Yaya sensed the faint, restless aura in the air and murmured thoughtfully,
"Yeah, it seems like it's really coming, It even has such a slight impact on me."
Matthew glanced at Yaya, his lips curling slightly.
It indeed had an impact on Yaya, albeit an extremely minute one.
However, the same could not be said for other dragon blood creatures.
The shrill howls and roars nearby were enough evidence of that.
Matthew had left some control groups behind, dragon blood monsters filled with a killing aura.
Once the records and studies were complete, these creatures would serve as training targets.
Soldiers who killed these creatures would receive better nurturing.
Their dead bodies would be meticulously dissected, separated into various materials to create the magic equipment, items, and potions of the Bay Territory.
Maximizing the value of enemies was Matthew's consistent style.
Half an hour later.
Inside the fortress named "Hope".
