The completion of this small castle improved with each passing day.
Charles was also gathering demons from the surrounding area, bringing Flame Demons and Fireburn Demons under his command.
As for other demons, such as those with somewhat higher value, he quietly sent them into his own laboratory.
These lower and mid-ranking demons were truly unlucky to have run into Charles.
Charles directly extracted their bloodlines and turned them into bloodline potions.
Whether he took these potions back to Isata to sell or sold them to demons in the Abyssal Plane, they could bring in considerable profits.
At the same time, whenever Charles had nothing else to do, he would release his magical radiation.
This brought many benefits, especially to the other demons throughout the settlement.
A Balor's flame radiation had many uses.
One of them was that when other demons advanced, there was a high chance they would advance toward fire-aspected demons.
At the very least, they would gain a portion of a flame demon's bloodline.
Of course, there were major drawbacks as well.
That was, the heat within the territory gradually rose under this influence.
There had already been many volcanic craters in the territory. Now, with the flames Charles released as well—
It made many demons feel as though they had returned to the old days.
Old Mark sat in his shop, directing the Dark Goblins at work.
Wiping away sweat, he muttered, "I'm starting to miss the old Wolf Serpent Demon chief."
"At least when he was here, it wasn't this hot."
"This temperature is going to roast a demon alive!"
"When will another demon come to challenge him and kill this Balor?"
But on second thought, Mark shook his head. "Forget it, forget it. If this Balor gets killed again, that Body-Burning Explosion will make