The Birth of a Demon

The Birth of a Demon. Mel reorganized the troops and brought those who had emerged from the Land of Curses into the command structure as well.

Among them, whether it was the bald man, the Purple-haired Youth, or Little Apple, all possessed formidable strength. The two overseers in particular were inherently capable of commanding troops.

There was no way to expand the army on a large scale in the short term. Whether recruiting from the Land of Curses or expanding forces elsewhere, one prerequisite was needed: securing a stable base of their own.

The problem was that now was not the best time to rise in Exar. The Southern Church remained a colossal force.

The Church's research materials had already been obtained. As for the cause of Witch's Blood going berserk, the Church had never conducted any in-depth research. They might not have even known that Witch's Blood could go berserk.

Liberia's Witch's Blood had already gone berserk for the second time some time ago. If the Golden Lamp and the Magic-sealing Stone Tablet had not suppressed it in time, Bernardo Manor would likely have been destroyed.

A man came to find Mel.

"Mel, it's time for you to help me! I helped you before!"

"What should I call you? Master Anke, or the Theft Apostle?" Mel stopped writing and stood with his back to the person behind him.

"Just call me Anke. That's how we came to know each other, after all."

"Did it rain that day?" Mel tapped the desk rhythmically with the fountain pen in his hand.

"Forget whether it rained or not. It's time for you to keep your promise."

In the Gard Empire, after the nobles reclaimed their territories, they returned to their old ways of exploitation. Of the soldiers who had chosen to remain