Within the Goblin settlement, three demons covered in blood and shredded flesh slowly paced closer.
Even before they approached, one could smell the thick stench of blood on them.
Charles held a crystal ball in one hand, his gaze sweeping over the three demons.
These demons were utterly like dogs that could never be tamed. Even if he gave them soul power and granted them slaughter, it was still difficult to win over their hearts.
If not for the contract—and for the fact that Charles had summoned them—these demons might very well have launched a sneak attack on him.
Now, constrained by the summoning contract and existing only as projections, the demons had no way to stab Charles in the back.
Yet they still searched for weaknesses, scanning Charles for suitable places to strike.
Sitting on horseback, Charles could even feel cold gazes sweeping over his chest and throat, like the chill wind brought by a blade passing by.
The Mezzoloth stood amid a cluster of Goblin corpses with a halberd in hand, and quite a few scraps of Goblin flesh still hung from its trident.
A Quasit crouched on the roof of a nearby grass hut, extending its slender tongue to lick the blood from its claws, its gaze constantly wandering over Charles's body.
Charles snorted coldly and casually dispersed his magic power, dismissing the projections of the three demons and driving them back into the Abyss.
By his ear came the Quasit's final cry:
"Wait, let us bathe in blood one more time!!"
Unfortunately, Charles gave it no such chance. His magic power dissipated, and the projections vanished like bubbles.
Charles looked around and used the newly learned zero-ring wizardry: Essence Extraction.
After learning how to summon demons, he had learned this zero-ring wizardry in order to gather