While talking about eating Nola’s kin, the Demon Fire Worms, in front of her face was a little… There really was no choice was there? Without a source of food, establishing a faction was basically impossible.
Thankfully, she wasn’t one to mind such matters. After all, she ate them too…
As worms without any offensive attack whatsoever, they relied on their ability to split themselves into half and leave behind some meat in order to escape, similar to how a lizard severed its tail. Sometimes I wondered, how frustrating it must’ve been for them to be so fat and juicy while being so defenseless at the same time.
As long as one managed to catch these worms, they could have the worm split itself in half, leaving behind a piece of meat while the other ran away to the nearest lava lake. Just by sticking to that, I could ensure the survival of the worms and also guarantee a stable food source for my army.
The only problem with that perfect plan would be that my lower tiered Devils weren’t able to enter the lava lake. Thus, my first objective was to fashion a tool for my Imps to go fishing for worms. For example, a net of some sort. Like those the fishermen used or a dipping net.
First off, a dipping net…what should it be made of? The materials weren’t actually hard to come by. I could have simply fashioned one out of Flame Devouring Fish bones and Demon Fire Wormhide. All that required was some combining via Dark Alchemy…
The hardness of the fishbones were honestly quite high; issues like an overly long rod wouldn’t trouble it at all. If you added in the pliable and sturdy nature of the wormhides, one had a topnotch dipping net just like that. One just had to be careful of it getting torn apart by Flame Devouring Fishes…speaking of which, what then?
I clearly couldn’t use fishbones in the construction of the netting as well…that would make it frightfully heavy, given that I had a trawl that was over half a meter in length in mind, one that was to be wielded by only one Devil too…
Not only that, there was still the matter of the biting strength of those fishes to worry about…even if I used fishbones to construct the netting, there was a chance it would get broken anyway.
And now for the fishing net…that I had no intention of using at all. After all, it would just get torn apart by those fishes, even if it was made out of fishbones. Without trying it out, I could picture the outcome already.
In light of all that, it had to be the trawl then.
Speaking of which, the fact that a countless number of Devils stayed in the city meant that it should, at the very least, possess a number of trawls, or so it would seem. Because my underlings weren’t that many to start with, this whole issue of food wasn’t my main worry prior. Before reaching this lava lake, my focus on searching for weaponry, in other words for those weapon storages and not food. From the looks of things, a second search was needed and soon…hopefully the capital still held something of use.
My need for food could only be described as dire and nothing less. These newcomers which I had just captured were my future source of soldiers and as the saying went, to have a horse gallop, one had to feed it first. I needed to be able to sustain them, not just because they required it, but also because it was important for them to see that I was able to provide for them. Without that assurance, would they even be willing to serve me wholeheartedly?
‘Hmmm, it’s not like I can feed them to each other either…at the end of the day, no matter who it was that gets assigned to ‘ration’ duty, it would be my underling pool that takes the hit…’
While I was busy mulling over the issue of rations, the world around me continued to revolve at breakneck speed. It was only the sounds of heavy and disorderly footsteps that finally disrupted my brooding. Turning to the source, I found that No.3 had just returned.
Standing at the forefront, he was leading a pack of listless Devils that was of a decent size, one that was neither too large nor too small. Stationed around them were my Elite Abyssal Golems who towered over them like giant sentinels that seemed to scare the living daylights out of them. None of them even dared to move an inch out of line let alone think of escaping; perhaps they themselves knew that it was futile.
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