"Hmm... Hah... Yah!"
On a special floor within Gospel Company's underground facility, the fierce clash of countless weapons erupted alongside waves of battle cries.
There were no scientific facilities here, nor were any important supplies stored here. It was exceptionally spacious, without even partitions dividing the space.
Its sole purpose was to serve as a training ground for newly promoted Demon Heart Warriors. Gideon Malick had originally sent five hundred people over for modification and enhancement, and Evenson had promised a 50% success rate. He had strictly adhered to that rate all this time, so there were now exactly two hundred and fifty Demon Heart Warriors—a truly wise number.
Ever since their modifications were complete, these people had undergone extraordinarily harsh training. Bleeding, injuries, and even hovering on the brink of life and death were common occurrences. Sometimes, they could not help wondering whether their instructor, Katerina, had some personal grudge against them.
Yet over the past few days, their hellish training had suddenly stopped. The higher-ups had announced that they were to relax properly for a few days.
Although they were supposed to relax, and no instructor was pushing them anymore, they still did not dare slack off too much. It was like someone who had been abused for too long—once it suddenly stopped, he felt uncomfortable on his own. So every day, they still gathered here to voluntarily conduct some light routine training.
Today was no exception. Most of them found opponents roughly equal to themselves and leaped about as they sparred. Every demon blade in their hands now emitted a faint, restrained green glow. That effect certainly was not from a coat of fluorescent paint.
In the past, the Eredar Twins and Evenson would often summon Fel-aligned Demon Guards or Wrathguards to duel them, or launch sudden