Six Dragonbeasts.
Their strength ranged from level 9 to 12, and even the worst had an elite- template.
Although their accelerated growth left them somewhat weaker than normal Dragonbeasts of the same level, a little training afterward would still allow them to hold their own at that tier.
All the dragons present knew this.
That was precisely why Abel was so pleased with himself.
He felt that with this group of Dragonbeasts under his command now,
even if Gordon returned, he would have no choice but to take a beating from him!
What a shame!
That stupid dragon had run off to Abyssal Hell to get himself killed! Who knew whether Abel would ever get another chance to beat him up?
"Soul Fruits are pretty impressive! Xiluo! Keep trading for more from that Pleasure Demon, then have those Beastmen eat them. That way, all of Niro City will be safer!"
Even as Abel reveled in his triumph, he did not forget to say this.
He thought the Beastmen on the patrol teams could stand to become stronger, too. That would make things safer.
After all, his bloodline was so superior.
The Dragonbeasts he produced could easily grow beyond level 9.
If other people set their sights on him because of that, it did not feel very safe!
"Give them to those Beastmen? Let's forget about that."
Barbara shook her head.
Drawing the other dragons' attention, she continued:
"Beastmen have thoughts and wills of their own. They aren't idiots like these Dragonbeasts.
"They won't be happy about losing a large portion of their lifespans and burning through their potential in exchange for power that should have been theirs to begin with.
"Their reason for serving us has always been the hope of obtaining noble dragon blood and improving their race's potential.