"Awesome! In all my years as a mercenary, this was the most satisfying battle I've ever fought!"
"Yeah! I killed nearly ten thousand Ghost Slave monsters this time! I even gained two levels! So damn satisfying!"
"With these merits, I'll be able to live comfortably for a long while!"
"It had to be that Dragon Kingdom Freelancer! Without him, there was no way we could've won so easily!"
"I heard he wiped out fifteen million Ghost Slaves by himself! Is that true?"
"Huh? I heard he only wiped out ten million Ghost Slaves. Was my intel wrong?"
"No! What I heard was that he wiped out seventeen million Ghost Slaves!"
"Enough, enough. Where did you even get all these rumors? Could he really have killed that many? I'd say seven or eight million at most, and that'd already be breaking the sky!"
"Want to bet? That kid definitely killed more than ten million Ghost Slaves!"
"A bet it is!"
"..."
That utterly one-sided battle had thoroughly exhilarated the members of every major legion.
Quite a few things had actually happened at Hundred Ghost Fortress recently.
First, the Demonfall calamity that had erupted in the Fusang Kingdom had caused monsters known as Corpse Ghouls to appear in every major city.
These monsters possessed intelligence comparable to humans. They liked feeding on humans and usually disguised themselves as ordinary people, making them extremely difficult to identify.
At its worst, it was said that a minister at the side of the Fusang Kingdom's ruler had nearly succeeded. If not for the ruler's personal guards protecting him with their lives, that cowardly, death-fearing ruler would likely have been devoured long ago.
Coupled with the recent disadvantage on the frontline battlefield,
the members of the major legions had been in a slump.
However.
Today's battle