Let the war begin!
Victory brings rewards!
Kill!
This simple information sent the Ogres' walnut-sized brains into a frenzy. They roared at the sky, brandishing their clubs, and charged toward the heart's location!
Watching the charging Ogres, Isaac raised an eyebrow. 'A pure battlefield ritual with no plot. Interesting.'
With a mere thought, the heart he had thrown down erupted in a dazzling crimson radiance. A bloody, terrifying, and grotesque crimson Magic Power surged skyward, rapidly weaving itself into a colossal heart, dozens of meters tall!
THUMP-THUMP~
The Ogres slowly halted. This wasn't out of fear. Their minds had been severely eroded by the Demon God's Magic Power, and most of them were fundamentally incapable of understanding fear. In their minds, there was nothing but eating and fighting.
The more extreme ones had even abandoned eating—a basic function hardwired into their very bloodline. Their minds were filled with nothing but fighting!
