Although Gabriel had just carried out a large scale massacre not too long ago on his way here, he was still extremely far from the number needed for the extraction of the Heart of the Dead God.
If he relied only on casually hunting monsters over time, the accumulation speed would be far too slow.
But if it was a war, that was completely different.
The corner of Gabriel's mouth slowly rose.
"You're short on manpower. And I just happen to be short on corpses."
Edgar: "…"
Sophie: "…"
Erin: "…"
For a moment, the nearby elves who heard that sentence had no idea what kind of expression they were supposed to make.
Edgar remained silent for several seconds.
Then he covered his forehead.
"I knew it. You bastard really weren't going to suddenly become some great saint."
Gabriel ignored him.
"So. Are we going or not?"
Edgar lowered his hand.
The next second, the corner of his mouth also slowly rose.
"We're going."
…
Southwestern Defensive Line.
Boom!
