Cleaning up the battlefield is always a chore. But it is not a painful thing for the citizens who have just won a great victory and for those in the slums who do not know how much they have suffered in silence.

People sang their own hymns to the great "savior" Max, even though Max was unconscious and was carried into Camille's RV to rest.

Everyone had seen with their own eyes how the mighty Max killed the evil demon "Immortal Old Joe", and the image of this man was so tall that it stood in everyone's heart.

At the strong request of "Commander" Camille, the bodies of the dead "Rock Sheep" Larry Alek and "Giant" Andre were collected and prepared for a proper burial. After all, many people agree with what Camille just said.

"Bury them well, they are just warriors, and soldiers, there is no right or wrong, only obedience. They are excellent enemies and powerful humans. For some reason, Camille bites the word "human" hard, as if to emphasize something.

As for the rest of the more warriors, they have more important things to do.

Representatives of the coalition forces from the slums - the sewage ditch slum "Whistle John", the "Jaga mother-in-law" in Sackcloth Lane and the family members of the factory accepted the grand surrender of the remnants of the old Joe's army under the leadership of the remaining thirteen political commissars.

There must have been 10,313 people who had been automatically disarmed, subjected to any form of sanction, obediently chained, and temporarily imprisoned in the basement and ground floor of the castle, which had been almost destroyed by the fight between the Demon King and Old Joe.

"It seems that this time we can at least have someone who understands us a little bit more than anything else in power." Granny Yaga "watched" the soldiers in her slum with her blind eyes open, and escorted batches of war boys who she once avoided and hated into the basement to guard. It seems to be very touching, like telling the people around him, and like an ordinary old man who is old and a little nagging is talking to himself.

"Yes, as long as there is such a result, whether it is you or us, the sins of these decades will not be in vain! Ahem - ahem! ”

Whistle John is no longer the handsome young man who can penetrate several different villages with his whistle and attract countless girls to look back. However, at this time, he seemed to have regained a little youthful enthusiasm and excitement, and his wrinkled face turned red with excitement, causing a terrible cough like coughing up blood, but he still insisted on expressing his joy and some opinions about the matter that he wanted others to know.

"Or rather, the bloody struggle of the children has made all this, and fortunately the man is strong enough, I can see that as long as Old Joe doesn't die, it all will become meaningless, after all, it's the Immortal Old Joe."

The youngest of the leaders in charge of the handover, Jack Sr.'s fifty-year-lost companion, Amila, the commander of the Immortal City Alliance, was shocked by the astonishing damage caused by Max and Old Joe in the battle they had just hauled.

"The two of them only used their fists to tear down the entire fortress of sin that could not be penetrated by heavy artillery. I can't imagine what the consequences of being an enemy of such a strong man will be.

Looking back at the broken down car where the demon king was resting behind him, he remembered the countless terrible offenses he had just made to such a powerful existence, and cold sweat ran down the old man's cheeks.

Old George on the side seemed to understand his wife's thoughts, hugged her gently, and comforted her softly.

"Believe me, he is a pure soul, innocent and immaculate in a completely different way from his terrible strength, and he will not harm us who are also victims."

The old man was noncommittal about her husband's comfort, but it was still the same, the man was too blindly optimistic about everything, even if he was so old, he was still so naïve.

But—

Subconsciously leaning his body towards the thin body, the old man showed a faint smile, as if he had returned to that happy time fifty years ago.

- Isn't that how you fell in love with him?

The two old men in the slum have subconsciously stopped looking at the two lovers who have reunited after a long absence. Two nearly ninety-year-old bachelors began to talk about what they had and didn't, as if they wanted to ignore the movement here. The blunt dialogue and deliberate evasive actions were so funny that the old people who hugged each other laughed out loud.

Soon, all four of them gave up the so-called reserve of the elders and laughed happily together.

The corpses of the enemy killed on the battlefield were handed over to Father Anderson and his priests at the "volunteer" of Father Anderson.

It is worth mentioning that this "volunteering" method is that when Hank's father and son offered to take someone to deal with it, they instantly stabbed seventeen swords into the ground less than ten centimeters in front of Hank. This move almost instantly made everyone give up arguing with this fanatical priest who initiated madness and did not distinguish between enemies and me, and simply handed over to him the work of disposing of corpses, which was still a bit disgusting for ordinary people.

Huge fires have been raised, corpses have been gathered, and all remaining equipment has been removed, and in order to prevent the demons of hell and evil necromancers from taking advantage of these corpses, priests, led by priests, chant the prayers of the Pure Church and sprinkle blessed holy water.

Next, the blacksmiths dragged the blessed corpse and threw it into the fire, the flames scorched the corpse, emitting an unpleasant stench, which made many people who smelled it for the first time retch, and a few women were not strong in control and even passed out by smoke. It's scary and disgusting, but it's necessary to avoid plague and necromancy once and for all. Every person in the pure church, even the former clergy, has experience and psychological preparation in this regard, so even those holy priests did not even raise an eyebrow when they looked at this horrific burning scene.

Ignoring the huge flames dancing behind him, and ignoring the excitement of the crowd picking up the weapons scattered around the battlefield, Father Anderson walked through the crowd like a ghost from a previous era, lifelessly moving forward.

What he was going to do next was exhausting his almost endless courage.

When he opened the back compartment of Camille's dilapidated RV, the emaciated figure was as thin and painful as he had put it in before.

Gently picked up the "dead deer" Kaba who was "rescued" from the gate of the ancient battlefield when he and Camille were fighting on the ancient battlefield before, and then secretly stuffed into the back compartment of the vehicle.

Anderson didn't know what the expression on his face was, but silently walked towards the roaring fire under the horrified eyes of the people next to him.

"Son, let's go, Dad will give you a ride."