Chapter 475 - 285: Saying Goodnight in Demon King City_2
"I haven’t disclosed any information to anyone. How did the granduncle find out?"
The young man sitting on the Demon King’s Throne raised his hand. From his palm, a crescent blade gradually emerged, shimmering with a hazy golden light, yet entirely pure white and flawless.
This weapon with a long and slightly curved blade, though devoid of any decorations, possesses an exquisite and flawless beauty due to its pristine white material. The aura it emits compels those who witness it to instinctively kneel and worship.
The origin of this weapon is simple: it was crafted by honing a rib taken from the Immortal King. As the Demon King and second-generation Undying King, Wayne has devoted over thirty years of effort to this weapon.
Though he collected the raw materials and crafted this weapon entirely on his own, there’s never a wall without cracks in this world.
Even if he hasn’t told anyone, the moment something exists, there’s potential for it to be observed and perceived.
Therefore, Wayne isn’t very confident about whether the Holy Dragon granduncle already knows about this matter, especially since the Immortal King’s head was taken by him.
While the Demon King was puzzled and conflicted, the hatchling dragon he personally captured was fighting bravely. Although it faced only elite Skeleton Soldiers, an equally numbered group of well-equipped human soldiers could eliminate them without injury.
However, Terramus was just a three-year-old hatchling. Even with a body nearly ten meters long since birth, able to crush swathes of skeletons with a simple and crude Dragon Car charge, the vast and increasing number of Skeleton Soldiers, whose average strength was gradually improving, made the hatchling’s combat increasingly difficult.
Dragons are indeed powerful and can fight intensely for long periods, but ultimately, dragons are not beyond the biological realm; they still experience fatigue and hunger.
Even Terramus, with an Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, was the same. After fighting for two days and nights, the hatchling’s movements started to slow; he was now tired, sleepy, and hungry, needing a large meal followed by rest.
"Your Highness Stella, this hatchling dragon is nearly exhausted. Should we send more cannon fodder?"