The Player's POV

From the very beginning, Alaric knew that he would hardly avoid being seriously injured in this attack from the demon king.

He understood that nothing would change no matter what he tried.

So, instead of struggling in despair…

…Why didn't The King accept it?

And made good use of this opportunity to determine the demon king's location?

That was Alaric's plan.

This was a dangerous bet.

It was all or nothing.

Taking a deep breath, The King's eyes widened, waiting.

And then, that moment finally came.

The moment he felt something sharp and cold touch his left arm…

The moment he felt that sharp thing cutting through his arm…

The moment he felt a piercing pain in his left arm…

And the moment he slowly lost control of that arm…

…Was also the moment Alaric determined the true location of the demon king.

He clenched his teeth, forcing himself not to panic at this moment.

Just one mistake and everything The King was going through would be in vain.

'Stay cool!'

In an instant, the sword in his palm transformed into a gun.

It was a pistol.

But it carried the firepower of a sniper rifle.

Not allowing himself to waste any more time, Alaric aimed the muzzle of the gun at the demon king's position, and then pulled the trigger decisively.

Boom!

The moment the gunshot rang out, a golden bullet left its shell.

It kept flying, flying, flying straight towards the demon king's location.

The one hiding in this thick smoke.

"Argh!"

"Argh!"

Two miserable screams rang out at the same time.

The King's plan had been completed perfectly.

He had lost an arm, but in return, he had inflicted a serious wound on the demon king.

Then, despite the pain that was still lingering, despite the fact that the demon king was still alive, Alaric immediately ran out of that throne room.

Ignoring the severed left arm that was still lying on the floor.

At this point, he understood that it was useless to fight any longer.

Losing an arm was no small matter.

The King needed to heal this wound.

At the same time…

"It's time to change the battle location."

***

"Die!"

Whoosh!

Dix unleashed a final slash, officially ending a demon the size of a house after fighting it for a day and a night.

Only now did he relax a little.

Gently landing on the ground, Dix wiped away the sweat and a bit of blood on his forehead.

This battle was really too long and exhausting.

Right now, his body was as wet as if he had just finished bathing.

"Maybe I should go home early."

With a smile, Dix looked at his own work.

Although it was tiring, the price was worth it.

"Hey Alaric, you've worked hard."

Amon, with a faint smile, not revealing much expression, indifferently approached Dix.

In his hand was a healing box.

Probably for Dix.

"Let me help you heal the wounds on your body."

"What?"

Dix's eyes slid down his body.

Only now did he understand Amon's words.

After that battle, Dix's body had many wounds.

But…

"They're not too serious, so you don't need to worry."

"The fuck?"

Amon paused, his expression suddenly becoming darker.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Instead of wasting time here, I think we should go back to that village and tell them that the danger has been eliminated."

Dix had no ill intentions.

He just wanted the people he fought to protect to know this good news as soon as possible.

Dix turned towards that village.

But, as soon as he took his first step, his brain completely lost control of his body.

As a result, Dix fell to the ground.

"What the hell?"

His eyes blinked a few times.

He also tried to move a few fingers.

"I can't sit up. What's going on?"

"Sigh. I told you to heal your wounds, Dix."

Shaking his head wearily, Amon knelt down beside Dix.

"Fighting for a day and a night without stopping, and then getting injured like this… Do you really think you're a superman?"

He took out all the tools needed to stop the bleeding and bandage it.

"I understand what you're thinking, Dix. But sometimes, please take care of your own body before worrying about others."

Amon pointed straight at Dix's face.

As if a teacher was lecturing his student.

"You should always treat wounds as soon as possible, understand, idiot?"

***

"I understand, Amon."

Alaric, hiding in the castle's infirmary, treated this wound himself.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he recalled that memory.

But the King's eyes instantly became sharper.

He was mentally preparing himself.

Mentally preparing himself to be tortured.

Taking a deep breath, Alaric poured the entire bottle of alcohol into the wound to disinfect it.

"Argh!"

He immediately screamed in agony.

A natural reaction.

The King gritted his teeth.

At the same time, he unconsciously clenched his thigh, causing a little blood to flow out.

But that didn't matter.

What was important was that the pain in his left arm had become somewhat lighter.

"Hah…"

Alaric let out a long breath.

It felt as if he had just gone around the gates of hell and returned.

A rather peculiar feeling.

Trying to stay conscious, The King slowly bandaged his own wound.

He could have used his aura instead.

But why would he do that?

It was a waste of aura.

After finishing all the steps, Alaric leaned against the wall behind him.

"So tired…"

He groaned.

"So painful…"

At this moment, The King really wanted to relax and fall asleep to forget this hellish pain.

But, deep down, he knew that was impossible.

At least Alaric's mind was still clear.

"I wonder how the demon king is doing?"

He was pretty sure that the demon king's injuries were even more severe than his own.

After all, his screams sounded louder and more painful than The King's.

"Let's continue."

He grabbed onto the edge of a nearby chair with his other arm, forcing himself to stand up.

But of course… Alaric failed.

"Sigh."

With a dull gaze, he once again leaned against that wall.

"Maybe… it would be fine to rest a bit… right?"