These special demons had truly been unlucky.
They had joined Charles's army seeking battle and slaughter.
Yet instead of finding what they wanted, they had been brought into Charles's tent.
And what awaited them inside was certainly not some fragrant, sensual encounter.
It was Charles ripping out their hearts and lungs.
These special demons either possessed unusual bloodlines and considerable value,
or had evolved into strange and bizarre forms during promotion.
To Charles, such demons were simply treasures, brimming with research value.
Some demons had their bloodline power directly drained dry by Charles, after which he ripped out their hearts and lungs, harvesting every valuable material from them.
As for the remaining corpses, they would not be wasted either. They were tossed straight into great cauldrons to become food for the other demons.
Those demons with research value, however, could live a little longer.
At the very least, they would not meet their fate of being sliced apart until Charles had fully understood their unique conditions, special bloodlines, and bodily structures.
They arrived at the volcanic range.
Charles inhaled the thick sulfur in the air, along with the dense fire magic, and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad! Not bad!"
"This place must have nurtured plenty of precious materials!"
"Even the outskirts have such intense magical fluctuations. It is hard to imagine how many good things there must be deeper inside!"
"Kaseron, Bruce!"
Charles let out a roar.
Very soon, his two subordinates flew over.
"My lord!"
Pointing at the volcanoes ahead, Charles said, "We have reached our destination. Have the demons get to work!"
"Capture every demon on these volcanoes and confiscate all their gains!"
"Kill all who dare resist. Those with strong combat power can join the army; all other demons will serve as slaves and mine resources for