I would naturally avenge my own summoned units!
Rogge waved the "Filth Blood Chunk" and swore viciously.
As for the Foul Blood Lord's Filth Blood Chunk, along with the other Dominator corpse parts of the Foul Blood Lord that Rogge had seized, Rogge naturally "properly" stored them in his own Specimen Collection Room afterward.
"The Foul Blood Lord's fall is truly regrettable. During the battles ahead, you must be careful—more careful than ever!" Rogge said with a regretful expression and a few squeezed-out traces of sorrow as he placed the Foul Blood Lord's corpse fragments into his Space Ring and addressed the many summoned units before him.
Rogge truly deserved to be a Dark Summoner trained by the Wizard World's most powerful force. Aside from summoning a total of four Dominator-class Undead Creatures,
he also had several hundred Undead Creatures above Rank Four!
And if one counted the Rank Four and above subordinates and subordinate gods whom those four Dominator-class contracted units had each led across planes from their respective Mother Planes,
the total number of Rank Four and above combat units affiliated with Rogge reached as many as two thousand!
Put all that together, and it was nearly comparable to the scale of an entire Titan World.
One man was an entire legion.
Though Fatty Rogge was not very tall, the energy he possessed was immense.
This time, he had come to support Saine. With the total number of combat legions under his command, he could perfectly take over the defensive deployment of Saine and the others.
He seemingly did not even regard the Shura Demon Emperor as a threat.
After arriving on the battlefield, the little fatty did not even spare the other party a second glance.
With a mere forward point of his White Bone Magic Staff,