Authority of an Abyss Grand Lord

Holding the demon sword, Doomsday Wildfire, Charles was immensely satisfied.

The power possessed by this executioner's greatsword was enough to easily pierce the armor of other sixth-tier beings.

Had Charles possessed this weapon before, whether killing that Devil Marquis or fighting Kolsama, everything would have become far simpler.

Not only was this weapon exceptionally sharp, it also contained terrifying power of rules. This meant that even if Charles did not draw upon the power of rules himself, he could still leave countless wounds upon his enemies with this weapon alone.

Then, Charles turned his attention to the other corpse and Heart Core belonging to the Devil Marquis.

This fellow had watched every step of Charles refining Kolsama, and was now frantically cursing Charles.

After reaching the sixth tier, even if they were killed, with only their souls imprisoned within their Heart Cores—

Their words still possessed power.

If such a curse fell upon an ordinary third-tier being, it could inflict tremendous harm.

Even a third-circle wizard might truly meet a miserable end because of such verbal curses.

But Charles was already sixth-tier. To him, such curses could be scattered with a casual wave of his hand.

In fact, Charles could not even be bothered to pay attention to them now, because these curses instead strengthened his imposing presence.

Curses could also make Charles's Fear Radiance even stronger.

"Damned demon, I truly curse you! I curse you to have your head severed and become the lowliest Lemure..."

Charles turned a deaf ear, tossing various materials—chiefly Abyssal Demon Iron—into the Sun Furnace.

The materials required to forge armor were even more numerous, nearly three or four times those needed to forge the demon sword, Doomsday Wildfire.

While smelting the materials, Charles also took out the corpse of that Devil Marquis.

Besides armor