Chapter 95: Offering Flesh and Blood and Loyalty

Gao Ang's dragon claws dug deep into the Glutton Demon's chest, allowing him to clearly feel the beating of that heart.

Karu's black iron skin groaned under the heavy pressure, a reluctant roar rolling in his throat.

He opened his blood-filled maw, his shark teeth biting hard into Gao Ang's dragon arm, only to have his gums ache as if biting into black iron, his teeth shaken by the scales.

He struggled wildly, trying to break free from Gao Ang's suppression, but the great dragon on his back was as heavy as a mountain, the dragon claws unmoving; instead, with his struggles, they continued to press down inch by inch, crunching and crushing his breastbone.

"I will give you two choices."

Gao Ang leaned close, his hot breath smelling of sulfur and metal spraying onto the Glutton Demon's face, while his dragon wings slowly rose and extended, the blade-like wing bones pressing against the Glutton Demon's neck, slicing a line of blood as they pressed down.

"The first choice is death."

Gao Ang's gaze was stern, full of dangerous killing intent: "I will destroy your clan, break every one of your bones, dig out your heart, and place it in my trophy room; my inheritance tells me that a Glutton Demon's heart can survive on its own, perfect for verification."

"The second choice is submission."

Gao Ang's dragon claw pressed on the Glutton Demon's head as he spoke in a low voice: "Become my kin, serve me loyally; once you have established sufficient merit, I will grant you the Dragon Vein, turning you into a Dragon Vein Glutton Demon. In the future, you will be able to devour stronger prey, never go hungry, and your clan will flourish beneath my dragon wings."

The method dragons use to subdue kin can be summarized in four words.

— Intimidation and inducement.

Pure intimidation causes them to burn together with the jade, swearing never to surrender.

Pure inducement causes them to sneer and disregard it.

But when intimidation and inducement are combined, it is simple, direct, brutal, and effective.

For monster clans on the wilderness, survival is the most important thing; only intelligent beings living in fertile lands and civilized nations consider dignity and freedom.

The Glutton Demon gradually stopped struggling.

Under the threat of death, his mind, once filled with rage, cooled considerably, finally realizing that he was completely no match for Gao Ang.

Even though the opponent had abandoned his aerial advantage and come to the ground.

He still beat him without giving him a chance to fight back.

The seven-round bombing and a thorough beating made the Bone-Chewing Clan and the Glutton Demon recognize Gao Ang's strength.

Gao Ang released the Glutton Demon, who had stopped struggling, and watched him silently, waiting for an answer.

The Glutton Demon staggered to his feet, suddenly tore a piece of flesh from his body with his sharp claws, then knelt on one knee, collapsing before Gao Ang.

Holding it with both hands, he offered the bloody piece of flesh to Gao Ang.

The Glutton Demon spoke in a rough voice: "Please consume my flesh and blood, and accept my loyalty."

Offering one's own flesh and blood to a stronger being is the most ancient loyalty ritual among the ogre race, recorded in the Dragon Inheritance, and the flesh and blood of Glutton Demons are not poisonous.

Gao Ang took the flesh and blood, swallowing it down his throat.

Seeing this, the Glutton Demon knelt completely before him and said: "My name is Karu, King of the Bone-Chewing Clan. From now on, I will submit beneath your dragon wings and become your kin."

The clan leader submitted.

The other ogres no longer resisted, raising no objections; all knelt around Gao Ang and the Glutton Demon, swearing loyalty.

"Very good, rise."

"This will be the most correct choice you have ever made in your life."

Gao Ang said.

His inducement was not empty words; the Glutton Demon had good talent and was worth converting to the Dragon Vein, though not right now.

After loyalty, there is no longer enmity.

The sense of threat emanating from Gao Ang vanished, and the atmosphere was no longer tense.

Karu scratched his scalp, unable to stop drooling at Gao Ang.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he plucked up his courage and said: "Dragon Lord, may I taste you?"

"I do not ask for flesh and blood; um, you should shed your skin, right? Give me a piece of your claw skin or foot skin to taste, and I will be satisfied."

Karu's mind was full of eating, and he bluntly voiced his inner thoughts.

Gao Ang said calmly: "I have no skin, but those exploding dragon scales from before, I can let you eat some more, as long as you can swallow them."

Karu shook his head repeatedly.

Those exploding scales are not easy to digest.

Even with the Glutton talent, Karu still felt a burning pain in his stomach now, a lingering effect from forcibly swallowing the exploding scales earlier, which had caused some damage to his intestines and stomach.

"War Lizards, Gnolls, Grey-Maned Wolves."

"What is the current status of these three monster clans? You must have had conflicts with them during your expansion."

Gao Ang asked.

The Glutton Demon thought for a moment and grinned, saying: "The War Lizards' tails are delicious; their territory was breached by our clan, with most of them dead or injured, the rest scattering and fleeing. The Gnolls' meat is a bit gamey, and they run very fast; when they saw our warriors approaching, they abandoned their territory immediately, and we only caught a little. We didn't encounter the Grey-Maned Wolves; they fled in advance."

Gao Ang asked again: "Did you occupy Crescent Valley and Howling Cliff?"

The Glutton Demon shook his head: "Our clan's numbers are limited; after eating the remaining food in these places, we left; we did not occupy them."

After asking for a while longer, Gao Ang roughly understood the situation.

Because the ogre clan itself has limited numbers, their expansion is mainly a barbaric plunder and hunt, primarily for more food, with no intention of occupying the territories of other monster clans.

Facing their first wave of attacks, the Gnolls and Grey-Maned Wolves fled.

But given the Gnolls' cunning and deceit, and the Grey-Maned Wolves' attachment to their own territories, they will investigate the status of their territories afterward; once they discover the ogres have not occupied the land, they will likely return.

Roaming the wilderness and migrating to search for new territories carries too high a risk.

There is also the situation of the Scaled Earth Rift Road.

According to the Glutton Demon, at first merchant caravans came occasionally, 'delivering' them a lot of food, but later they came less and less.

Gao Ang could easily deduce this.

Due to the ogres' excessive, unplanned plundering, the Scaled Earth Rift Road was marked as a high-risk route, so fewer merchant caravans passed through here.

Not only that.

Perhaps there are still garrison troops monitoring the situation at the Scaled Earth Rift, posing a potential risk.

Thinking of this, Garos felt troubled and wanted to beat the Glutton Demon again.

Their mindless expansion had disrupted his plan to establish channels and obtain black oil steadily.

But fate is so fickle; variables and accidents can occur at any unknown moment. The world does not revolve around Garos; six years are enough to change many things, making it difficult for everything to go smoothly.

Since things have come to this.

Garos will think of another way.

If a problem arises, then find a way to solve it; there is no need to feel troubled by it.

"If the gnolls and gray-maned wolves are still there, howling cliffs are uncertain, but the Crescent Valley should have accumulated some black oil in the past few months."

He thought to himself.

Looking around, Garos saw the scorched earth littered with wreckage from his bombing. Immediately after, he withdrew his gaze and said to the Glutton Demon Karu: "Rest and adjust with your people; I will return soon."

Pausing, he added: "Do not raid the trade routes during this time; wait for my orders."

After instructing the Bone-Chewing Clan on some matters.

Garos shot into the sky, swept through the night, and headed for the Crescent Valley.

He hadn't eaten this in over six years; he missed the taste of black oil greatly and hoped some was stored inside the Crescent Valley.

(End of this chapter)