A terrible murmur rang out in the commander's living room, but the Blood-Armored Demon Guardian remained motionless.

It had been three calendar days since Dalama had ordered "no entry" that they had not set foot in his living room.

After swallowing the "supreme deadly and terrifying" elixir, the green dragon fell directly into a deep sleep until all the effects of the elixir were absorbed.

"Wake up......"

Dalama, who had been silent for a long time, finally survived the most dangerous period, and there seemed to be a voice urging him in his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, the flames from his heart surged through his body, and the evil fire of the abyss began to dance in his body.

Like a true Barlow Flame Demon.

Twist your neck, wag your tail, and raise your wings......

Just as he tried to stretch his somewhat sour body, he suddenly found that his wings were missing.

Only two raised sarcomas remained, remaining at the base of the dragon's iconic bat wings.

Inexplicably frightened, encroaching on the Green Dragon—if he's still counting—all of Dalama's sanity.

It's like a cat who has been tricked by his owner into going to a pet hospital, and he keeps turning around, trying to check it carefully to see if he is still missing something.

Thankfully, Dalama found that he was missing only a pair of wings, and the rest of the parts were still fairly complete.

"Without wings, I'm still a mighty dragon...... "I wanted to comfort myself, but who would have thought that this kind of self-questioning would become more and more uncontrollable once it appeared," ...... Maybe not anymore, after successfully absorbing the elixir, I must have obtained the sublimation of the life level. ”

Dalama thought stubbornly, but after searching for a long time, he didn't seem to have changed anything except that the flames could seep out of his body.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of hunger in his abdomen, which was so violent that he even staggered on his feet.

Following the new "instinct" bestowed by the elixir, Dalama pushed open the door to the living room, not paying any attention to the surprised gazes of the Blood Armor Demons.

He walked forward, leaving fiery footprints on the ground with each step, creating a strange path in the city.

Having lost her wings, the other organs of Dalama's body seem to have been strengthened: her muscles are stronger, her claws are sharper, her scales are thicker, and her sense of smell is sharper......

Walking on the "burning path", his nostrils are slightly twitched, and the taste of "food" is constantly reflected in his mind.

Eventually, Dalama made his way to the place where his dragon was being held.

Although not long ago, the other party was still his compatriot and comrade, but at this moment, Dalama felt that the other party was extremely suitable for his blood food, delicious food, and an excellent tonic to improve his strength.

"Food ......"

Dalama muttered as if he was drunk, but his actions were not affected even by the slightest bit, and even a few points faster.

In order to prevent the dragons from colluding, the Bloodsuit built a prison for him, and kept him in different cells for division and management.

This also facilitated Dalama's actions, as he opened the door to a cell and a green dragon appeared in front of him.

"Dalama?"

The green dragon, who was imprisoned in chains, looked at the person who pushed the door in, and couldn't help but ask, "Your wings...... What's going on?"

"Winged ......" Because of these words, his mind seemed to become a little clearer, "...... I don't need that thing anymore, I need you. ”

With that, Dalama, who was already hungry, leaped forward, like a predatory civet cat, and pounced on the green dragon with more agility than ever before.

Taking advantage of the other party's doubts, Dalama opened his bloody mouth and bit the throat of his prey fiercely.

Because he was imprisoned in chains, the green dragon's claws could only swing in vain, but he couldn't attack Dalama in front of him.

And because his throat was bitten off, all his pain could only turn into a few whimperes, and even this cell could not be heard.

Dalama bit with all his might, tearing the neck of the prey in an instant, and the green dragon was suddenly in a different place.

However, the green dragon was lucky, because he did not have to watch the terrifying sight of the ferocious mutant dragon gnawing at his body.

And then, not all the other dragons were so lucky.

Affected by the "supreme deadly and terrifying" elixir, Dalama's appetite surged, and he killed and devoured two or three dragons in quick succession.

Then the cunning dragon realized that he couldn't eat all the dragons at once with an open stomach.

The remaining dozen or so dragons, although they escaped death for the time being, were raised by Dalama as meat animals.

Whenever he felt hungry in his belly, he would pick a few dragons, eat some of their bodies, and then exchange gold for basic healing items to hang the dragons' lives.

Coupled with the fact that the dragons themselves have an extremely high physique, their wounds can heal quickly. Therefore, these dragons became Dalama's long-term meal tickets and could be eaten continuously.

Damama, who has eaten countless dragon flesh and has been transformed by the "supreme deadly and terrifying" elixir, has evolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he began to eat the dragon on the first day, a bulge appeared on his shoulder, and as time went on, a new bulge appeared every day until the ninth day.

After feeding on the dragon for eight days in a row, Dalama's shoulders were densely packed with eight sarcoma-like things.

After the ninth feeding, all the sarcomas that had grown before burst into full maturity in an instant.

Eight identical dragon heads grew, and it only took half a day for the slender necks to support these heads.

Just as it was eating for the tenth time, all the dragons opened their eyes and happily shared their food with the main head.

With nine mouths moving in unison, Dalama's appetite seemed to have grown a lot, and he couldn't suppress his appetite this time.

The remaining dragons were devoured by this mutated dragon, and not a single one remained. Thankfully, Dalama finally felt full.

At the same time, he also realized that he would not need to eat new dragon flesh for a long time to come.

Unless, again, there is an opportunity for evolution.

The familiar chime, fluttering in, sounded in Dalama's ears:

"Ding, the player's agnostic evolution is detected to be complete. A brand new creature, the Hydra Demon Dragon, was born for the first time in the multiverse!"

Dalama roared excitedly, and the nine heads raised in unison, roaring incessantly towards the sky of the Acid Mist Canyon.

From this moment on, he finally broke free from the confines of the dragon's life and became the ancestor of a new species.

He became a nine-headed demon dragon - a terrifying behemoth born to feed on real dragons, and even the multiverse itself rewarded him, and Dalama easily rose to the rank of legend by eating and drinking.