The war began!
Win, and there would be a reward!
Kill!
That simple message set the Ogres' walnut-sized brains ablaze. They threw back their heads and roared, brandishing their clubs as they charged toward the heart!
Isaac raised an eyebrow at the oncoming Ogres. So this was a pure battlefield ritual with no story behind it. Interesting.
With a thought, the heart he had dropped burst into dazzling crimson light. Bloody, terrifying Magic Power surged skyward and swiftly wove itself into a giant heart dozens of meters tall!
Thump, thump.
The Ogres slowed to a stop. Not out of fear. The demon god's Magic Power had corrupted their minds so thoroughly that most of them could not even comprehend fear. Their thoughts held nothing but eating and fighting.
Some had gone further, discarding even the urge to eat that was written into their Bloodline. All they thought about was fighting!
Their brains could not feel fear, but their bodies could!
The Flesh Lair was the first fortune Isaac had earned from the Lord of Billions of Flesh and Blood. He had studied it repeatedly afterward, until it could create pseudo-Third Tier monsters!
Their bodies and Magic Power reached the Third Tier, but they possessed no Authority.
That had been its limit. Adding power from an Outer God or more occult knowledge might have taken it further, but Isaac had been intent on changing his style. He had gradually set it aside and had not improved it in a long time.
Until...
The Lord of Blood appeared. More precisely, his divine artifact, the Blood Pool!
In the end, Isaac had only managed to separate the Blood Pool's power, not preserve its capacity for infinite growth. Even so, that was enough to transform the Flesh Lair!
The heart before them was a