So many souls were completely beyond Roy's expectations.
Serlun really was reckless enough. If Roy had been leading the troops and faced elven forces three or four times larger than his own, his first thought would probably have been to retreat immediately. But Serlun had insisted on trying to turn the tide with magic, and he had dropped that Meteor Shower almost directly onto the most densely packed part of the battlefield. Thanks to that spell, Roy had practically stumbled into a huge windfall.
Under normal circumstances, demon souls could not remain in another world. Once demons were killed, the Ouroboros Mark would drag their souls back into the Abyss. Therefore, all the souls left on this battlefield belonged to the elves. Looking at the densely packed souls, Roy conservatively estimated that there were over a thousand of them. That meant a third of the elven forces had perished beneath Serlun's ultimate move.
Naturally, Roy would not be polite about such an unexpected gain. Souls that had left their bodies generally only remained fresh for an hour or two at most, and the time before they dispersed varied according to their size. Quite a while had passed since the battle, and in Roy's demon vision, some Soul Light Orbs had already begun to dissipate. He quickly sped up, moving across the battlefield and gathering the drifting souls into the system.
After working at it for quite a while, he finally cleared all the souls from the battlefield. When he opened the System Interface, the number of souls he possessed had suddenly risen to as many as 1,079!
Holy shit! I'm rich!
Not long ago, he had just used up all six hundred-plus souls. Who would have thought that they would be replenished in the blink of an eye, even exceeding