The radiance of the Purification Scroll was, in essence, holy magic.
It was harmless to humans, but to the Demon Clan, it was like blazing sunlight on snow.
Several demons clinging to life amid the ruins, along with a Throwing Demon missing half a leg, let out piercing howls the instant the white light enveloped them.
Their skin rapidly ulcerated, giving off black smoke as though sulfuric acid had been poured over them.
Seconds later, the sounds cut off abruptly.
They were dead beyond any doubt.
Meanwhile, in the D6 and D8 directions, as well as at several tunnel entrances farther out, robots carrying Purification Scrolls flew into the irradiated area.
One, two, three...
Seven Purification Scrolls were used in all.
Only when the readings on radiation detectors in every direction dropped below safe levels was the first step of the "nuclear explosion cleanup" complete.
Every large Magic Scroll was worth a considerable sum on the Terra Continent. Throwing down seven or eight of them was another substantial expense.
But compared to a war, that cost seemed insignificant.
Once the radiation was cleared, the real search began.
Mixed squads of soldiers and robots filed through the tunnel entrances in every direction.
The soldiers provided commands and judgment from the rear while the robots cleared the way ahead, the blue aiming dots of their Plasma Rifles sweeping over every inch of the ruins.
Every enemy they encountered was killed.
The nuclear blast's shock wave had covered an immense area, and the closer they were to the perimeter, the more surviving demon stragglers they found.
A Lesser Demon with broken legs writhed in a pile of rubble before a Plasma Beam vaporized its head.
A severely wounded Heavy Armor Demon Soldier, half its body embedded in a wall, was still struggling