Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 169: Come and Eat

But even as it gasped for breath—

Even as its body twitched uncontrollably from the pain—

It refused to fall.

Luke respected that.

Demons did not beg for mercy.

They understood that life and death were part of their existence.

The pseudo-dragon was no different.

"WOOOHHH!!!"

The pseudo-dragon weakly moved its melting limbs, locking eyes with Luke once more.

This time, it wasn’t a roar of desperation—

It was a challenge.

It wanted to fight to the end.

Luke smiled.

"Alright then."

This time, Luke inhaled even deeper, his chest glowing with fiery energy.

The amount of fire-elemental power flooding his lungs was far greater than before.

When it reached its peak, he unleashed it all at once.

A massive firestorm, nearly twice as powerful as the last, erupted from his mouth.

The pseudo-dragon mirrored him, its own flames erupting in defiance—

But it was already too late.

Its throat had been burned too severely.

The flames it summoned were weaker.

The collision was instant.

The pseudo-dragon’s nest collapsed entirely.

The tallest building in Jinlin City was reduced to rubble, disappearing beneath the overwhelming force of flames and destruction.

If humans had seen this battle, they would have wondered—

Why had the entire lizard-skull tribe vanished overnight?

But at that very moment, someone had seen it.

A small squad of humans, dressed in military uniforms, stood at a distance.

There were about thirty of them, all hardened warriors with sharp, experienced eyes.

They carried a strong sense of mission.

Yet, even they were shaken by what they had just witnessed.

The tallest building in Jinlin City, home to an entire demon faction, had just been burned out of existence.

They had seen monsters before.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

Even their trained war-hawks, used for scouting, had gone berserk—

The weak-willed creatures instinctively recognizing the presence of an apex predator.

"Kill them," their commander said coldly.

Without hesitation, the soldiers turned on their own beasts, cutting them down before they could turn against them.

When the last war-hawk fell, one of the soldiers sighed.

He muttered, "At least they got a burial."

A nearby Earth Mage nodded, using magic to bury the bodies in the sand.

"That’s more than we’ll get if we fail this mission," he responded grimly.

The commander smirked.

"If we succeed, there will be plenty of people to remember us," he said.

"And if we do succeed..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes flickering toward Luke’s battlefield.

"Then someone will have to protect us."

If Luke had been there, he would have instantly recognized this group.

These were the men sent to deliver the Demon System to Nate Dawson.

And now—

They had just seen the true extent of his power.

Luke soared over the ruined tower at the highest point of Jinlin City, letting out a powerful roar.

The meaning was simple:

The feast is ready. Come and eat.

Below, thousands of demon wolves gazed up at him with pure reverence.

For years, they had been oppressed by the Lizard-Skull Demons—

Their kin hunted, driven out, and reduced to scattered survivors.

Now, not only had they achieved vengeance, but they had also wiped out an entire enemy stronghold.

Even the mighty monitor lizard pseudo-dragon, whose roars had once made them tremble in fear, had been burned alive.

The wolves erupted in howls of triumph.

The lower-intelligence slave-level wolves could only roar in excitement, their voices echoing across the ruined city.

But the stronger spur wolves, those with higher intelligence, understood the full extent of what had happened.

They bowed low, pressing their bodies to the ground in a gesture of absolute submission.

For them, Luke wasn’t just their leader.

He was a king.

Luke let out a short, commanding growl, signaling the wolves to begin feasting.

His flames had purged the weak, leaving behind only the strongest remnants of flesh from the Lizard-Skull Demons and the Earth Giant Death Lizards.

This was the best meal they had ever had, food that would enhance their strength.

As Luke observed the wolves feasting, his gaze locked onto a single wolf in the crowd.

It was different from the others.

A three-eyed demon wolf.

But unlike the rest of its kind—

This one had a single bone spur protruding from its forehead.

At first glance, it almost resembled a unicorn.

Luke’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A mutation.

Mutations were rare in demon beasts, and when they did occur, they often led to incredible power advancements.

Luke let out a sharp bark, motioning for the three-eyed one-horned demon wolf to come to him.

The mutant wolf froze, eyes wide with fear.

Had it done something wrong?

Was their leader displeased with it?

It whimpered softly, lowering itself in a posture of submission.

Luke huffed in mild amusement.

Not all mutants were fearless.

He let out a gentler growl, keeping his voice calm yet authoritative.

Slowly, hesitantly, the one-horned demon wolf began to crawl toward the top of the ruined tower.

The tower was nearly 200 meters tall, but the wolf scaled it effortlessly.

Luke noted its movements carefully.

Quick. Agile.

Its mutation seemed to favor speed over brute force.

"Interesting," Luke murmured.

As soon as it reached the top, the one-horned wolf whimpered again, glancing nervously toward the feasting wolves below.

It was hungry too—

But it didn’t dare move until Luke allowed it to.

Luke smirked.

Then, he turned toward the charred corpse of the monitor lizard pseudo-dragon.

Despite being burned beyond recognition, certain key organs remained intact—

Including the heart.

Luke let out a commanding bark, motioning toward the pseudo-dragon’s chest cavity.

"Eat it," Luke ordered.

The one-horned wolf froze.

It let out a terrified whimper, shaking its head vigorously.

Even in death, the monitor lizard pseudo-dragon’s presence was terrifying.

It feared that eating its corpse would lead to its own death.

Luke’s eyes darkened.

"Eat it," he repeated, his tone sharper.

The one-horned wolf flinched.

Compared to the dead pseudo-dragon, it feared Luke even more.