So I'm a sheep.

Get out of my way!

With a roar, the eight elite monsters slunk away in different directions.

'Damn it, has the conversion pool reached its limit, or are the monsters in the underworld not good enough?'

'These scoundrels are no match for me!'

According to Olina, each demon has a bunch of its own evil retinue (servants).

These followers have immense potential and will grow alongside the demons, making them their lifelong allies.

"Clark, after you offer the treasures of the stars to His Majesty the Demon King, you will surely become a high-ranking demon."

"If you don't have any family members by then, you'll be at a huge disadvantage!"

"Hurry up and build a conversion pool to create a batch of familiars. Then the best among them can benefit from your help and break through to the level of a mid-level demon."

A mid-level demon is equivalent to an archangel. If I could have such a group of loyal and powerful beings, I would be laughing in my sleep.

However......

'The best of the best among monsters, aren't they elite monsters?'

'These guys are going to benefit from my breakthrough and become Archangel-level powerhouses?'

This joke has gone way too far!!!

Clark saw absolutely no possibility of that.

'Either I've been deceived by Orina, or the best monsters haven't appeared yet.'

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't even want to think about the first possibility.

Therefore, it can only mean that a more powerful monster has not yet been cultivated by oneself.

'Where exactly did I go wrong...?'

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"There's new progress. The elite monster you fed dragon crystals has survived."

"It had two bulges on its head, and the other elite monsters seemed to be very afraid of it."

"What!?"

Clark was overjoyed and quickly followed the arcanist to the cave where the experiments were being conducted.

"Bring it out!"

At a command, the arcane mages quickly brought the imprisoned monster before the Arcane Emperor.

'His aura has indeed become much stronger.'

Touching the two bumps on the monster's head, it immediately let out a threatening roar.

However, despite its roar, the monster dared not take any further dangerous actions against its powerful master.

"Haha, I'll have to feed it black dragon meat every day from now on."

Volume 1: Chapter 287 Not a Babysitter

Standing in front of the conversion pool that she had brought back in its entirety, the young girl tapped on it here and there, her brows furrowed.

'How could such a crudely constructed stone pool transform a corpse into a monster?'

'Or is the powder those arcanists sprinkled in the way the key is?'

Bottles and jars were piled up next to the conversion tank. Sasha picked up a bottle, opened it, and smelled it.

"Ha~ Chu~"

After sneezing loudly, the little girl rubbed her nose and put the bottle cap back on.

'I'm not a master pharmacist to begin with, it would be a miracle if I could detect anything from it.'

'Once I get back to church, I'll write to the authorities and ask them to send some professional angels over...'

"Lord Sally!"

Just then, Iris ran over excitedly.

"The drow have won a great victory! Most of the monsters have been wiped out. We have won!"

"Oh"

Compared to the excitement of the young girl, the little girl was much calmer.

When she brought the Transformation Pool and the arcanists back, it caused quite a stir; the blasphemous monsters pounced on her like madmen along the way.

Sasha, of course, didn't stand on ceremony with them. With a sweep of her life-giving light, she made them lie down no matter how many came.

She had already eliminated most of the monsters that besieged the city of Drow, and those that remained were just frightened birds.

If the drow were to suffer a defeat under such circumstances, the angels would find it quite unbelievable.

"Iris, now is not the time to be happy."

"The blasphemous monsters of the underworld have not been completely eliminated; the threat of the drow still exists."

"..."

"My lord, we have already eliminated the monster before us. The remaining monsters will naturally be dealt with by other races, so this has nothing to do with the drow, right?"

Yes, that's typical of Zhuo Er's thinking pattern.

The little girl shrugged: "I hope so."

"Let's not talk about that. Has construction of the church started yet?"

"I've already chosen a spot, right behind the 'Wall of Lessons'!"

"Besides you, are there any other drow willing to worship the great goddess?"

"Of course there are, there are many."

Iris said with a smile, "After the sisters in the reconnaissance team spread the word about your power throughout the city, everyone was very willing to believe in the great goddess."

"Haha, it's good to have a good start."

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To celebrate the glorious victory in the war against the monsters, and to celebrate that the goddess's glory has finally spread to the underworld (Sasa strongly suggests), the drow have decided to hold a carnival.

All the meat of the Dorro beasts in the storeroom was taken out and eaten to one's heart's content. Even the dwarf slaves were given some mushrooms to cleanse their mouths of the muddy taste.

Just when everyone was in high spirits, the sudden bad news swept away the joyful atmosphere in the city.

"The monsters are attacking again?"

"Didn't we just wipe them out?"

"It seems like some monster from elsewhere has wandered over here..."

The ordinary drow looked worried, while the drow matriarchs were completely enraged.

"You vile, filthy, depraved ghoul!"

"A vile worm, worse than a dwarf, who wouldn't even be a slave."

"A disgusting monster without parents"

"The scum of the underworld, worthless maggots!"

The seven beautiful and charming matriarchs of the Drow were spewing profanities in the conference room, and they only calmed down slightly when the little girl walked in.

"Lady Saliye, you must do us justice!"

"..."

Why are you all so angry?

It was entirely predictable that the blasphemous monster would return, and Sasha was quite surprised that the matriarchs were so angry.

“We have already defeated the monster once. According to the rules of the underworld, the loser should become the slave of the winner.”

"Of course, we Drow don't want those disgusting monsters!"

"It's rare that I've shown them mercy this time and not enslaved them. Those bedbugs, those bedbugs have even brought bedbugs from other places to attack our city again!"

"They're really pushing their luck."

"This is unacceptable!"

"Next time, we won't let a single monster escape; we'll dig a big hole and bury them all!"

After listening for a while, the little girl finally understood what the mistresses meant.

In the underworld, it's common knowledge that the loser becomes a slave.

If, for various reasons, the victor shows mercy and chooses to spare the lives of the defeated instead of enslaving them, that is the greatest mercy.

In return, the defeated race should go back and publicize the victor's strength to the surrounding area, and refrain from waging war for several decades (depending on the circumstances).

However, the blasphemy against the monsters completely violated the unspoken rules formed by the underground races in their long struggle, and the Drow matriarchs felt extremely insulted!

"..."

“But blasphemous monsters aren’t native to the underworld, so how would they understand your unspoken rules?” Sasha said, puzzled.

“Lord Saliye, ignorance is a sin.”

"We don't care whether the monsters understand the rules or not, the fact that they come back to attack us means they're utterly wicked and have something wrong with their brains!"

"That's right, how dare they underestimate us, Zhuoer..."

Well, an angry drow is unreasonable.

In short, all the blame lies with the monster.

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"Everyone, this can't go on like this."

After the matriarchs had vented their anger, the little girl spoke up: "Even if we defeat them again this time, monsters from other places might still come knocking on our door next time."

"Once, twice, three times... if it happens too many times, you definitely won't be able to handle it."