Give me your Sparks, and I naturally have a way to solve the problem of "food."
The moment the Glazed Imperial Dragon said this, all the Magic Beasts were stunned.
There was no other reason—this Crystal Dragon was truly greedy beyond all cure. He could actually bring himself to say something like that!
One had to understand that for these renowned Magic Beast tribes of the New Continent, their inherited artifacts—their Sparks—were more important than life itself. Yet this Crystal Dragon had the nerve to ask for them?
Although the Magic Beasts believed that the Glazed Dragon would not truly seize their Sparks by force, handing them over for him to make backups of... was no different from handing over the root of their lives for him to grasp.
But...
The truly clever Magic Beasts swiftly heard three implications in Ian's words.
First: the Glazed Imperial Dragon possessed a method of deciphering the information within Sparks. He understood the essence of Sparks better than they, the people of the Sparks, did.
Second: the Glazed Imperial Dragon truly knew of the Sparks' existence, and most likely even knew where they were. If he lost patience, he might well go and slaughter every last one of them, then read the Sparks and cultivate an entirely new batch of Magic Beasts to replace them.
Third: it seemed that... if that were truly the case, then they really would not need to eat other intelligent Magic Beasts?!
For a time, the entire Floating Mountain Range buzzed with activity. Familiar Magic Beasts exchanged glances or communicated mentally. Their expressions were grave; some revealed delight in their eyes, while others harbored unease.
The Glazed Imperial Dragon overlooked it all. He said nothing, merely watching every Magic Beast's actions and response.
Gradually, under the Glazed Imperial Dragon's