"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Kill these devils!"
"All you little demons have a bright future ahead of you!"
In the air, Charles roared at the top of his lungs.
Within the valleys of the volcanic range, flames of war burned everywhere.
Hundreds of thousands of little demons and large numbers of devil troops were locked in fierce battle amid the rugged valleys.
It had already been more than half a month since the fighting began.
Ever since their first clash with the devils, Charles's territory had endured several successive waves of attacks from devil armies.
Some devil armies had been devoured whole by Charles,
but small groups of devils had escaped from others.
They spread news of the vast number of demons in this volcanic range like a virus.
At the same time, the abundant fire magic power within the volcanic range drew many devil pioneers here.
They too wanted to wipe out the demons here and turn this region into their own territory.
And so, battle after unceasing battle erupted.
This battle alone had already lasted more than half a month.
Both demons and devils had suffered tremendous casualties in these valleys.
Naturally, Charles's little demons had suffered the greater losses.
Over half a month of fighting, the number of little demons under Charles's command had dwindled by at least four hundred thousand.
The little demon army, which had originally accumulated to around six hundred thousand, had suffered grievous losses.
The valleys at the feet of several volcanoes had been completely filled with the corpses of devils and demons.
The stench in the air was no longer simply the reek of sulfur.
It was an indescribable smell—a foul mingling of sulfur, blood, scorched corpses, and every other odor imaginable.
If creatures from another plane caught even a whiff of it,