After easily digging the devil heart core out of the baron's corpse, Charles casually stored the body away as well.
Not far away, Zarlos watched Charles's every move with eager eyes, like a little dog waiting to be fed.
Charles chuckled. "All right, stop putting on that look. You'll get your share too."
As he spoke, he pulled out another devil baron's thigh and gave it to Zarlos.
Zarlos treated it like a priceless treasure and began gnawing on the baron's thigh again.
It really is—really is delicious!
If only I could have all of these devil barons' corpses!
He fantasized, Charles has killed four devil barons already. He took all the heart cores, so the corpses must be mine, right?
And who among his subordinates could enjoy such delicacies?
Only I, a noble Balor, have such a right—and I've rendered merit too!
"Heh heh heh!"
Thinking of this, Zarlos was so excited that he actually laughed aloud.
Charles looked at Zarlos's foolish grin and ordered, "Stop laughing. Go up and lure more devil barons down."
"If you want to eat more, earn more merit!"
Zarlos immediately flew up, shouting, "As you command, my lord! I'll go at once!"
Charles hunted below.
Above, however, the battle was still locked in a fierce clash.
The fighting between devil barons and greater demons was nothing more than a side dish in the grand scheme of things.
In the sky, Hachiwote proved himself worthy of his strength as a demon grand lord. Against a devil marquis who was likewise at the peak of the sixth tier, he was almost completely suppressing his opponent.
Below, the three sixth-tier demon lords each harbored their own schemes.
Although they were being besieged by devil counts and viscounts,
they still had strength to spare, especially the