Various slave creatures were visible everywhere within the city. Standing several meters tall, draped in heavy metal armor, and resembling mobile fortresses, rock giants strode with heavy steps in packs, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red light. Abyssal hounds with exposed fangs crouched quietly in designated areas under the command of wizards.
There were even a few molten-core behemoths as massive as mountains, their skin cracked like lava and radiating intense heat and the scent of sulfur, being guided jointly by several wizards as they slowly moved toward the city walls. Every step they took made the ground tremble slightly.
The entire Goosepeak Fort had been thoroughly transformed into a steel fortress imbued with the style of the Wizard Civilization, armed to the teeth, and prepared for war at a moment's notice.
The air was permeated with the smell of blood, energy, gunpowder, and the adrenaline-spiking aura of war mixed from countless powerful creatures.
Duke's spiritual power unfolded quietly. Although it was still suppressed by the plane, within this remodeled city, the sense of suppression was much reduced.
He could clearly perceive powerful energy reactions coming from deep beneath his feet, which were clearly the energy core and defensive wizard formation hub of the entire base.
Throughout the castle, countless strong and weak energy fluctuations intertwined, forming a massive and complex war machine.
Duke looked up and was shocked to discover that there were three pitch-black holes in the sky, with quite a few small black dots moving in and out of them.
This was a sight never seen during his last visit to the Devourer Plane. Back then, the sky was no different from the Wizard Civilization and these three holes did not exist.
Relating this to his experience in the Orc Plane, Duke guessed that these three holes