“T-This…” The logistics office walked up and opened the box. In the end, the contents poured out with a crash and almost buried him.

“So many! How come there’s so many!!!” the logistics officer exclaimed as he struggled free.

He had just seen what it was that had crashed onto his body. They were vampiric fangs, werewolf skins with totemic tattoos, demonkin heads, arachne nuclei, etc. All of them were things that could serve as proof of contribution. Of course, a good part of them were military insignias representing the dark race combat squads.

Just like imperial soldiers, high-ranking dark race warriors possessed tokens of identity. These insignias were highly durable and wouldn’t be completely destroyed in most cases, hence their value as proof of contribution. Especially in large-scale wars, it wasn’t a great idea to go around carving heads and body parts after eliminating every squad.

What shocked everyone was the sheer number of these insignias. There were so many of them that the logistics officer’s calves were buried in them—there should be thousands of them at the very least.

Even for an all-out war, this was an outstanding number. One had to know that only...