Chapter 170: Magic Weapon

"Eat it," Luke ordered.

The one-horned wolf froze.

It let out a terrified whimper, shaking its head vigorously.

Even in death, the monitor lizard pseudo-dragon's presence was terrifying.

It feared that eating its corpse would lead to its own death.

Luke's eyes darkened.

"Eat it," he repeated, his tone sharper.

The one-horned wolf flinched.

Compared to the dead pseudo-dragon, it feared Luke even more.

Trembling, it crept toward the corpse.

Its instincts guided it toward the heart—the most potent organ.

It hesitated one last time.

Then—

It bit down.