There is another type of noble succubus lineage, the royal family among succubi, possessing a beauty that could enchant demon lords... distinguished by their heart-shaped tails... However, the charm demon race is said to be extrely rare nowadays...
Udi ate large chunks of roasted dragon at, listening to the succubus’s introduction, rather leisurely.
However, while Udi was relaxed, Diya Harut felt a bit restless.
Until now, Udi had already cut its at over a dozen tis.
Every ti, the chunk was bigger than a person... although insignificant compared to the Abyssal Demon Dragon’s body of over forty ters, the decreasing flesh, and the fear it invoked, wouldn’t let any blood-flesh creature with such emotions remain calm.
"Could this guy want to eat alive?" The Abyssal Demon Dragon Diya Harut started feeling sothing was off, unable to resist speculating wildly.
Ti passed, as chunks larger than a person were eaten by Udi, Diya Harut watched helplessly as one of its entire dragon claws was stripped down to the bone until it finally couldn’t hold back anymore and roared lowly,
"Black Dragon, what do you want!"
Udi still ignored it.
He’s nowhere near done eating.
He still wasn’t full.
Udi’s disregard completely stirred the Abyssal Demon Dragon’s deepest fears; it would rather die swiftly than be tortured to death.
Watching the Abyssal Demon Dragon roar uncontrollably, struggling crazily again, those lower-tier succubi were panicking, even if the Demon Dragon’s extraordinary abilities had been restricted mostly by the demon spider silk, including Long Wei, the remaining amount was enough to make these lower-tier succubi with a maximum Level 9 tremble.
The Molten Turtle, stoking the fire, remained calm.
After all, witnessing the master’s power firsthand, the terror of the Abyssal Demon Dragon wasn’t as significant.[Stable]
"Keep roasting, don’t bother." Udi’s calm voice ca through, smoothing out the tension among the lower-tier succubi.
The roasting continued.
And after a venting episode, Diya Harut found that strange Black Dragon still had the succubi roasting at, slicing its flesh continuously, and devouring it hungrily...
Diya Harut’s ntality finally broke down.
It murmured lowly,
"I can... submit... to you, master."
A sowhat untily burp sounded from Udi’s mouth, but he didn’t care; he stood up, looking at the finally subdued Abyssal Demon Dragon, inexplicably saying,
"Your response leaves both regretful and satisfied."
Diya Harut naturally understood what Udi regretted and was satisfied about.
It finally realized that the other intended to eat it alive—if it didn’t submit.
Monts later, under the witness of the Platinum Dragon God’s divine aspect Bahamut, the Abyssal Demon Dragon beca Udi’s mount.
Yes, a mount.
What’s wrong with a Martial Monk having a mount?
Later on, Udi used Spiritual Energy to transform into a Dragon-man form, riding an Abyssal Demon Dragon wasn’t impossible.
As for the issue of short transformation ti... that’s not a problem either, a few years of constant banquets, and Spiritual Energy would accumulate naturally.
Released from the demon spider silk bindings, Diya Harut, finally free, had tears in its eyes.
Abyssal Energy surged from its body, attaching to the dragon claw that had been stripped to bone, blood, and dragon scales began regenerating at a visible rate.
Yet there was always a heated gaze nearby...
Diya Harut glanced over, finding Udi intently staring at its wounds, and suddenly, a sense of impending trouble welled up within it.
Sure enough—"Your recovery is quite fast...." Udi smiled.
Diya Harut’s dragon face twitched, anxiously explaining, "Although the at grew back, new flesh takes ti and a significant amount of Abyssal Energy to reach its previous strength and condition; it may seem to recover quickly, but it’s rely superficial, not practical...."
"I see." Udi was sowhat disappointed.
However, it made sense; when he was injured, using magic to heal wounds and regenerate dragon scales rely looked like recovery; in reality, newly-grown dragon scales were fragile and needed ti to harden or consu a large amount of magic power or treasure to restore strength.
Therefore, if severely injured, without substantial resources or very high-level Healing Techniques in the short term, even Udi would need a good period of recuperation, and during this period, his power would be exceedingly weak.
Seeing the master abandon that cruel thought, Diya Harut couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief internally.
Then there was a touch of sadness and pain.
It was a Triangular Four-winged Abyss Demon Dragon, a noble and powerful presence within the Abyssal Demon Dragons!
Now, it had beco a mount.
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