Chapter 95: Offering Flesh and Loyalty

Luo Si’s dragon claws sank deep into the Glutton Demon’s chest, clearly feeling the heartbeat of its heart.

Karu’s black iron skin groaned under the crushing pressure, his throat rumbling with a furious roar.

It opened its maw wide, shark-like teeth sinking into Luo Si’s dragon arm—only to be jolted back, teeth aching as if biting hardened xuantie, the scales repelling the bite.

It thrashed wildly, desperate to break free, but the dragon atop it weighed like a mountain; the claws did not budge, instead pressing down inch by inch with each struggle, crunching its ribs apart.

“I’ll give you two choices.”

Luo Si leaned down, his hot breath—sulfur and metal—blowing across the Glutton Demon’s face, while his dragon wings slowly rose and extended, the razor-edged wing bones pressing against its neck, slicing a bloody line.

“The first choice is death.”

Luo Si’s gaze was icy, brimming with lethal intent: “I will exterminate your clan, break every bone in your body, tear out your heart, and display it in my trophy chamber. My lineage teaches me that a Glutton Demon’s heart can survive independently—perfect for verification.”

“The second choice is submission.”

Luo Si’s dragon claw pressed down on the Glutton Demon’s head, his voice low: “Become my vassal, swear loyalty to me. When you earn sufficient merit, I will grant you dragon bloodline, transforming you into a Dragonblood Glutton Demon. Then you may devour stronger prey, never go hungry again, and your clan will flourish beneath my wings.”

The way dragons subjugate vassals boils down to four words.

——Intimidation and temptation.

Pure intimidation drives them to mutual destruction, refusing to yield.

Pure temptation makes them sneer, dismissing it as meaningless.

But when intimidation and temptation are combined—simple, direct, brutal—it works.

For monster clans of the wild, survival is paramount; only wise beings in prosperous lands and civilized nations care about dignity and freedom.

The Glutton Demon gradually stopped struggling.

Under the threat of death, its rage-fueled mind cooled, finally realizing it was no match for Luo Si.

Even if the opponent abandoned aerial advantage and came to the ground.

It was still utterly powerless against him.

Seven bombardments and a brutal beating had made the Gnawbone Clan, the Glutton Demon, recognize Luo Si’s strength.

Luo Si released the motionless Glutton Demon, watching it silently, waiting for an answer.

The Glutton Demon staggered to its feet, then tore a chunk of flesh from its own body with its claws, dropped to one knee, and collapsed before Luo Si.

It held the bloody flesh out with both hands, offering it to Luo Si.

The Glutton Demon growled: “Eat my flesh. Accept my loyalty.”

Offering one’s own flesh to a stronger being is the oldest oath of allegiance among ogre clans, recorded in the Dragon Legacy—and Glutton Demon flesh carries no deadly poison.

Luo Si took the flesh, swallowed it with a gulp.

Seeing this, the Glutton Demon fully knelt before him and said: “I am Karu, King of the Gnawbone Clan. From this moment, I submit beneath your wings, becoming your vassal.”

The chieftain submitted.

The other ogres ceased resistance, voiced no objection, and all knelt around Luo Si and the Glutton Demon, swearing loyalty.

“Good. Rise.”

“This will be the wisest choice of your life.”

Luo Si said.

His promise was not empty; the Glutton Demon’s talent was strong, worthy of dragon bloodline transformation—though not yet.

After submission, there was no longer enmity.

The threat emanating from Luo Si vanished; the tension dissolved.

Karu scratched its scalp, unable to stop drooling at the sight of Luo Si.

After a few seconds of hesitation, it gathered courage and said: “Dragon Lord, may I taste your flavor?”

“I don’t crave your flesh. Hmm… you must shed scales, right? Give me a piece of your claw skin or foot skin—I’ll be satisfied.”

Karu’s mind was full of eating, bluntly voicing its inner desire.

Luo Si replied calmly: “No skin. But those explosive dragon scales you ate earlier—you may have more, if you can stomach them.”

Karu shook its head vigorously.

Those explosive scales were hard to digest.

Even with its Glutton talent, Karu still felt a searing, burning pain in its belly—the lingering aftermath of swallowing the explosive scales, its gut injured.

“War Lizards, Jackal Men, Graymane Wolfmen.”

“How are these three monster clans faring? You must have clashed with them during your expansion.”

Luo Si asked.

The Glutton Demon grinned: “War Lizards’ tails are delicious. We broke their territory, killed or wounded most of them; the rest scattered. Jackal Men’s meat is fishy, they run fast—when our warriors approached, they abandoned their lands outright. We caught only a few. Graymane Wolfmen? We never encountered them—they fled ahead of us.”

Luo Si asked again: “Have you taken control of Crescent Valley and Wailing Cliffs?”

The Glutton Demon shook its head: “Our numbers are limited. After eating all the food left there, we moved on. We didn’t occupy them.”

After further questioning, Luo Si understood the situation.

The ogre clan, due to its small population, expanded through savage plunder and hunting—aimed solely at securing more food, with no desire to claim other clans’ territories.

Faced with their first wave of attacks, the Jackal Men and Graymane Wolfmen fled.

But given the Jackal Men’s cunning and the Graymane Wolfmen’s attachment to their land, they would later scout the area; if they found no ogres holding the territory, they would almost certainly return.

Roaming the wilds, relocating to search for new lands, carried too great a risk.

And the condition of the Scale Earth Rift Road.

According to the Glutton Demon, caravans occasionally arrived at first, “bringing” them plenty of food—but later, fewer and fewer came.

Luo Si could easily deduce why.

Due to the ogres’ reckless, unplanned raids, the Scale Earth Rift Road had been marked as high-risk, so caravans now avoided it.

Worse still.

There might even be garrison troops monitoring the road’s condition, posing a latent threat.

Thinking of this, Luo Si felt a headache—he wanted to beat the Glutton Demon again.

Their mindless expansion had shattered his plan to establish a stable channel for acquiring black oil.

But fate is capricious; variables and surprises arise unpredictably. The world does not revolve around Luo Si. Six years are enough to change many things; not everything can go as planned.

It was done.

Luo Si would find another way.

When problems arise, solve them—no need to be troubled.

“If the Jackal Men and Graymane Wolfmen are still around—and Wailing Cliffs are uncertain—but Crescent Valley likely accumulated some black oil in the past few months.”

He thought.

Looking around, Luo Si saw the scorched, ruined earth from his bombardment. Then he turned his gaze to Karu and said: “Rest and regroup with your clan. I’ll return soon.”

He paused, then added: “During this time, no more raiding the trade routes. Wait for my orders.”

After giving instructions to the Gnawbone Clan,

Luo Si shot into the sky, cutting through the night toward Crescent Valley.

He hadn’t tasted black oil in over six years—he longed for its flavor, hoping some remained in Crescent Valley.

(End of Chapter)