"Chief, we've found a group of demons separated from the main force up ahead!"
"Excellent! More material for decapitation sacrifices. Hurry and catch them!"
In the wilderness of Skyrealm Floating Island.
Barluf had taken his tribe's warriors out hunting.
The news had yet to spread fully, but Barluf and his men already knew the secret of decapitation sacrifices and had embraced it enthusiastically.
When several squads of lesser demons appeared ahead, these men from the highland barbarian tribes broke into honest, hearty smiles, like old farmers blessed with a bumper harvest.
A moment later, they moved like the wind, splitting up to encircle the demons from several directions and wipe them out.
They had done this many times before, so everyone knew the routine.
Unlike before, however, Barluf deliberately refrained from killing any enemies, leaving the killing blows to the younger warriors of his tribe.
Those warriors did not waste the opportunities, either. Every enemy was put to death by beheading.
This was what they called... handing over the kills!
With the tribe's veterans looking after them, the younger warriors each slew several enemies and genuinely strengthened their battle tattoos.
"Hurgh!"
As the last lower-tier lesser demon fell with a roar, everyone saw a bloody light emerge from the void and merge into the body of the warrior who had personally severed its head.
The character for "punishment" on that warrior's arm grew more vivid.
Looking closely, they could faintly sense something flowing within it like blood. A crimson glow, so dense it seemed about to take solid form, shone through with a power that struck fear into the heart.
Barluf grinned.
He already knew that this was real, tangible power.
The accompanying Atrelin mage hurriedly cast the Copying Spell. A Quill floated in the air, swiftly taking notes.
"Possibly