Custom Made Demon King

Chapter 255 Roasted Suckling Dragon

Clack... clack...

A skeleton soldier with pale white bones was walking in the forest. On its bones were a few pieces of tattered clothes and armor, and it held a rusted and nicked longsword in its hand. Perhaps because this longsword brought a lot of weight, but after stepping on the thick black snow, its feet bones kept leaving strange footprints. Behind it, a large number of undead followed closely. The death knights remained silent as usual as they rode on their skeleton warhorses, rising and falling rhythmically with the hooves. The wights carried blood-stained scythes on their shoulders and floated three feet off the ground. Their tattered cloaks moved without any wind, causing the sound of eerie winds to come from their bodies from time to time.

A bone dragon flapped its wings full of holes and flew low above the forest. The thick spine allowed Cassandra to stand on it easily.

After the snow disaster, there were no sounds in this forest that was supposed to be full of vitality, and even the cries of bugs could no longer be heard. All the plants in the entire forest had turned into black withered branches. Although the tall trees were still standing upright, they were all bare because their leaves had already withered under the black snow...

Giovanni turned into a huge bat and flew in the air. From above the forest, he saw the scene of death and silence below. Even though he was an undead vampire who had always lived in a ghastly cemetery, seeing this scene in front of him made him shudder.

That demon... Osiris, why is his ice and snow power so strange and terrifying? Giovanni thought. He could feel that the forest had completely lost its vitality, and it became like this only after a heavy snowfall.

Roy and Julia were also flying in the air, following behind the undead army. Julia flew higher and looked down at the forest from above. After moving down again, she said to Roy, “The coverage of your magic power seems to have increased.”

Roy smiled, tacitly agreeing. In fact, any caster would experience this. With the continuous use and practice of magic, not only would the body form an effect similar to muscle memory, but it would also allow the caster to have a deeper understanding of magic, and the magic they released would become even more exquisite... Roy was in this state now.

Back in the desert, it was much harder to use magic power to affect the atmosphere and climate. But in this forest with abundant moisture, the might of Roy’s magic power was vividly demonstrated.

It did not take long for Roy and the others to reach the center of the forest. Roy took out the ‘Soul Attracting Flag’ with his Osiris Mark and began collecting the souls in this forest.

As he inserted the Soul Attracting Flag into the ground, the Osiris Mark on it lit up, and countless souls flew toward Roy. Most of the inhabitants of this forest were ordinary animals, so these souls were actually just some animal spirits. The smallest was about the size of a grain of rice, and the biggest was only about a table tennis ball.

However, there were a lot of these animal spirits. Roy had almost bottomed out of souls, so he did not reject any. When these soul lights gathered, the entire forest seemed to have a beautiful river of stars.

Seeing Roy plundering so many souls, Giovanni would be lying if he said that he was not envious.

Undead creatures did not have souls; their souls had dissipated the moment they died. The Raise Dead spell of necromancers did not actually summon their souls back to make the undead rise again, but it was a method to protect their bodies with the power of death and awaken their remaining consciousness. During this process, because of the lack of souls, the reanimated undead often lost a lot of memories, which was why many undead became muddle-headed and had no consciousness.

The more high-level the necromancer using Raise Dead, the more memories the undead could retain. For example, although skeleton soldiers might not necessarily recall their memories, they could retain more combat experience in their bodies and become more agile and brave in battle. This was one of the reasons why the undead under the command of high-level necromancers were stronger.

Giovanni was a vampire, and he had transformed into a vampire through a ritual. But in the same way, regardless of the method, his soul had been lost when he became a vampire. This was the price of eternal life. In fact, vampires were relatively special undead. They relied on absorbing blood to maintain the activity of their bodies, so even without souls, they could retain very high intelligence and more awareness.

Therefore, just like other undead, vampires were extremely envious of living beings with souls, especially necromancers who were alive but practiced necromancy. Necromancers had to use their mental power carefully to enslave these undead. Otherwise, once they lost control, the first thing the undead would attack would be the necromancers. Who told them to have souls?

Due to the absence of a soul, Giovanni’s body had long lost all kinds of sensations, just like other vampires. They did not know pain nor joy. Only when drinking blood would they feel a sense of satisfaction that they had not experienced for a long time. Giovanni knew his shortcomings, so whenever he saw demons plunder souls, he would feel intense envy.

Why can demons devour these souls while I can’t? If I had the ability of demons, maybe I could rely on devouring souls to regain my own soul?

However, despite being envious, Giovanni knew that this demon in front of him was not a good character, so he could only hide this envy in his heart.

Roy was collecting souls when the ground began to shake rhythmically, and the trees in the distance fell to the ground with cracking sounds. Fat Tiger’s enormous body was dashing through the forest and ran to Roy.

After a few loud thuds, Fat Tiger loosened his mouths and threw a few... dragon corpses in front of Roy!

These dragon corpses that Fat Tiger brought back were naturally a few infant dragons living in this forest! Although they were infant dragons, they were about one to two meters long and weighed at least fifty to one hundred kilograms. They looked like bison.

The bodies of these infant dragons were covered in a layer of black snow, and underneath the snow was tender green skin. The very soft dragon scales did not have much protection, and Fat Tiger’s teeth had bitten through them, causing golden blood with spots of red to flow out. At a glance, Roy knew that they should be the young of green dragons.

The adult dragons were very powerful, but their young-these infant dragons were very fragile, so fragile that they died under Roy’s Desolate Virus. This was really unexpected.

“Aw!” “Woo!” “Woof!”

Fat Tiger happily jumped in front of Roy a few times, causing the ground to tremble. He looked very excited, and his three tongues were hanging down from his mouths and dripping with saliva... Roy immediately understood what he meant when he saw this and said in surprise, “You want me to roast these infant dragons for you to eat?!”

Fat Tiger lowered his heads and rubbed against Roy’s body flatteringly, expressing appeal. After rubbing, he lay on his stomach on the ground and stared straight at Roy with anticipation.

“Okay, okay!” Roy knew that this guy had lost interest in fresh and bloody food ever since he had eaten roasted meat. This time, he actually caught a few infant green dragon corpses. He probably wanted to try something new and planned to have some roasted dragon meat...

However, why are there only these few infant dragons in this forest? Don’t dragons always care a lot about their young? Where are their parents?

Giovanni probably saw Roy’s doubt and said, “With infant dragons here, there’s most likely a dragon nest in the forest, but the adult green dragons may have gone out hunting for food. It may be a little troublesome when they return...”

This time, it was equivalent to Roy having taken advantage of when the adult green dragons were out to kill all their children...

However, Roy was not worried about the trouble that Giovanni mentioned. There was usually only one dragon nest in a forest, and even if the adult green dragons returned, there would not be many. Since these green dragons lived here, they might have some connection with the elven fortress. If they dared to return, Roy would just get rid of them together to prevent them from supporting the elves to deal with him.

Roy got Fat Tiger to spit out flames and start a fire on the spot. Then he began to roast these infant dragons. The smell was quite fragrant, and it felt no different from roast suckling pig, making Roy look forward to it. Fat Tiger was salivating. He smelled the aroma and paced around Roy impatiently, but his eyes were fixed on the meat above the fire, waiting for the meal. Giovanni looked at this scene and felt very uncomfortable for some reason. It was probably his first time seeing someone roast infant dragons... Afterward, Cassandra, who had been patrolling, returned. She brought back a bunch of corpses of elven rangers and said to Roy, “Master, the news hasn’t been leaked. The corpses of these elven rangers were still far from the edge of the forest!”

“Okay, that’s good. As long as we pass through this forest, it’ll be too late for them to find us!” Roy nodded.