CH : 3 Hunting, Third Feast and System (Re-edited)
I pretended to be ferocious and said, the rational gradually awoke. Emilia and Hannah looked at the ferocious me; their eyes immediately showed a trace of fear and dread.
Their big brother is so scary, more than a vicious dragon. The two little fledgling dragons hurriedly nodded their heads, their heads lying on the ground, to honestly submit to me.
After this lesson, the two dragonesses, Emilia and Hannah, would rather eat dirt and probably wouldn't dare to spy on my prey anymore.
Seeing the color of fear in the eyes of my dragon sisters, I finally nodded with satisfaction. It seems that the lesson this time was impressive enough, and this time there will finally be no more worries.
I no longer looked at my miserable dragon sisters. These wounds weren't a big deal for a dragon, and I was sure this could even motivate them to grow stronger. I turned my body around, and with big steps, I walked out toward the outside of the lair.
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Ever since the incident of the twin dragon electric fan, I have been going out early and returning late every day, preserving the prey I hunted with acid spit and sinking it into the mud puddle.
I was accumulating reserves for the third feast while exploring this dark forest. And during these weeks, my mother got even lazier. I didn't think it was possible, but it did happen somehow. During these times, dragon sisters Emilia and Hannah were very well-behaved, and due to my mother's generosity, were somehow surviving by eating literal dirt or whatever my dragon mother threw at us if she was feeling particularly pleased. But it's a big if.
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Omni POV
It was another dark and windy night in the Black Forest. A black shadow flashed through the dense jungle, and in the clearing of the woods, a Sword Wind Wolf, with a huge wound on its leg and stomach, let out a low roar toward the surrounding dense jungle, with a fearful expression.
This nearby wind wolf magic creature encountered an unprecedented crisis at this moment. A black dragon fledgling stared at him, having just sneak-attacked him with its claw, wounding his back leg to his upper stomach. A large area of skin and flesh was torn off, white bone exposed, and then, like an experienced hunter, the dragon hid in the dense jungle, patiently waiting for his physical strength to fade.
The wind wolf is familiar with this tactic because he himself used it against so many of his prey.
As in cases of bleeding wounds, physical strength tends to be rapidly lost, and in the end, even if one survives, it is even more difficult to escape death.
The wind wolf paces around anxiously. The light green wind element in his mouth condenses and does not dissipate. At all times, he can burst out with an overwhelming blow.
It is by relying on this card that he made that black dragon fledgling scornful and did not directly pounce on him.
Secretly converging my breath to hide, I am indifferent, staring at the Sword Wind Wolf demonic creature. I licked the corners of my mouth at the filament of blood, which comes from the wind wolf itself.
The taste is very good. Killing this Sword Wind Wolf, one's third feast progress is definitely enough.
An adult wind wolf is a third-level magic creature whose strength is not weak. A hand of talent-class spell, sharp edge, has killing power enough to cut a waist-thick tree.
Although I don't think that the sharp edge issued by this adult wind wolf magic creature can kill me, after all, my body has been strengthened by two feasts. The main direction of the second feast is to strengthen the dragon scales, coupled with the fact that the dragon scales of a giant dragon are not weak in terms of spell/magic resistance itself.
Even if it's just a fledgling dragon, its dragon scales have a certain amount of spell resistance, and it's very popular with low- and middle-level spell masters.
However, even with heavy protection, I do not want to eat an adult Sword Wind Wolf who is dying and sends out a wind blade.
As they say, a bloody protagonist is more dangerous than an overly confident, overpowered protagonist.
As a dying thing, they always think of taking their enemy with them and won't care about their injuries.
In the face of the enemy, you can't be soft; your genes are deteriorating, your will is weakened, and you can eat away at every step.
And just waiting here wasn't a big deal. Stalemate for a few moments, the wind wolf's sanity finally broke with the loss of blood and strength.
"Roar…"
A tyrannical low roar, red eyes scanning the surrounding, robust wolf body, leaped seven or eight feet away. A few silhouettes disappeared in the dense forest.
'Want to escape?'
Hidden in the surrounding dense forest, I sneered, no longer covering the figure. More than 3 meters long, my robust dragon body instantly turned into a shadow, chasing up.
However, my finger just appears the next moment, sharp claws heading directly towards my head. It seems that this guy is luring me.
"Want to fight to the death, huh?"
I saw the situation was a little serious and got serious too.
My eyes stared at that half-meter long, thin-as-cicada egg white sharp edge. As for the incoming wolf claws, I directly chose to ignore them. This is confidence in my own dragon scale defense.
In the next instance, I put up two sharp dragon claws and ruthlessly plunged them into the eyes of the Sword Wind Wolf.
