The Suddenly Appearing Demon (24)

Ang's team remained in Lizardmen City for a full three days.

During that time, they cleared out several batches of lurking Demons, but none numbered more than a hundred.

These remaining enemies did not pose much of a threat to the city's defenses, yet they kept everyone on edge.

They searched nearly every possible place where the Gate of Foul Spirits could have been hidden.

Ang even used Space Magic to investigate, yet still detected no unusual spatial fluctuations.

Ang stood atop a high platform in Lizardmen City, gazing at the gray, hazy horizon, his face filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

He looked down at the human craftsmen gradually returning to the city and resuming its reconstruction, and a headache came over him.

He knew clearly that they had paid a tremendous price to track down the Gate of Foul Spirits, even traveling all the way to Lizardmen City in the northern reaches of the continent.

Yet the final result felt like a silent disappointment—an anticlimax with no explanation at all.

"What... shitty luck," he muttered.

"Ang, it's okay." Dana walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"At least we killed that many Demons. Other than those massive Imperial legions, I'd say our team has more real combat experience against Demons than anyone."

"That somehow sounds even worse," Ang said, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Dana chuckled. "Fine, no more compliments."

Puli and the others behind them also came over to comfort him. "My lord, although we failed to find the Gate of Foul Spirits, we gained a great deal of practical experience, from tactics to magical systems. That's far better than empty theory."

"That does count as good news." Ang nodded. "With this experience, you may have an easier time when you enter the God-Demon Battlefield."

As