Slaughter Time

When it came to the Abyss Blood War.

It was not just Orsaga, the one in charge, who had an extremely casual approach to handling things.

Even the Abyss Legions replenished as the actual combatants did not really take the matter seriously.

A fight?

Hardly worth mentioning.

As for the so-called casualty rate, no one cared even less.

Even with the recent example of the previous group being wiped out entirely right before them, it made no difference.

After all, throughout the various regions of the Bottomless Abyss, there were practically no places with low casualty rates.

Even if there were, they had most likely merely changed form.

For example, instead of dying outright, one might end up in a state worse than death.

Countless half-dead beings were embedded in the gates of Orsaga's palace.

Thus, the residents here had long grown accustomed to such a hellish state of affairs, each of them taking it entirely for granted.

Coupled with the fact that the Abyss Blood War could accelerate the growth of one's strength and provide an environment where one could kill to one's heart's content...

Comparatively speaking, it was actually quite a decent destination—especially when every participant could receive rewards from the Crimson King and obtain all sorts of precious abilities for free!

In fact, it was precisely Orsaga's mechanism of handing out rewards in advance that kept the Abyss Legions under his command almost perpetually overcrowded. Countless beings who had originally planned to participate in the Abyss Blood War but lacked confidence in their own strength would travel from afar to Crimson Heaven and casually join an Abyss Legion after hearing that they had a chance to get various abilities for free, taking the opportunity to hitch a ride!

There had even been one occasion when, after it