"Don't try. This is the web spun by the 'Mimis Demonic Spider' that has reached the 19th order. You can't break free."
It's just a 19th-order monster, and I can't get away from it? What a joke!
Diaharut felt that he had been humiliated and frantically mobilized the abyss energy in his body. However, he soon discovered with a cold heart that the abyss energy that had been easily used in the past was now full of inertia, making it extremely difficult to mobilize.
"Let's see." A joking voice came from the side, and the other party explained in detail,
"The Mimis Demonic Spider is a rare demon spider that is comparable to your Abyss Demonic Dragon. If you are not entangled in its spider silk, you still have a chance to fight it. It is normal to even feel pressure when facing it. But once you are entangled in its spider thread, you can only become a meal on the plate.
The silk of this rare magic spider contains the property of energy failure. Once entangled, spells, spell-like abilities, magic, including abyss energy, etc, become almost impossible to use.
By the way, this spider silk cost me half of my treasure—well, half of the treasure I accumulated in the past two years.
Why did I buy it? Of course, I bought it for you."
The voice that was still thinking about introducing how scary and expensive spider silk is gradually stopped.
Because this Abyss Dragon with zero horns and four wings didn't listen at all and was still struggling.
"Oh, it seems that you are a stubborn dragon. I guess there is nothing I can do to persuade you." The voice was mixed with sighs and regrets.
However, the Abyss Demonic Dragon was still struggling.
It wasn't until the bonfire was raised and the smell of meat reached the Abyss Demonic Dragon's nostrils that its struggling movements froze slightly.
Why does this smell of meat feel so familiar? Diaharut was surprised.
As the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, and the golden rope that bound him couldn't be broken free at all, Diaharut couldn't bear it any longer and squirmed like a cicada chrysalis—that hateful sound and the bonfire were behind it, and its extraordinary senses and energy were restricted by the demon spider's threads. It must turn around, otherwise, it would only be blinded.
As soon as Diaharut turned his head, he saw the three-meter-tall dragon-like man holding a jet-black dragon horn several meters long in his hand. There was also a large piece of flesh with black scales strung on the horn, roasting meat on a bonfire burning with yellow flames, sprinkling a little spice on it from time to time.
Diaharut recognized it at a glance. It was his dragon horn that was used as a stick, and the piece of flesh was also his own flesh and blood.
"Asshole, how dare you!" Diaharut looked at this scene with eyes wide open, a strong sense of shame welling up in his heart.
The Abyss Demonic Dragon uses dragon horns and dragon wings as symbols of noble blood. Naturally, dragon horns and dragon wings have different special statuses in their eyes.
I glanced at the Abyss Dragon that was constantly shouting and furious, lowered my head, turned the roast to the other side, and then sprinkled a large amount of Castle Black maid's special seasoning on it.
Because of my spiritual training, I'm trying my best to cultivate my interest in eating.
As they roasted, the flames of the campfire on the ground began to weaken.
But it didn't matter. Next to the bonfire lay a lava turtle about seven or eight meters in size. Without my warning, the lava turtle impatiently spat out a stream of yellow flames—the flames spewed out from between the lava holes in its shell.
Lava turtles are abyss creatures. They can reach the 14th order as adults and are on the verge of reaching the top order. They are considered to be in the first echelon of powerful creatures among advanced creatures. Some elderly lava turtles have a high probability of breaking through to the top order.
But here in my grasp, the lava turtle that can kill thousands of soldiers is just a fire turtle.
"Yes, you are very perceptive. Well, I have decided—you will be my fire-burning turtle from now on!"
Looking at the turtle trying to control the heat, I smiled with satisfaction.
The turtle trembled, recalling in its mind the horrific scene of its entire lava turtle tribe being eaten up by the Black Dragon in just a few bites.
Diaharut looked at me, who didn't care about him at all, and then watched me eat his own meat with a satisfied look on my face. Finally, a trace of fear arose in his heart.
However, Diaharut did not say anything, and he was not stupid. I did not kill him, so there must be a purpose. As for what purpose, Diaharut could probably guess it.
Just be silent at this time. [The Abyss Demonic Dragon begins to watch calmly.]
"Too little meat."
After eating a whole piece of barbecue, I was satisfied with the delicious food but also a little troubled.
There was meat, but I didn't want to grill it.
What a hassle.
It would be a pity to eat raw meat directly. After all, it is a rare demonic dragon meat.
With a flash of thought, my eyes lit up, and I stepped into the Any Door that suddenly appeared in front of me.
