In Charles's territory.
After the order was naturally given to search for the distant volcanic cluster,
Countless imps, Lesser Flame Demons, and even Ratman scouts rushed out.
They scattered in all directions to search for news of the volcanic cluster.
There were many Lesser Demons and imps rushing out, but in the end, probably not even one in ten would return.
The reason for such heavy losses was simple.
The Abyss was far too dangerous. Demons of their strength might be caught and eaten by other demons while simply walking along.
Even more demons could not endure Charles's oppression, and they feared him, a Balor.
In the past, near the Balor, fear had forced them to obey Charles's commands.
Now that they had finally found a chance to escape, these demons certainly would not want to go back.
The Ratmen, on the other hand, were the exact opposite.
Their loyalty to Charles was extremely high.
Death meant nothing to them. Only by completing the tasks Charles assigned could they feel their hearts fulfilled.
If they could receive rewards, be personally decorated by Charles, or be assigned as guards at his side,
That would be the glory of a lifetime—or even of an entire clan—for these Ratmen!
Upon the land of the chaotic Abyssal world,
More than a dozen Ratman giant-rat cavalrymen were searching in one direction.
The armored Ratman leading them wiped the sweat from his body and said, "We're close!"
"The temperature around us is getting higher and higher!"
"We must be about to find the volcanic cluster the Eternal Leader is looking for!"
"Charge!"
The Ratmen cheered, each boosting the others' morale.
Even the giant rats beneath them sensed the atmosphere and charged ahead at breakneck speed.
The roads around them were rugged. If one was not a