Deus: We are all Lords

The woman stood at the top of the wall as she watched Viktor, who was moving amongst the enemies like a grim reaper in the night, silent but deadly; with each strike, a head fell. However, she didn't pay much attention to him, as she expected just as much from him as she focused more on defending the manor and ensuring that her master slept well.

A few hours later, the entire monster tide was wiped out, and all that remained were mountains of corpses, empty bullet shells, scorched earth, and small craters in the ground. The battle seemed intense, but the winners in the battle didn't even look like they had done anything at all.

Viktor could be seen using magic of unknown origin to sort out the corpses, with the woman by his side helping him choose those that could be used as food and those that couldn't. The bullet shells vanished on their own, and any dent on the walls was repaired.

"Are you sure orcs are edible?" Viktor asked in doubt,

"Yes, they are still pigs no matter how you look at them," she replied.

"If you say so, we should be done here right." Viktor asked since none of his memories could help him in this situation, "The last emperors were..." Well, emperors, and his past self was a gatherer; he knew next to nothing in terms of how the food he gathered was treated after he had gathered it.

"Yes, just take your prey and follow the lights; they will guide you to the basement," the woman said as she continued tidying up the battlefield.

"Okay," Viktor replied as he used his magic to levitate the hundreds of corpses from the floor, making sure that no blood was dripping from them as he didn't want to dirty his master's floor.

Following the bright lights, Viktor began his journey into the basement. The basement was more than large enough for what he planned to do, and the woman had assured him that the master wouldn't hear any noise, so Viktor immediately went to work.

Using the blood of his vanquished foes, Viktor began to draw a complicated magic circle on the floor, and as soon as it was done, the magic circle gave out a red glow, and Viktor immediately started adding the corpses to the circle according to the memories and experience of the past emperors as well as his instincts—after all, he also had the same skill they had.

"Is this a ritual?" The woman's voice was heard once again as she materialized inside the basement.

"Please, I need silence," Viktor said as he focused on the ritual. He had never done anything like this before, so he wanted to be as careful as possible to ensure success.

"Sure," she replied as she stepped back, understanding Viktor's situation.

Viktor, on the other hand, immediately activated his skill as the red glow intensified dramatically, blinding everyone in the room. As the light slowly died down, ten silhouettes could be seen within the glowing circle, and when the light disappeared, the ten silhouettes were replaced by ten beings who were standing in the circle in their birthday suits.

Each of them had tiny horns on their heads and incredibly pale skin. These were the newly created subordinates, or demon goblins, some of whom were female, and the other five were male. The woman, seeing their nakedness, immediately waved her hand as clothes slowly materialized on their bodies.

"Hmm," Viktor groaned at the display of power, but didn't think much of it as he continued the ritual.

Several seconds later, a blood-red aura rose from the ten subordinates with such force that it started pushing the air around them away. Despite the impressive display, the two didn't seem bothered in the slightest as Viktor waved his hand, and the once oppressive aura disappeared like it never existed.

"They are ready," Viktor said with a smile as he was impressed with his work.

As soon as he said so, the motionless demon goblins seemed to have suddenly gained life as they slowly started moving their limbs, and when they finally had a good feel of their bodies, they all bowed down towards Viktor.

"My Lord," they all echoed.

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