Chapter 275
As Ivan delved into the fifth military camp, his sense of smell detected an unusual odor. It was the faint trace of a scent that his nerves, pushed to the extreme since entering the Demon Realm, barely sensed.
Ivan brought his axe down, shattering the struggling orc’s skull. The orc, three times the size of the others, crumbled without even a scream.
He slowly lifted his head. The smell was an unbearable stench. While it wasn’t surprising for demons to possess such filth, this odor was different.
It wasn’t a scent from demons or beasts. It was the body odor emanating from human sweat. The kind unique to humans who hadn’t rested in a long time.
It was the distinctive smell exuded by humans under stress, tension, and extreme situations.
“Who goes there?”
Ivan straightened up from his hunched position in the ruined camp. From the opposite direction, the western thicket rustled, hinting at an approaching presence.
He placed a hand on his pistol and took a moment to breathe. In the spot his gaze fell upon, a figure staggered to its feet.
“…”