The soldiers of the Leg Regiment visibly deflated when the illusions vanished, and there were no more demonic battle maids for them to stare at.
No battle maids, but a lot of work cleaning, packing and storing the meat of the boars to supply the regiment now that the threat was gone. The Regiment could always use more meat, and at Overlord Rank, the Stone Crushers were highly nutritious, as well as better tasting than almost anything else in the region.
The Commander of the unit turned to Karl, who was taking time to polish his sword and absorb life energy after the battle.
There was a lot of it stored, and his body couldn’t absorb it as fast as they were killing.
Or perhaps the sword was unable to transfer it that fast.
Karl suspected that it was the first, as it had absorbed it without any issues. It was just the discharge rate that was slower.
"Overlord, thank you for your assistance. Were you passing by, or did this make the Guard Map in Drodh?" The soldier asked.
"It made the map. They were one of the closer major threats, and at an appropriate power level for my team, so we came here for the day." Karl explained.
"For the day?"
Karl gestured upwards at Hawk. "We got a ride. Unlike walking troops, a small team like ours can cover a remarkable amount of ground."
The team didn’t look all that small with the Golems, the beasts and the Dire Bear. But then Ophelia transformed back to her Werebear form, and it began to make more sense.
Then the Naga Queen bit someone.
"What the hell?" The Commander shouted, drawing his blade.
"Relax. It’s a healing spell. Injecting [Healing Splash] is much more effective for targeted cures than surface treatments, and Remi is an Overlord. See, he’s perked right back up.
Maybe a bit too much. Find that young man a Wrath Demon next time you’ve got days off."
The Commander chuckled a bit as he began to relax, and put his blade away.
The Demon really was looking better, and his Commander wondered what was wrong with him to begin with if the general purpose healing spells weren’t getting rid of it, and he needed a specialist treatment.
Karl’s team backed away while the soldiers cleared the battlefield, but Cara continued cleaning up the loot for a few more minutes, ensuring that she had all the good bits of ore and gemstone.
If it wouldn’t take up a beast space slot each, they should have kept a few of these things, just to produce more loot for them.
[There are more of them in the distance, only a small group. We can always find more later.] Hawk consoled her.
[Chase the ones with baby pigs away from the settlements, so they have time to grow big. We can’t be running out of loot pigs.] Cara insisted.
Was all of Drodh now an open air farm in her mind?
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