Chapter 92: Combat: Defeating the Entire Ogre Clan with the Power of One Dragon

Deep night, Luo Si retracted his dragon wings and hovered above the clouds.

His gaze pierced through the thin mist and darkness, overlooking the hills below.

Shattered Spine Hills—the territory of the Gnawbone Clan of ogres.

Six years ago, Luo Si had briefly surveyed this place; now, the hills remained largely unchanged, but the ogre territories atop them were utterly unrecognizable, nothing like his memory.

What were once sparse ogre encampments had expanded into a sprawling cluster of tribes spanning miles.

Hundreds of tents stitched from giant beast hides clung to the earth like tumors.

The number of bonfires had more than doubled from his memory; beside each fire sat five or six plump, muscular ogres.

They wore necklaces strung with prey teeth, draped in metal-scale skirts, and kept at hand steel maces, great axes, or warhammers—all of high quality.

Elite ogre warriors, standing around four meters tall, were numerous; even the most ordinary adult ogres exceeded three meters in height.

There were also ogre sorcerers—more than one.

Most striking of all was the throne atop the central hill.

It was a massive platform built from the bones of unknown creatures, coated in a dark red metallic lacquer that glowed vividly in the night.

Karu the Gnawbone occupied the throne.

This ogre, in size and appearance, was nearly unrecognizable as an ogre.

It stood six meters tall, like a giant.

Its body was bulky but not fat; beneath skin like black iron lay layers of knotted, millennia-old vine-like muscles, its mouth filled with shark-like fangs, and a pair of upward-curving horns sprouting from its head—its entire frame seemed forged of steel and iron, radiating an unbreakable aura.

Four-meter-tall elite ogre warriors constantly carried food, even rocks and giant logs, to serve Karu.

And Karu accepted everything.

Flesh, stone, wood—he devoured it all, his appetite seemingly endless.

“This appearance—it’s truly a Glutton Demon. Samantha wasn’t wrong.”

Luo Si narrowed his eyes, silently observing from the night sky.

Glutton Demon—a rare, high-tier variant among ogres, possessing the Gluttony talent, capable of surpassing its original physical limits.

As long as sufficient food was available.

A Glutton Demon could grow stronger continuously, and if it survived its growth phase, becoming a legendary creature was inevitable; in its own tier, its combat power rivaled that of superior dragons—white dragons, in particular, struggled to match it at the same level.

Gazing down at the Glutton Demon, Luo Si felt a pang of desire.

Until now, he had no core vassals.

The dire bears, worgs, and graymane werewolves—all had reached their limits; even after dragon-pulse transformation, their potential remained constrained, and the entire clan’s scale and strength were inadequate.

And judging by the current scale of the Gnawbone Clan.

The Red-Eye Clan, the Howling Moon Clan, and another lizardman clan had either abandoned their territories and hidden away, or were already doomed—they could not stand against the rising Gnawbone Clan.

“My own strength is paramount.”

“But a powerful vassal army is indispensable.”

Luo Si weighed his options.

Evil dragons are commonly hunted and besieged—this is well known; those who seek to slay dragons will relentlessly track and attack them.

A powerful vassal army can handle many unnecessary troubles for an evil dragon.

Luo Si did not consider himself an evil dragon—he saw himself as neutral—but he knew well that once discovered, he would be branded an evil dragon and hunted.

He couldn’t keep abandoning his territory and fleeing with his tail between his legs every time a hunt came.

Relocating to an unfamiliar environment meant risk; no monster lord willingly abandoned their territory unless utterly desperate.

Luo Si felt he needed to prepare in advance.

“This Glutton Demon hasn’t fully grown yet—and this ogre clan can become my core vassal clan.”

Luo Si, seeing his prey, began contemplating how to subdue the ogres.

There was one Glutton Demon, three ogre sorcerers, and numerous elite ogre warriors.

“First, check on the worgs and graymane werewolves—if they haven’t been wiped out, reunite them, bring Samantha, the dire bear pack, fire lizards, and giant fire ants, then launch a joint assault on the Gnawbone Clan.”

This was Luo Si’s first cautious, careful plan.

He stared at the ogre territory, eyes flickering, then slowly shook his head.

One of Luo Si’s goals was to one day defeat the entire world with the power of a single dragon—never again to live in fear.

His current caution served that future goal.

And though cautious, he was not timid.

Luo Si knew his own level, understood his own tier—he had clear self-awareness, not the kind of self-restraint that turns growth into stagnation; playing the fool too long risks becoming one.

