Great Rout

An immense blessing from the Abyss descended from the sky and fell upon Charles.

He already bore wounds left behind by the Devil Marquis's laws.

Those wounds had nearly left Charles moderately injured. Once this battle ended, he would need to spend a very long time purging those devils' law-power.

That time might last more than a decade.

The initial wounds were easy to heal by purging those laws, but some remnants always required a long time to recover from.

They kept Charles from returning to his peak condition, leaving him perpetually lightly injured.

Just like Anog and Kolsama.

Those two had simply accumulated too many rule-inflicted wounds. Even if they devoured power and healed some of their injuries, part of them would still need a long time to be slowly nursed back to health.

But the two of them fought too fiercely, with no time at all to recover.

And each feared that the other demon would find a way to seize victory first, which was why both their conditions kept worsening.

But now, beneath this blessing earned by killing the Devil Marquis, Charles's body was rapidly healing.

Even the most hidden rule-inflicted wounds lingering within him were healed by this blessing.

Beyond that, the Sea of Laws opened itself to Charles once more.

Bathed in that power, Charles felt so blissful he nearly took flight.

No pleasure in the world could compare to even one ten-thousandth of the feeling of gaining power.

Carrying the Devil Marquis's corpse, he returned to the top of the wizard tower.

The Greater Demons under his command, along with Demon Lord Dorkas, all knelt and shouted, "Congratulations, my lord!"

Dorkas cried out with particular loyalty, "You are too powerful, too evil! This battle of yours was simply the greatest scheme I have ever