The black storm on Hiss Planet had yet to stop, but the Demon Clan had already gnawed away an entire layer of its mineral veins.
Hordes of Demon Creatures crouched on the frost-cracked rocky plains, digging furiously with claws, teeth, and bone blades.
Gray-black ore was dragged out from underground and fed to specialized Demon Clan refining units, which expelled Energy Cores.
The remaining high-density metal was stuffed into the gaping abdominal pouches of giant Transport Magical Beasts.
Cho'Gath stood at the end of a ridge, his massive Demon Body enveloped by the storm. There was not a trace of joy in his scarlet eyes, only dissatisfied coldness.
"Faster!"
His voice drowned out the storm, booming across the entire mining area.
A Seventh-Order Demon Venerable said:
"Rest assured, my lord. The Demon Clan forces on the other five planets have all been ordered to speed up as well."
"All the minerals excavated will be transported back."
Cho'Gath lowered his head to look at the mountains of ore and nodded.
These resources should all have been spoils for him alone.
Yet now, he had no choice but to offer the coordinates of two of those civilizations in trades with other Demon Gods.
It was a thoroughly unpleasant feeling.
But Yaxes was right.
He could no longer stubbornly insist on swallowing everything in one gulp.
Before selling the coordinates of the Kona Civilization and the Blue Star Civilization, he had to haul away everything he could from the Kona Star System.
Even if other Demon Gods invaded later, all they would find would be a pile of gnawed bones.
"Good. Dig out everything you can. Leave whatever is too difficult."
Cho'Gath opened his enormous maw and crushed a chunk of ore embedded with dark red cores between his teeth, replenishing himself.
He