War Objectives

Naimus avoided the recruiting demons and entered a nearby demon town.

Calling it a town was generous. Most of it consisted of mud-brick houses, with scraps of tattered fur draped over them to form shacks that counted as decent shelter.

It was safe to say that even the worst slum might not have been as wretched as this place.

Other than yellow mud, there was scarcely anything else to be seen.

Even the shack supports were mostly built from bones, tendons, and hide.

This miserable place had virtually no other resources.

The only material available in considerable quantities was "human material."

Naimus had only just entered the town when he saw a demon's shack collapse in the distance.

Without hesitation, that demon reached out and grabbed another demon nearby—one who had failed to flee in time, or perhaps had intended to take advantage of the chaos to steal something.

Ignoring the other demon's struggling screams, he tore off its head and pulled out its bones and tendons.

Without any particular technique, he repaired the collapsed shack with astonishing speed.

Afterward, he did not forget to lick its flesh clean, condensing its soul into reserves and absorbing it into his body.

"Yo! Naimus!! You're still alive?" The demon repairing the shack had exceptionally keen senses. Naimus had barely approached before it detected his presence.

"Salixi, if you're still here doing business, how could I possibly be dead?" Naimus said as he prepared to make a move.

"Wait, wait, wait. Whatever you want to ask, just say it." Before Naimus could act, the demon named Salixi immediately spoke.

Salixi was a Cambion Demon.

His skin was entirely red, and two horns grew from his head.

This kind of demon also closely matched humanity's image of demons.

A major reason was that these