This was also why the greater devils in Bronze Citadel's war zones could survive such fierce battles.
Where some died in battle, others won victories and reaped benefits.
For greater devils, advancing their noble rank was important, but without corresponding strength, they might well die on the battlefield one day.
But for the mid-ranking devils, who were the most numerous within Bronze Citadel—
What they looked forward to even more was the chance to exchange for advancement. That was their opportunity to turn their lives around.
Behind the city walls stood the quartermaster offices.
There were more than a thousand such quartermaster offices throughout the entire Sixth War Zone.
Every quartermaster office had at least several hundred devil clerks, along with a dozen or so undead spellcasters.
Outside the quartermaster offices, devil soldiers lined up to submit their spoils, which the devil clerks then used to register their merit points.
Their spoils were demon corpses, or the demons' crude weapons and equipment, making them very easy to tally.
Every rank of corpse and every type of demon corresponded to a certain number of merit points, all clearly written on the walls behind the quartermaster offices.
Within the quartermaster offices, magical recordings played continuously: "Please compare your spoils against their corresponding merit points!"
"After submitting your spoils, verify that everything is correct, cooperate with the process, and leave promptly!"
A Legion Devil poured his spoils out from his spatial equipment.
The Bone Devil clerk across from him merely swept his eyes over them and immediately knew the number, race, and rank of the corpses.
The Bone Devil effortlessly calculated the value of the batch and said, "Seven hundred and forty merit points. Confirm it."
Delight appeared on the Legion Devil's face, and he nodded repeatedly. "No problem, no problem."
After recording