The sharp dragon claws were like two metal pencils, completely piercing into the wind wolf's eyes, penetrating through the brain and killing it in seconds!
The wind wolf, receiving such a fatal injury, its huge body slightly stiffened, its muscles relaxed, and it fell heavily to the ground, turning into a warm corpse.
The battle ended. I touched my jaw, where the wind wolf's claws attacked, feeling the stuttering sensation brought by the silky cracks on the dragon scales and the faint dragon's blood. I let out a sigh of emotion in my heart.
'This is what it feels like to be injured?' That's right, these days, I have not been injured once in my daily late-night and early-morning hunts.
Of course, it's not that I'm strong enough to ignore so many demon monsters in the Dark Forest, but I've been cautious not to step out of the Black Dragon lady's territory.
Within the Black Dragon lady's territory, like this freshly dead third-level demonic creature Sword Wind Wolf under my feet, is already the most powerful group of wild monsters.
The sound of footsteps resounded again at the Black Dragon's next passageway. Emilia and Hannah, who were eating dirt and bones, habitually turned their big heads. Then they saw that I was dragging a huge wolf with fur white as an egg.
Emilia and Hannah's two little dragons' expressions gradually froze after recognizing the identity of the giant wolf: an adult Sword Wind Wolf, a third-order magical creature, an existence that is enough to easily abuse both of them. How could this order of magical creatures be hunted by Big Blackie?
During these days, Emilia and Hannah could see me dragging back some prey from outside the dragon's nest every day.
The weak ones are just some beasts that are not weak in strength, and the strong ones are also first- or second-order magical creatures. But these were still within the tolerance range of Emilia and Hannah, after all, I can easily defeat both of them, so having the strength to hunt second-order creatures is not too much.
'But hunting third-order magical creatures would be too much of a stretch, wouldn't it?'
'Obviously, everyone is just a small fledgling dragon that was born not long ago. How come you are the only one whose strength is so exaggerated?'
After being shocked, the two little dragons looked at me, and the color of awe in their gazes became more and more intense.
Evil dragons had always feared and respected the strong, and even humans, who were regarded as ants and food by the evil dragons, could generally be recognized by the evil dragons once they advanced to the Legend and became Legendary beings.
"Big brother Blackie!"
The dragon sisters greeted me respectfully as I returned. I glanced at the two little dragonesses and nodded slightly before stopping, dragging the wind wolf corpse to the edge of the mud pool.
Laying down on my back, I began to rest with my eyes closed. After an hour passed, the rested me opened my eyes. I rubbed my injured jaws with my coarse dragon fingers. There was no surprise; the dragon scales had already recovered, leaving behind only three insignificant faint white marks.
With this level of recovery, it wouldn't be much different from a five- or six-year-old black dragon cub.
At this moment, I was only born two months ago, and during these 14 days, the black dragon mother did not give us any food, and I usually just ate some ordinary beasts to satiate my stomach, while sharing some with sisters.
After all, hunting good quality prey was used as a feast to open the reserve food to store up.
"Emilia and Hannah, you two salvage all of Big Brother's reserves."
I said nonchalantly. Forced by the majesty of Big Brother, the two little dragons didn't dare to resist and capriciously began to work, as they clearly remembered the last beating their brother gave them.
The two little dragonesses stood at the edge of the mud pool, and Emilia jumped into it with a flutter.
Not long after, the food within the mud pool was all salvaged, like a small mountain in front of me.
All kinds of prey were various and diverse. At this moment, I had quite a sense of accomplishment in my heart. This was the food I had saved after nearly 25 days of hard hunting.
'Hunting is really too tiring. In the future, I must get a batch of dependents specializing in finding various, diverse, and strong food for me.'
I also secretly resolved in my heart. Otherwise, according to my own increasingly exuberant appetite, the stronger my strength, the more I eat. Then, in the future, I will either be on the way to find food or on the way to fight. This is not the life I want as a mother-fucking evil dragon, not to mention all the mining and forging I had to do to get those rare minerals.
"All right, you guys, back off. Big brother is going to start eating."
I casually waved my head. The two little dragons obediently backed off to the side, then drooled while eyeballing me tearing and devouring the blood and flesh.
'So hungry, so eager to eat.'
Emilia and Hannah looked on and stared at me, tearing and devouring the blood and flesh. The hunger and temptation almost made them lose their minds.
But the deep memories of the past surfaced in the minds of the little dragonesses when they couldn't hold back. After glancing at the marks left on their scales from the last beating, they sighed together.
"No, if we eat it, big brother will kill us."
Emilia and Hannah's eyes instantly regained clarity. They looked towards their big brother, who had already started his feast at this moment.
