A short while later, Kyle captured several more magical beast lords from the surrounding area.
Compared with his earlier rough examination, this one was far more meticulous.
Half an hour later, as he watched the magical beasts' souls burn to ashes, Kyle finally bound the strand of black miasma with Holy Flame.
"Very similar to the power of faith?"
With that question in mind, Kyle expanded the range of his captures. This time, he caught not only magical beast lords, but ordinary magical beasts as well.
As time passed, he discovered the immediate source of the black-glowing power of faith within the magical beast lords' souls.
Any living creature with mana in its body, even the faintest trace, possessed a strand of power of faith. Through constant slaughter, that power accumulated within the magical beasts' souls.
Once they reached high-rank Gold, the black miasma resembling power of faith stopped accumulating.
If a magical beast died at anything other than another magical beast's hands, the black miasma within its soul would leave it immediately, drawn to some unknown destination.
Looking at the corpses of several hundred magical beasts, Kyle murmured, "It feels like a pasture for harvesting faith."
A bold idea surfaced in his mind. If he could find the place where the black miasma ultimately gathered and devour that strange power of faith by some means, perhaps sufficient accumulation would trigger a qualitative change and produce a Legendary Expert.
But such a Legendary Expert would undoubtedly be weak, perhaps unable to defeat even his lord in his ordinary form.
"Compared with strength, lifespan is far more tempting."
For a moment, he felt as though he had discovered the purpose of this region.
Mark out a region, let its creatures roam freely, then harvest its magical beasts at a certain time