Before the left-behind turtles and the bound Black Dragon of the Abyss could have any strange thoughts, Any Door appeared in the cave, and more than a dozen succubi were kicked directly from the opposite side.
I followed closely behind.
Soon, a dozen shivering succubi began to cook the meat.
As for the meat?
Freshly cut meat source—Abyss Demonic Dragon.
In response, a flash of anger appeared in the eyes of the Diaharut dragon, whose flesh was cut, but he endured it.
Roast, roast.
"By the way, why are the tips of your tails on the back of your butts like manes? I remember that the tips of succubi's tails are not arrow-shaped?"
The succubi who were grilling meat heard my question and looked at each other. One of them took courage and said with some trembling,
"Sir, we are just lower-level succubi. The kind you are talking about are upper-level succubi."
"Be clear," I asked curiously. Although I can read the Dragon Heritage, reading 'books' and listening to others are two different experiences.
Well, I'm just lazy.
"Sir, we lower-level succubi are born from crossbreeding with various creatures. We have mixed blood and low talent potential. Generally, it is difficult to break through when we grow to intermediate-level demons. We are born slaves," the brave succubus said carefully. While talking, she would occasionally glance at me secretly.
Every time, I couldn't help but think of the moment the opponent's, magic eye opened on my forehead. I immediately killed all the guards of the slave caravan and most of the slaves.
In a slave caravan of more than two hundred people, in just an instant, only a dozen of their lower-level succubi were left alive. The leader of the slave caravan that the succubi feared, a master-level half-orc, was directly wiped out—half of his body destroyed under that black light.
Most of the slave caravans and adventurers in the Abyss are dark creatures from other material realms, and demons rarely do this kind of work.
After all, chaotic nature.
Let them escort slaves to be sold for money, and all the slaves may be eaten before the journey is even halfway.
"High-level succubi are what you call them. They can grow all the way to high-level demons and have the opportunity to break through to great demons.
There is also a kind of succubus with the noblest bloodline, which is the royal family among succubi. They have amazing beauty that can fascinate the demon lord. Their tails are in the shape of a heart. However, I heard that the succubus royal family is extremely rare nowadays."
I ate the roasted dragon meat and listened to the introduction of the Succubus race, which was quite leisurely.
But I was leisurely, and Diaharut couldn't sit still.
Up to now, I have cut his flesh more than ten times.
Each time, it was a piece larger than a human being. Although it was not worth mentioning compared to the size of the Abyss Dragon, which was more than 40 meters, the flesh and blood on its body were eaten less and less. That kind of fear, as long as there is a little emotion, is difficult for flesh-and-blood creatures to calm down.
Ultimately, you are being eaten alive slowly.
'Does this guy want to eat me alive?' Abyss Demonic Dragon Diaharut began to feel something was wrong and couldn't help but make random guesses.
As time passed, as pieces of roasted meat larger than a human being were eaten by me, Diaharut watched helplessly as his entire dragon claw was cut into a skeleton. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and growled,
"Black Dragon, what do you want?"
I still didn't respond.
This is where you eat.
I haven't even eaten enough yet.
My ignorance completely aroused the fear deep in the Abyss Dragon's heart. It would rather die happily than be tortured to death like this.
Looking at the abyss dragon that kept roaring and started struggling crazily again, the lower-level succubi panicked. Even though the dragon was restricted by the spider silk, almost all of its extraordinary abilities, including dragon power, were sealed—except for the remaining bits. That alone was enough to make this group of low-level succubi, who were only at the ninth order of strength, tremble all over.
The lava turtle that made the fire was very calm.
After all, after witnessing the strength of that adult with his own eyes, his fear of this terrifying abyss dragon was no longer so great.
[Steady]
"Keep grilling and don't worry."
My voice came softly, calming the group of low-level succubi.
The barbecue continued.
After venting his anger, Diaharut discovered that the weird black dragon was still letting the succubi roast his meat, cutting his flesh constantly, and then eating it.
Diaharut's mentality finally collapsed.
He said in a low voice,
"I can surrender to you, sir."
A belch came out of my mouth at an inappropriate time, but I didn't pay attention. I stood up, looked at the abyss dragon that was finally tamed, and said in an inexplicable tone,
"Your answer makes me regretful and satisfied."
Diaharut naturally knew what I regretted and what I was satisfied with.
He finally understood at that moment that the other party had the intention of eating him alive—if he didn't surrender.
A moment later, under the witness of the divine side of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, the Abyss Demonic Dragon became my mount.
Yes, mount.
What's wrong with a monk spell caster having a mount?
