Capítulo 187: Bane of the Savages, and the Lord

Two weeks after Mark's Puppet transformed into a Golden Savage.

"Another team?" A blonde-haired man growled, sinking his hands into his hair. "How many Silver Savages more are we going to lose?"

The forest around him was silent and the Silvers surrounding him didn't dare break it. They were in a bloody scene—savage corpses were strewn around them, each in horrible straits. 

One corpse, especially, was a sight that could evoke disgust in even the most rock-hearted. A thick tree branch pierced into its eyes and came out of its back, the dripping blood already dry on its neck.

"Do we still have no information of where this demon is?" a woman asked, frowning. She was another person with sunlight-kissed blonde hair and a slit on her forehead.

A Gold Lord.