Sterl calmly observed the remnants of the Legion of Hell that had been torn apart, showing no intention of collecting them.
His followers were already numerous enough, and the imprinting of followers wasn't without its limits. It depended on the strength of his soul. The stronger the soul, the more followers he could control.
In comparison, Sterl preferred to collect powerful followers. Ordinary gods had already lost their value in his eyes, reduced to mere cannon fodder. However, he was still quite interested in the ancient Frost Giant Dragon Augustine.
"You... not bad," Sterl said, nodding in approval as he looked at the Frost Giant Dragon inside the barrier.
As someone about to become the ruler of a world, how could he not have a worthy mount? This Frost Giant Dragon, both in appearance and power, was more than qualified to be his personal steed.