“My speed, my burst—these newly evolved dragon wings have already placed me beyond defeat.”

“I need not fear this ogre clan, this unripe Glutton Demon—I can defeat them alone.”

“The goal—to defeat the world with one dragon—begins with this ogre clan.”

Luo Si confirmed it again and again: this was not arrogance or pride, but a rational assessment of both sides’ capabilities—even taking a small sip of fairy scale powder to sharpen his mind.

After deep deliberation, he made his decision.

Meanwhile, the Glutton Demon Karu gnawed on a marble block handed to him by his kin, crunching it into pieces and swallowing.

His appetite was too vast; if he consumed only fresh meat, the entire clan would collapse. As chief, for the clan’s long-term survival, the Glutton Demon ate stone to stave off hunger.

This served not only the clan, but himself.

Only when the clan grew stronger could it provide him more food.

Suddenly, Karu caught an unusual scent. He paused chewing and looked up at the sky.

A dragon silhouette, unhidden in its dragon aura and presence, appeared in the Glutton Demon’s vision.

Not just Karu—all elite ogre warriors and several sorcerers noticed the dragon’s arrival.

Yet they felt no fear; instead, they grew eager.

Since the Glutton Demon’s emergence, the Gnawbone Clan had been in a state of frenzy, excitement, and relentless advance—any creature blocking them or appearing before them was torn apart and turned into food to fuel their growth.

“It’s a young dragon.”

The two-headed ogre sorcerer, the most experienced, spoke with both heads simultaneously.

“What kind of dragon?”

Karu asked.

The left head of the sorcerer said: “Looks like a red dragon.” The right head disagreed: “No—it’s an iron dragon!”

“Definitely a red dragon!”

“Definitely an iron dragon!”

The two heads began fighting each other—the sorcerer seemed deranged, swinging fists, hammering his left head, then striking his right.

Karu asked again: “Tasty?”

Can it be eaten?

Is it good?

These were the Glutton Demon’s only concerns.

The two-headed sorcerer stopped fighting and spoke in unison: “Definitely tasty!”

Saliva dripped from Karu’s mouth.

He raised his head, eyes gleaming with cunning, and bellowed in a rough voice: “Dragon in the sky, come down to the Gnawbone Clan as my guest—I shall share my food with you!”

The red-iron dragon abruptly flared its wings—but did not dive. Instead, it scattered the surrounding clouds into a hollow hundreds of meters wide, surging upward into the higher heavens, as if frightened and fleeing.

Karu stared helplessly as the dragon’s silhouette shrank into the distance, barely visible, and sighed.

But before he lowered his gaze,

he suddenly noticed a crimson glow blazing far above, tearing open the sky like a crimson comet plummeting from heaven.

The monstrous dragon wings beat, and thick streams of dark red flame surged from the ends of its silver crystalline bones.

Luo Si’s speed surged.

The crimson scales on his wing membranes vibrated at high frequency, slicing the air with a thousand blades unsheathing, while his explosive scales, heated by extreme air friction, turned glowing red—and as altitude dropped, emitted thunderous booms.

Rock walls cracked; small stones rained down.

The sonic boom from breaking the sound barrier made ordinary ogres clutch their ears in agony.

Karu leapt to his feet, eyes blazing, fixed on the descending red-iron dragon like a falling comet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He pounded his chest, producing drum-like thuds; his bloated body visibly tightened, every muscle fiber coiling like steel cables, brimming with terrifying power.

“Come, dragon!”

He roared.

The elite warriors gripped their weapons tightly, standing ready; the sorcerers chanted spells, waiting for the dragon to land.

But they were disappointed.

When Luo Si neared the ground at three hundred meters, he suddenly flared his wings.

Boom—!

A shockwave rolled outward, uprooting and hurling tents into the air, sending dust and stones flying across the ground in chaos.

But this was merely the faintest ripple.

Luo Si did not stop; behind him, the flame streams surged violently, his body tracing a graceful arc through the air, adjusting direction with impossible agility, ascending once more.

At the same moment,

the explosive scales, heated to glowing red by extreme air friction, rained down like a torrential storm upon the Gnawbone Clan.

The pupils of Gluttony Mag Karu shrank abruptly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clusters of blazing fire surged skyward, erupting with the roar of an enraged dragon, engulfing Gluttony Mag and the elite warriors and sorcerers surrounding him.

(End of Chapter)