After that, I used my spiritual power to transform into a dragon-man form, and it was not impossible to ride an abyss dragon.
As for the short transformation time, that was not a problem. After a few years of continuous feasting, my spiritual power would naturally increase.
Diaharut, who was freed from the demon spider's webbing, had tears in his eyes.
Abyss energy surged out of his body and attached to the dragon claws that had been eaten down to the bone. The flesh, blood veins, and dragon scales immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But there was always a burning gaze next to him.
Diaharut looked over and found that it was I who was staring directly at his wound. Suddenly, he felt his heart thump and had a bad premonition.
Sure enough—
"You recover from your injuries very quickly," I said with a grin.
Diaharut's dragon face twitched, and he explained nervously, "Although this meat has grown, it takes time and a lot of abyss energy to return the new flesh to its previous strength and state. It seems to grow quickly, but in reality, it just looks good. That's all. It's useless."
"That's it." I was a little disappointed.
But it made sense. Even when I was injured, I used magic to treat my wounds and grow dragon scales. While the injuries seemed to recover, the new dragon scales were actually very fragile and needed time to harden slowly, or I had to consume a lot of magic power and eat treasures to restore them to the same toughness.
Therefore, if the injury was too severe and there weren't a lot of resources or very high-tier healing techniques available in a short period of time, even I would need to rest for a long time. And during that rest period, my strength would be unprecedentedly weak.
Seeing that his master gave up on that cruel idea, Diaharut couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, sadness and pain set in.
He was a triangular, four-winged abyss dragon—one of the noblest and most powerful beings among abyss dragons, with a superior bloodline!
Now, he had been reduced to a mere horse.
"Master, let me eat them."
The Abyss Demonic Dragon glared ferociously at the group of succubi and lava turtles.
Mad, a group of low-blooded creatures—how dare they roast his meat!
He had to eat them!
Feeling the strong malice emanating from the Abyss Demonic Dragon, the group of lower-level succubi suddenly became drenched in cold sweat.
The lava turtle, which had always been indifferent, also changed its expression. The ingredients from a moment ago had suddenly turned into companions with a much greater value than it. It felt like it might really die.
Run?
It couldn't run, not at all.
The lava turtle started to freeze in fear.
"No, if you eat my fire turtle, then I'll have to catch another one. It's too troublesome. And the next one may not be able to control the fire so well." I shook my head and refused.
The lava turtle, which had been waiting for death in a daze, was shocked and thought, "Okay, okay, there's no need to die."
But Diaharut was still unhappy and said,
"Isn't it just a lava turtle? Master, I can catch as many as you want. Just let me eat them."
How many should be caught?
I was tempted for a moment, but soon realized that I didn't need so many fire turtles at all.
Without a fire, the lava turtle wasn't very good as food. At my current level, it had to be at least a top-order creature to be considered good food, making the feast more effective.
The lava turtle, which had been relaxing on the side, heard what the Abyss Dragon said and saw that his master was still a little excited. It suddenly felt as if it was going to die again.
"Okay, don't be too stingy when it comes to being a dragon. Why bother with those who make fires and cook?" I said lightly.
"Yes." Diaharut felt aggrieved, but now, as a mount, he could not disobey his master.
He could only glare at the group of low-level succubi and lava turtles.
His fierce and terrifying gaze made the former drenched in sweat again. The power of the abyss dragon was too overwhelming, causing them to tremble non-stop.
The latter had become completely enlightened after repeated trials of life and death.
In this life, he had to be a good fire turtle for his master.
He had to work on improving his fire control.
After that little interlude, I, in my three-meter-tall dragon form, sat on Diaharut's back and began collecting special products for the next feast in the abyss wilderness.
Diaharut was over 800 years old. According to the classification of the dragon clan, he was a mature dragon. As a triangular, four-winged abyss dragon with noble blood, Diaharut's strength was completely comparable to that of the strongest red dragon among the Chromatic Dragons of the same order.
Therefore, Diaharut's strength was approximately equal to that of a mature red dragon.
In fact, it was almost the same. Red dragons in their prime usually had pseudo-legendary strength. That meant they could probably compete with newly ascended legendary professionals—but they couldn't defeat them. However, they could still escape.
To sum it up in one sentence:
Above the legend, I will run away when I see you. Below the legend, you will run away when you see me.
"What is the growth pattern of your Abyss Demonic Dragon?"
I stood on Diaharut's back. If I encountered a high-quality specialty product (high-order and above), the dragon would spit out abyss breath to kill it directly, and then I would store it in the space spell's storage.
The process was obviously a bit boring, so I randomly found a topic.
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