The Mad Dog of the Duke's Estate

Demonic monsters were beasts that rampaged by feeding on dark mana. They were walking weapons of slaughter, the loyal hounds of the Demon Kings.

Demonic monsters knew no fear, tearing at their enemies until the very moment of death. Even in their final breath, they sank their fangs into their foes. Facing them head-on meant inevitable and devastating losses.

It was no exaggeration to call them disasters of the battlefield.

And such dreadful beings weren't born of nature. They were manufactured by the Demon King.

“...They were being produced in places like this?” Caron asked.

At Caron’s question, Shiker slowly nodded and replied, “Yes. They were being bred in hatcheries. This is not the only one. There were several more.”

“So they didn’t just fall from the sky. Come to think of it, I’ve never once heard of demonic monsters reproducing,” Caron said.

The endless waves of demonic monsters that had appeared without explanation... Now the secret was clear.

Caron stroked his chin and nodded. Indeed, with a civilization as overwhelmingly advanced as this, it seemed they had even dared to trespass into the realm of the gods, the domain of creation.

Their sins, however, had now spilled over and harmed the peoples of the present continent. That, Caron resented.

“Can this thing still be operated?” Caron asked.

Shiker’s expression turned troubled, then he answered, “Not overnight. It has been neglected for far too long, and the materials are lacking.”