Misra and Asura destroyed the warships they were on, then saw Esdeath, Teresa, and Scathach causing havoc as well.
A flicker of confusion passed through Asura's eyes. He murmured, "Could it be that so many powerful humans have emerged on Earth? When did this happen?"
Though his heart was full of curiosity, Asura quickly cast those thoughts aside.
He had only one goal: kill Karo!
He charged into the flagship where Karo was.
Inside the flagship, the lights blazed brightly. Enormous glass containers were packed densely together like a giant hive. Ten thousand human souls floated within each container, sleeping quietly as though time had forgotten them.
These souls were the carefully gathered "harvest" collected by the Divine Kingdom Army whenever it descended upon Vajra Earth. They were regarded as tools for the God Clan to maintain its power and rule. Like farmers regularly harvesting crops, they saw humans as nothing more than weeds—leave behind some seeds, and they would continue to grow endlessly on their own.
For twelve thousand five hundred years, the God Clan had harvested human souls in this manner.
Asura stood before those containers, staring at the scene in utter disbelief.
Since his fall, the Divine Kingdom had actually degenerated to this extent, beginning to plunder human souls on such a massive scale.
Every one of these souls bore the weight of a life. Every one had once been a unique existence, yet now they were imprisoned here like merchandise.
Misra followed close behind and rushed into the flagship.
The moment she saw those souls, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
As a human herself, she could deeply understand that helplessness and despair.
Even Asura, a former God, could not help but be shaken by such a sight. How could Misra not be?
Tears shimmered in