Eventually, Asmodeus stopped playing with Yumiko and reached the medical tent. He noticed the scent first—ammonia, blood, and the bitter aroma of despair. Unlike the Demon Knights, the normal humans suffered from their wounds. Some wailed, others cried and begged for it to end.
He stood at the tent entrance with a frown.
They used a half-destroyed building beside the tent to gather medical supplies.
"Yumiko, how many did we lose?"
"I haven't heard the total, but it's probably more than five hundred."
"Ha..... I see."
Asmodeus closed his eyes and focused on his abdomen.
The amount of divine power inside his core increased explosively after he swallowed three-quarters of the core Darius used.
He wanted to help.
