"Alright!" The young Mage agreed immediately, without a hint of hesitation.

Fafnir flashed a sly smile at the corners of her eyes.

The plan is on track!

The sound of horns echoed as the citizens lined up in two rows, cheering with all their might for the departure of the Knight Team. Their king was about to lead the 12 Knights and the Sage to defeat the Demon King and return in triumph.

Stepping out of the farm, gazing in the direction of the Royal Capital in the distance, the city walls had been completely stained black with blood, long covered in vines and morning glories. Those plants thrived even more lushly under the nourishment of blood.

Banners fluttered in the wind, as the people bid farewell to the departing Knight Team.

In the sunset, riding an old, skinny horse, Fafnir led the way. She looked toward the Royal Capital, at the Great Light Wheel in the sky like a miracle, and at the heaps of corpses outside the city walls.

There was not the slightest fear or timidity. Instead, she was eager to give it a try, and even the Beloved Holy Sword at her waist seemed to sense its owner's mood, responding with unparalleled power.

She would end all this, and then, marry her mentor as her Queen!

This was the small request she wanted to make.

Mentor, you've been completely won over by me!

She could already feel the expectation and love, and she would respond to these feelings by doing even better, doing her very best.

Mentor, I will follow your arrangements and unleash my strongest strike at the moment I face the Demon King.

Under the setting sun, the old horse faded away at the forefront. Light glinted on the armor, reflecting brilliance, banners soared in the air, iron hooves thundered, kicking up a cloud of dust as the people's gazes lingered on the knights' figures marching steadily westward.

"Set off!" Fafnir drew her long sword, her voice like the beat of war drums, as the knights spurred their horses forward.

The Demon King Extermination Team advanced toward the Royal Capital!

...

The horn sounded, and the knights charged forward like unleashed Demon Beasts, launching a fierce assault on the Demon King City.

The sound of hooves, clashing metal, and warriors' shouts intertwined, resembling a song of battle.

Fafnir led the charge at the forefront, mounted on an armored old horse which seemed to pour out its Dragon Blood unchecked. The horse opened its Golden Pupil, as if hiding a lion, while the Holy Sword in the young lady knight's hand burst forth with an unmatched Light Blade.

The Demon King's officers were scattered. The 12 Knights, each one invincible, stopping numerous Demon King officers.

Lances clashed with Shields, blood mixed with sweat.

"Charge! Charge!" Fafnir raised a banner with one hand, gripping the Holy Sword with the other. At this moment, she resembled a goddess symbolizing freedom, charging forward at the impregnable city gates.

"Mentor, watch closely! This is the fruit of my training!" Her lips curled into a smile as the beloved Holy Sword's light surged.

"This sword shall be named, Beloved Sword of Victory!"

A vertical Beheading Blade swept out along with the Holy Sword's Sky-breaking Slash.

The vertical Beheading Blade cleaved through the entire city gate, the cut smooth and even. She was the first to crash into the gate, a gate that since the Royal Capital's construction had never been breached, now collapsing with a thunderous crash.

The walls trembled under the knights' assault, stones crumbled, dust billowed.

They surged forward like an unstoppable tide, brave and invincible, with the sunset piercing through the clouds, casting golden light on their armor, as if heralding victory.

"I am Aeneas, the third officer of the Demon King army. This road is forbidden!" Garbed in Golden Armor, a giant blocked the knights' path. Then, the spear in his hand exploded like a cannonball, accompanied by a sonic boom cloud.

Fafnir, employing the Riding Skill Hercules taught her, swiftly dodged, but the banner in her hand was struck, shattering on the ground.

The hooves trampled the banner into an exhilarating spectacle. She knew losing the banner symbolized the crisis of losing a leader. She immediately prepared, the light of the Holy Sword in her hand surged dramatically, resembling another sun in the evening sky.

"Follow me, charge!"

Her roar echoed throughout the battlefield.

"Light's Imprisonment." Toward the rear, the young Mage began chanting Magic, and in an instant, the poised Aeneas was ensnared by countless Chains of Light, although he continuously snapped the chains, more kept attacking.

"Mentor!" Fafnir shouted.

"Charge toward the Demon King, I'll be right there," the young Mage replied. "And remember, you must end the Demon King with the strongest blow!"

"Understood!" The Princess nodded vigorously, riding onward toward the Demon King's palace.

As they stormed the Imperial Capital, the entire earth seemed to tremble, with blood staining even the pavement of a city that once held millions, now mostly empty, with unhandled corpses everywhere.

The Knight Team advanced toward the Royal Palace, every knight gripping their lance in silence.

"What is that!"

Someone exclaimed, gazing toward the Royal Palace.

On the horizon, dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, as though foreboding divine wrath. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the clouds, and a gigantic hand descended from the sky, piercing through the clouds like a god descending to the Mortal World.

This was the closest Fafnir had ever been to witnessing this miracle, her horse galloping faster, faster!

She could already see the Demon King's silhouette.

And she, she would slay the Demon King!

The Demon King stood atop the majestic Royal Palace, his figure towering and imposing, his black robe billowing in the wind. His fingertips connected with the gigantic hand in the sky, forming a dazzling light, tearing through the firmament.

Two powers clashed in the sky, emitting a deafening roar as the Sky Hand radiated a divine light, breaking through the heavens.

"On the fourth day, bestow death!"

"The covenant of four days is fulfilled: war, plague, famine, death... With this covenant, the foundation for our Eden is laid!"

Across the world, countless people or animals were instantly reduced to dust, struggling, wailing, crying, shouting, before being swept away by the wind and turning to ashes.

Bald eagles soared through the forest, scrambling to feast on the rotting corpses.

The doomsday oath was fulfilled, as the Demon King ascended the world in his mightiest form.

Fafnir gritted her teeth tightly. She turned her head to look behind, where the 12 Knights, the loyal Attendants, and the one who had always been her support, her Mentor, were present.

"Mentor, I will fulfill our promise!" She saw the figure in the white robe at the back and firmly resolved her own determination once more.

Slay the Demon King, marry the Mentor, and then lead the entire Kingdom to prosperity and greatness once more.

Mentor... wait for me!

In the sunset, the young lady smiled, smiling recklessly and wildly.

The power of the Beloved Holy Sword was still surging, growing stronger!

She saw it, saw the Demon King standing not far away on the throne!

Then, it shall be a death-defying strike!

She gripped the Holy Sword firmly, as the Light Blade of the Holy Sword soared skyward, and at this moment, with the Holy Sword's blessing, she could even unleash a Mythic Level attack directly.

The evil lacked senses and fear; only with the strongest power could it be given a fatal blow.

But it wasn't enough yet, Mentor, grant me love and strength. After it's over, I will make sure to bring you to your knees and drag you back to my chamber. Mentor, don't even think about leaving my side!

The Holy Sword's light surged, exponentially increasing. At this moment, the subsequent strike would be enough to unleash Tier Five power.

This was an unrepeatable miracle, an undoubtedly victorious strike.

"Don't joke with me!" The Demon King reached out his hand, as violent magic began to converge.

"Don't think about stopping me!" The young lady's fierce shout echoed, shattering the Demon King's counter-attacking Magic.

Closer, closer!

She saw the grotesque expression beneath the Demon King's mask, his unwillingness.

Behind her, the knights were cheering, shouting.

The young lady raised the Holy Sword, its light dazzling.

The Demon King retreated in panic, furious and grotesque.

"Beloved Sword of Victory!"

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