Crazily devouring the blood and flesh of beasts and demons, they felt a wave of fear in their hearts. The big brother present was so terrifying.
The two little dragons suspected that, at this moment, if they dared to go forward and provoke, it was estimated that even they would be eaten by big brother.
The state of me when the feast is activated would indeed terrify the little dragons.
As if a bottomless pit, my stomach crazily devoured all the flesh and blood that could be seen in front of it. The corpses, piled up into a small mountain, were rapidly diminishing!
Soon, only seven prey corpses remained on the ground. The rest of the prey corpses were all devoured. Then the blue screen popped in front of me.
[The Feast Progress: 100%]
With the front surfacing, my sanity finally returned to reality. I entered that pitch-black space for the third time.
Within the pitch-black space, I watched the rapid changes in my flesh as a spectator. The scales, muscles, bones, internal organs, blood, cells, and every fiber of my body were insanely elevated and strengthened!
A day passed in the outside world. I, who was lying on the ground, slowly opened my eyes.
On the other side, Emilia and Hannah, who had been fearfully sleepless, simultaneously met my eyes. At this moment, it was as if they were being stared at by a more superior creature.
Their scales trembled in fear, and they were terrified inwardly.
Luckily, the aura was only a flash, and Hannah and Emilia breathed a sigh of relief, gasping around and looking at their big brother in awe.
I didn't bother to look at my chicken-like dragon sisters as I first looked at the blue panel.
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Status:
Name: Babatos Caesar Volaric.
Race: True Dragon.
Biological Order: 3rd.
Occupation Level: None.
Body Length: 3.06 → 3.63M.
Vitality (VIT): 4.24 → 4.92.
Current Feast Tier: 3.
Feast Cooldown Time: 30 Days.
Abilities: Dragon Scales (LV 3), True Dragon Breath (LV 2), Draconic Vitality (LV 4), Draconic Might (LV 1), Draconic Magic (LV 1), Fly (LV 1), Dragon Eyes (LV 1), Bite (LV 2), Claw (LV 3).
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The body length reached over three meters six, a full 32 centimeters higher compared to before the feast was opened.
With a 0.68 increase in vitality, my vitality is now on the verge of breaking through to level five.
Which grade this level was located in, I couldn't describe specifically. After all, this attribute of [Vitality] was not introduced in the dragon's inheritance.
But anyway, right now I am very strong. Before the third feast, I was able to easily hunt down a third-order demonic creature, Sword Wind Wolf. And now?
I felt that I could touch the base of an early fourth-order demonic creature, even if my creature level had not reached fourth order yet.
"The change in my appearance isn't small either."
I twisted my short, thick neck full of muscles, a pair of dragon wings with an even bigger wingspan behind me, as well as even thicker, more powerful limbs.
If one were to say that the body ratio of an ordinary giant dragon was 1:1:1, belonging to the category of slender bodies, now the proportion of my body was getting bigger and bigger as my slender neck shortened.
The visual sensation caused by this was that, under the same body length, I was more oppressive than an ordinary giant dragon, and my volume was also much larger.
After reviewing the changes in my body, I, who was in a happy mood, took a look at Hannah and Emilia, who were cowering beside me.
I glanced at the several prey and bones on the ground that had yet to be eaten.
"These prey will be rewarded to you guys. Keep up the good behavior for a while."
"Reward for us?"
"Really?"
Emilia and Hannah couldn't help but be a little skeptical after hearing my words, and even repeated the inquiry, tangled.
I looked at the young dragonesses, who were successfully trained by me initially. My heart was full of gratification, and I smiled amiably and spoke.
"Of course, good children are naturally rewarded."
Emilia and Hannah looked strange. Why does this sound strange?
However, with the blood and meat to eat, the two little fledgling dragons that had eaten dirt and bones for half a month didn't care much. Even the usually more proud Emilia rushed to the prey, tearing and swallowing the blood and meat with big mouthfuls.
As they ate, tears of emotion flowed down from the corners of their mouths.
"Brother Babatos is really a good dragon, ah!"
On the side, Babatos naturally didn't know that his younger siblings were so moved.
He just looked at his own dragon sisters' bodies, which were too thin and weak. The two of them, standing together, were completely like two small children standing in front of their adult.
At least, as proud as Babatos Caesar Volaric, the older brother, the younger sisters surely couldn't be too weak. Otherwise, he would have no face in the future.
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Moreover, I had my own thoughts. For the most evil dragons, they would generally raise their heirs to the juvenile dragon stage before driving them out of the nest to fend for themselves, just like most born proud and strong species.
However, some of the more indifferent, proud, powerful, and heartless evil dragons would drive the young dragons that had just passed the fledgling stage directly out of their nests.