Lear’s eyes burned as he stared at the erging head of the Level 15 Demon Hero and spoke in a deep voice.
"Can you lure the other Great Demon over separately?!"
The opposite party hesitated and said.
"Your Majesty, it’s very difficult to achieve that. I went out alone this ti... If I were to send a ssage, it would reach everyone."
As he spoke, his eyes darted around.
"If you can have soone lure it back individually, that’s another matter..."
Lear nodded, having ford a plan in his mind.
Ignoring the little sches of the other party, he turned his gaze around.
The blood energy contained within the Land of Crimson Rot had reached an astonishing level after these days of devouring.
Most strikingly, its radius had swelled from 300 ters to 400 ters.
The larger the area, the more energy was needed to expand outward.
Every inch of land was piled with massive amounts of flesh.
The blood energy was so abundant that the originally scarlet ground had gradually turned dark red, even causing the ground to solidify completely.
At the very core, the endless supply of energy from the Abyss Duke’s flesh kept flowing.
The evaluation of the Land of Crimson Rot was... an abyssal being had forged this region with hundreds of thousands of corpses.
Now, he could understand its aning more directly.
Of course, all gains ca at a price.
During these days, even ghostly Deserted Tomb Guards, who could immune most physical damage, were resurrected more than ten tis in battle.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry, under his Healing Technique, rotated forward without fatalities, but each bore injuries.
The key was the relentless attacks from the 40 Ancient Tree Guardians in their treant turret forms, breaking the Fallen Demon army’s attack rhythm, allowing the army to maintain enough strength.
The myriad Crimson Wasps in the sky had replaced seven or eight tis; whenever a place was overwheld, the swarm would sweep down, causing massive damage and relieving the pressure.
It was the combination of these factors that allowed Weilu City to achieve such brilliant results.
The harvest this mont, devoid of any falsehood, was purely won by the army’s valor.
As Lear pondered, he decided to prepare further.
Successfully subjugating six Great Demons at once was a monuntal challenge.
"How do those Great Demons compare to you in strength?"
"We’re evenly matched."
"Are they all heroes?"
"Yes..."
After interrogating for a long ti and obtaining detailed information, Lear finally turned around and left.
He summoned the Flesh Butcher and the Two-headed Giant Chief, telling them to slaughter freely.
Simultaneously, he ordered the army to shift from a defensive to an offensive stance to acquire more demon flesh.
Everything was done with the single purpose of increasing the energy of the Land of Crimson Rot, to hunt the six Level 15 Demon Heroes.
The next day, at noon on September 24th.
Under the army’s relentless strangulation, over fifty thousand demons were devoured by the Land of Crimson Rot in a single night.
This land of flesh had amassed energy to a new zenith.
The majestic and turbulent energy deep within the earth felt like a volcano about to erupt, causing hearts to tremble.
Even Lear couldn’t imagine what kind of power would be necessary to break free.
Extraordinarily powerful, or perhaps... a demigod?!
This relic had turned the Land of Crimson Rot into an extrely terrifying trump card.
Even more formidable than the 5-Star chanical Broken Finger!
This was undeniably his lucky place.
Returning to the front of the Great Demon, his gaze pierced the other.
"How can you attract your companions to willingly enter this land of flesh?"
The Great Demon, with a peculiar expression, looked down at the dark red ground beneath his chin.
"Your Majesty... the flesh of the Abyss Duke is the best lure."
"Once those guys find out, they’ll rush over recklessly..."
"You could imprison deep underground, creating the guise that I’m devouring that power."
"Additionally, I’ll relay the information as if the overwhelming energy caused an unintentional leak."
After speaking, an expression of schadenfreude and expectation showed in his eyes.
If I’m miserable, then you bastards should co accompany !
These dark beings had no concept of morality or guilt; betrayal was as normal to them as drinking and eating.
Lear’s mouth twitched.
This fellow thinks things through rather thoroughly.
And crucially, this guy wasn’t lying.
Demons truly were a bunch of united and loving creatures.
"Will they take the bait willingly?"
"The allure of the Abyss Duke’s flesh to us is unparalleled."
"Devouring it allows ascension to higher tiers... letting us escape this barren region, returning to the Abyss, and embracing the darkness once more."
The Great Demon’s tone was sowhat unrestrained.
"Demons won’t cooperate, they’ll only compete!"
"Although they’ll harbor suspicions, under the competition... they’ll surely tread into your Divine Domain!"
"They’d rather make mistakes than give this opportunity to other demons!"
This is undoubtedly straightforward fishing.
Even if the other Great Demons sense sothing off, know there’s danger, the bait’s allure is irresistible, and they won’t be able to refrain from snatching it before others.
Hearing this, Lear looked deeply at this Demon Hero.
If you want insights into demons, it has to co from themselves.
...
Elsewhere, twenty kiloters away from the Abyssal Demon Iron Ore occupied by Weilu City’s army.
Stood a hundred-ter-tall stone mountain, whose peak housed a vast cavern resembling a yawning abyssal beast’s mouth, lost in darkness.
All around the cave, nurous strange and cryptic demon inscriptions were inscribed.
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