At the originally empty entrance of the cave, a mountain of meat emitting a strong smell of blood and wildness instantly appeared out of thin air.
Klar, who was directing his tribesmen to clear rubble while starving, was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he fell onto his backside, his iron pickaxe dropping with a “clang.”
The Kobolds who were busy working instantly panicked, but when they saw the giant black shadow coiled next to the mountain of meat, their terror instantly turned into fanatical worship.
Their Dragon Emperor had returned with a miracle.
“My… servants.”
Balthazar’s low voice, sounding like grinding rocks, echoed in the hollow, making the rubble on the cave ceiling rattle down.
He lay crouched beside the pile of food that was enough to feed these impoverished creatures for years, his dark red vertical pupils scanning the lowly figures below.
“Half.”
He extended a sharp claw and drew a deep dividing line on the mountain of meat, pushing aside several Parasaurolophus and some Triceratops meat chunks.
“Belongs… to… you.”
“Squeak! Woof! G-great Dragon Emperor! Praise your mercy! This is a feast bestowed by God!”
Klar trembled with excitement, crawling and scrambling to the very front to kowtow frantically to Balthazar, and the other Kobolds let out almost insane cheers.
Balthazar ignored their revelry.
He turned his head, opened his massive mouth, and began his meal.
This time, he did not chew slowly.
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“Crunch… sizzle…”
The harsh sound of metal being chewed and twisted intertwined with the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The Jeep’s engine block was instantly decomposed by the acid of his [Metal Digestion] in his throat, turning into a torrent of pure iron elements that quickly repaired his previously damaged scales and bones.
Each of the black iron dragon scales that had flown off regenerated at a visible speed.
The newly grown scales were even thicker than before, their edges faintly glinting with a ghostly cold light.
Half an hour later, his mountain of meat and metal trash had completely vanished, leaving only bloodstains all over the ground.
The sleepiness brought by satiety came like a tide, but he propped his eyelids open and looked at Klar, who was leading his tribe to frantically move the meat chunks.
“Send… food.”
He pointed to a piece of the freshest dinosaur tenderloin still being processed, and then pointed further inside the cave where Olga and the others were.
“To… Olga… and… Chloe.”
Then, a glint of sharp light flashed in his vertical pupils as he stared at Klar’s old face, which was distorted by excitement.
“Go find… more.”
“Wandering… kin… outside.”
“Tell… them.”
Balthazar’s voice grew lower and lower, carrying an unquestionable declaration of hegemony.
“Like… private property.”
“Let… them… come.”
Klar was stunned for a moment, and then the fanaticism in his eyes grew even more intense.
He understood what this meant—this tyrant not only provided food but also shelter.
In this chaotic world, that meant survival.
“As you command! As you command! I will also let all those lowly fellows know of Master’s glory!”
Balthazar snorted in satisfaction.
Finally, he closed his eyes and connected with the Main God in his consciousness.
[Exchange: Medium Survival Supply Pack (Vegetable/Fruit/Clean Water/Vitamin Combo) x 10 sets (30-day supply)]
[Consumed: 500 points]
“Whoosh—”
A large pile of green vegetables, bright fruits, and cases of bottled water—luxuries in this war-torn Black Beast World—appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the stone chamber, stacked as high as a small hill.
These things were merely snacks for the current Balthazar, but for Olga, Chloe, and even the entire Kobold tribe, they were the keys to maintaining health and life.
Having done all this, the taste of victory, composed of evolutionary exhaustion and the satisfaction of a full belly, completely overwhelmed him.
Balthazar moved his limbs with difficulty and curled up his massive body in the deepest part of the cave he loved.
His black dragon wings covered him like an iron curtain, and amidst the lingering scent of blood, he fell into a deep sleep.