Iron Beard dispatched nearly all of his elite reconnaissance teams to investigate; they must bring back accurate intelligence, clarifying the origins and numbers of the giant Horror Demons, as well as what was happening deep in the Black Forest.
There was not much time for rest, Amendo and Iron Beard, seasoned in battle, knew that this precious opportunity must not be missed.
Everyone was tense, except for Rod.
He returned to his room, comfortably lay on the bed, left the recent events out of his mind, and took inventory of his gains, almost bursting with laughter inside.
In the recent battle, he had obtained over fifty million souls, along with the souls of more than sixty giant Horror Demons.
This was the most fruitful harvest he had ever had in a single battle.
Sacrificing the souls of the giant Horror Demons had given him a taste of what a surprise felt like.
