[Ding! The host has devoured three cores. You have received 12 attribute points.]
[Ding! The host has devoured ten cores. You have received 40 attribute points.]
Hundreds of notifications popped up in front of Orion, but he dismissed each of them and decided to check out his rewards later.
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Meanwhile, at the bandits' hideout, the crimson flame was burning everything in sight, and the bandit leader stood amid the chaos, confused by what had just occurred.
'What the hell is going on?'
'Why were the palace guards attacking my men?'
'Who ordered the palace guards to fight in the first place?'
'The queen…? No way.'
'I thought the queen was gravely ill, so she couldn't have been the one.'
'Then who had the spine to lead the guards into this battle?'
'Also, who was the mage that cast a huge crimson fireball?'
The bandit leader, Marco, couldn't believe what he was seeing.