Inside the chaotic main camp, frenzied Orc infantry were slaughtering one another everywhere.
Their infighting was fierce. Panting heavily and glaring with blood-red eyes, they all wanted one another dead.
But the small Arcane Golem was responsible for the real casualties.
While those frenzied Orc infantry fought to the death, it would come over and take them all out with a single sweep of its scythe.
It did look a little like bullying.
But these Orcs who had drunk Demon Blood certainly could not be counted as people!
By the formal definition, they should have been considered a lesser branch of demons, belonging to the Lesser Demon tier.
That was why, in the settings he had given the small Arcane Golem, both Orcs and Ogres were on its kill list.
Any Orc could be killed, regardless of whether they were too exhausted even to lift their weapon.
Some surviving Ogres saw that things were going badly inside the camp, quietly opened the gate on its western side, and fled.
Busy harvesting, the small Arcane Golem had no time to deal with these enormous cowards for the moment.
The brutal harvest continued for two hours.
Between the infighting and the small Arcane Golem's efficient hunting, this enormous camp, which had housed an army of over ten thousand Orcs, was finally reduced to a heap of ruins.
After picking out a few weapons and armor fragments made of rare materials, Herad put away the small Arcane Golem and left for the time being.
The camp was so important that the Orcs certainly would not abandon it.
That meant he would certainly bring the small Arcane Golem back frequently to farm monsters and level up.
Having harvested at least ten thousand souls, Ulthalesh had a dense concentration of crimson energy in the eye