"I hope these mother bodies can give me a surprise..."
Sterl took a deep breath. His journey through Hell had come to an end, and it was because of the souls of Hell's inhabitants that he had experienced such a terrifying improvement in such a short time.
Hell, with its one hundred and eight layers, was essentially one hundred and eight small worlds, and the creatures of Hell—except for those taken by the invaders—had mostly ended up in his grasp!
Now, Hell had nearly been consumed by him. To continue increasing his power like this would not be as easy. Even if he cleansed the entire Alpha 8 world, the number of usable souls he could obtain would not even be a tenth of what Hell had provided.
So, he had no choice but to place his hope in these mother bodies. If they could massively increase production, it would at least alleviate the resource shortage he was facing.
