The volcanic eruption had brought an abundance of resources.
Resources were bound to attract other demons.
As Charles began seizing territory, battles broke out from time to time.
On one hilltop, the attacking force had been halted. A Greater Berserker Demon, leading a group of demons, had occupied the hill.
The attacking demon troops had been driven back.
The moment Charles learned of this, he immediately rushed over.
At that moment, atop the hill, the Greater Berserker Demon was still roaring, venting the exhilaration of having just defeated its opponents.
"Roar!!"
Many demons were busy at work on the hill.
They were the unlucky ones, captured by the Berserker Demon and forced into slave labor.
Compared with being slave laborers under Charles, those serving the Berserker Demon had it far worse.
Under Charles, they might be whipped or seized to have their bloodline extracted.
But overall, at least they did not have to suffer too much beforehand.
Under the Berserker Demon, however, life was worse than death.
Berserker Demons stank too badly. This extraordinary stench was not something one could ignore simply by covering one's nose.
Some demons worked until they began vomiting, even vomiting blood.
The entire hilltop grew increasingly foul.
The Berserker Demon stank, and the other demons' vomit, steamed dry by the high heat, stank as well.
Charles descended into the troops below.
The demons here had suffered some casualties, and Kaseron had been organizing the attack.
The instant Charles landed, he unleashed the savage might of a Balor.
"Awooo!"
Rather than frightening the other demons under his command, it sent their morale soaring.
Kaseron hurried over in a hunch, dropped to his knees, and said to Charles, "My Lord, please forgive me."
Charles kicked the Fireburn Demon aside and roared, "Useless trash!"
"You can't even handle