"Borrowing the effects of the defeats on the battlefield, she mobilized many resources to set up a sacrificial altar in the city."
The Demon Lord continued, "And then she convinced many elders and that senior of mine to agree to use the souls of demon soldiers lost on the battlefield as an offering to the starry sky."
Chen Changsheng felt an ill foreboding when he heard about this offering to the starry sky. "Who are you offering to, and what are you seeking?"
The Demon Lord said in a derisive tone, "Naturally, we're offering to the Sacred Light Continent on the other side of the starry sky. Those elders hope that the Sacred Light Continent can send us aid, and some of the timider nobles even hope that they can be sent to the Sacred Light Continent, naturally allowing them to escape the danger and pain of the extermination of a race."
Chen Changsheng asked, "Weren't the origins of the demons wiped away? How could they know?"
