"Sir, um, Overlord, maybe you pushed yourself too much just now." A man, who seemed to be around the same age as Mark—his late elder brother—said, "If you don't mind, you can come with us to rest. We would like to thank you properly and treat you to some fine wine."
Others looked at Max with looks of emancipation.
All of them were grateful to him and wanted to form some sort of connection to him while also thanking him. Who wouldn't? He was, after all, such a talented young man who, even when in the Four Star realm, could fight king realm beings.
To their disappointment, however, Max shook his head, "I appreciate the thought, but I can't. Need to kill some more demons and gain war merits."
Saying this, he bid them farewell and rushed away.
Right when he was approaching another group fighting the demons…
BOOM!
Another explosion rumbled through the sky. Some other demons had self-detonated.
