling the skies, bodies scattered across city-states and villages, and any creature associated with demons began contracting diseases, falling into endless hunger, robbing food, and then getting killed.

Such scenes played out in every region of the continent.

How much of the population was left on the entire continent? Half? Thirty percent?

No one could tally accurately, even bodies burned by the fire were thrown into the great river of the Empire, a river several kilometers wide and over five thousand kilometers long, now clogged and blocked by the remains.

And today, was the day of the last vow.

Thus, the four apocalyptic calamities descended, the prologue to doomsday launched.

Fafnir held the Holy Sword in her hand, the other 12 Knights and the Sage standing behind her.

Only a few dozen attendants followed them into the Royal Capital, these were good families from the capital with some capabilities, but on the battlefield, their role was mainly limited to transporting supplies.

Above the Royal Capital, the Great Light Wheel fully formed, symbolizing the disasters of war, plague, and famine now ready, forming an unparalleled triangular structure for that grand ceremony.

On this continent, even separated by thousands of kilometers, the appearance of this Great Light Wheel could be clearly seen, looming over the Royal Capital, sacred and dignified, like a peril finally manifesting from the ancient gods to end the world.

And this group of theirs was to gamble the last hope, to kill the rebel of that god.

Fafnir dismounted, ascending the platform and slightly bowed her head.

The Sage retrieved a crown from within his wide mage robe, King Kaiya's crown, made of pure gold and encrusted with resplendent gems.

The Sage hovered the crown above the young girl's head, observing whether the crown fit her size.

Then, with a flash of light, the crown shrank, fitting perfectly onto her head.

"You shall be crowned king, and then, in confrontation with the Demon King, exert all your might to strike the Demon King down in one blow!" The Sage uttered his prophecy.

The princess gave a student-like bow to the Sage, and under everyone's watchful gaze, she said, "Teacher, if I defeat the Demon King, would you grant me a small request?"

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