According to Nenasha's speculation, Herbert's current magic resistance is almost on par with that of a High Tier golem—completely immune to Middle and Low Tier magic damage.

Of course, this resistance refers to those element and mental magics.

Conjuring an Ice Cone Stone Spear for a piercing attack is not included—because, damn it, that's physical damage.

A Middle Tier mage swinging a staff to hit someone doesn't count either!

But even so, this is quite an exaggerated passive ability.

Herbert's journey to tame the Mist Ghost Wolves was not smooth from the start.

In the face of this "Wolf King" from an Alien Race, even though there was fear, there were more who resisted than those who submitted.

Herbert didn't bother with reasoning, he opted for the most straightforward, most efficient method.

Kill.

Kill the leader first, then take out the rebellious troublemakers.

Slay all who refuse to submit.

The ones left, naturally, are obedient.

Even if some pretended to submit but harbored discontent, it didn't matter.

As long as they didn't want to die, they would come to terms with it and certainly not rebel.

Hence, as the wolf pack following him grew, so did the Wolf Souls in his possession.

When Herbert slaughtered the fourth High Tier Ghost Wolf, the situation took on a subtle change.

He discovered that the abilities he gained from the Mist Ghost Wolves were unexpectedly enhanced once again.

His magic resistance had increased yet again!

Based on previous tests, the effect of improvement from the same kind of demon did indeed hit a bottleneck after a hundred of them, with further absorption yielding minimal benefits… but it wasn't ineffective!

The more Ghost Wolves he devoured, the stronger the feeling in Herbert's heart that a quantitative change was about to trigger a qualitative change.

Thus, Herbert's pace of conquest became larger.

Initially, he was conquering for gathering more subordinates, later, he turned completely into a slaughterer existing purely for massacre.

The rebellious were slaughtered, any pack showing resistance was directly slaughtered, those who didn't resist… well, kept them for now, wait until they resist.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

With the clear positive feedback and the replenishment of Slaughter Power from the War Angels, Herbert almost went blood-crazed, feeling like he was on the verge of going completely insane.

If it wasn't for catching an accidental glimpse of Fao preparing to make another sacrifice and regaining some humanity, Herbert would have really had to rely on Nenasha to forcibly calm him down.

In the end, to make up the number of heads, Herbert found an excuse at random, using a few rebellious High Tier Ghost Wolves to make up the numbers.

What do you call taking undue credit for killing the innocent?

It's called keeping them with me forever!

That's a blessing!

And after the increase in magic resistance, Herbert reluctantly stopped his campaign and returned to his beloved Elda Territory.

This time, Herbert had slaughtered half of the Mist Ghost Wolves in the outer ring of the Mist Mountain Range, not bothering with the few stragglers left.

The remaining thousand Ghost Wolves were dispersed around the Elda Territory, allowing them to roam freely, always waiting for his call.

This way, he wouldn't have to worry about these Ghost Wolves' food issues and could have them offer some prey to the Elda Territory.

"Phew..."

After rinsing off for a while, Herbert felt uncomfortable with his water-soaked pants.

But just when Herbert was about to take off his pants as well... his hand was suddenly grabbed by Fremay.

"Huh?"

Fremay glared at him: "What do you mean huh? There are others here too!"

Herbert blinked, glanced back at the dazed girls of the Priest Order, and shook his head at the mermaid lady.

There.

Clearly, she was being protective.

"Hehe."

Herbert chuckled, did not resist, and instead reached out to wrap his arm around the mermaid lady's waist.

This time, the cleaned-up hero was not rejected by the princess.

Fremay wrapped her arms around Herbert's neck, leaned closer for a sniff, and, upon confirming there was no scent of blood, nodded in satisfaction.

With a flick of her fingers, she snapped.

Snap.

Instantly, the water droplets on Herbert's body vanished, and the water elements on his body were gathered in her palm.

Feeling dry all over, Herbert smiled, touched his forehead to Fremay's, then released her.

With others present, Fremay still wasn't too accustomed to further intimacy—but the mermaid lady did enjoy clinging to his neck from behind.

Even though aware this behavior might be a bit inappropriate, she still stubbornly remained attached to Herbert.

Whatever!

If you like to look, then look, I'll just cling onto him!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Joanna looked at the "boy emerging from the bath" scene and suddenly froze.

It wasn't that her heart was stirred, but her mind was.

White hair, gray eyes, young boy...

These characteristics, I think I've heard them somewhere before... where was it?

She pondered, and her mind flashed back to the person Laila had mentioned and complained about to her repeatedly.

!!!

Joanna's mouth dropped open, and she asked instinctively: "Are you, Herbert... sir?"

She was a bit bewildered.

The arrogant youth in Laila's words was actually the master of a Legendary Heroic Spirit?

Is he... Him?

Or is it that he is actually a Divine Favorer, with a Divine Spirit descended upon him?

In her shock, Joanna belatedly added a respectful term, ensuring she didn't appear too rude.

"Oh? You know me?"

At that moment, Herbert was being playfully poked on the cheek by the shy mermaid lady. He turned and smiled at the words.

"Since you know my identity, that makes things simpler. I am probably the Herbert you've heard of."

"Welcome to my territory."

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