Glistening Oil

After passing through the Time and Space Channel.

The first thing that appeared before them was an incomparably dense primeval forest.

As a Demon Judge, Locke differed from those low-ranking Phyrexians in that he possessed things called eyes.

Thus, after observing from high in the air for a while, he folded his wings and landed on the ground.

Then, because the smell of the air here truly did not suit his sense of smell, he could not help but casually remark:

"What a disgusting smell."

Accustomed to Phyrexia's air, thick with the stench of blood and Glistening Oil, he found the air here genuinely rather off-putting.

Like a saltwater fish suddenly taking a few gulps of freshwater.

No one paid heed to his evaluation.

Watching the troops still pouring in behind them.

Another Demon Judge made arrangements on his own:

"Since there's no problem with the surrounding environment, prepare to brew up the first wave of attack."

Hearing that, Locke asked in confusion:

"Don't we need to conduct reconnaissance first?"

Although he deeply disliked this place and wanted to complete the mission and leave as soon as possible.

In his view.

Having arrived in a completely unfamiliar world.

The first priority should have been to scout out its major powers.

"There's no need to do that."

His companion, a Demon Judge named Kras, directly refuted him.

Taking out an exquisite device that somewhat resembled a pocket watch, he pointed at the figure displayed on it and said:

"According to the readings.

With this world's energy density, it simply cannot nurture creatures capable of posing enough of a threat to us.

So there's no need for us to make things so troublesome. We'll just crush our way through by force!"

After saying that.

He directed a fellow several hundred meters tall,