Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 718 - 355: Divine Kingdom’s Flying Dragon, The Uniqueness of its Feed_1
’The Flying Dragon Incubation Pool’ is not far from Beetle City, a ten-minute ride on the courier isopod will get you there.
[...]
[The ’courier isopod’ chirps once and burrows underground, vanishing without a trace, leaving you alone in this dim subterranean space.]
[Not far off, the semicircular domed structure occupies most of the underground space, much like the ’War Incubation Field’ you had seen before, but this building is on an even larger scale.]
[From a distance, there’s not a single guard at the entrance, but this doesn’t ease your vigilance...]
[You are in the shell of the ’Fire Worshiping Ninja Master’!]
[You turn lightly, disappear into invisibility and approach the ’Flying Dragon Incubation Pool’...]
[You maintain your invisibility, gently crack open the gate and sneak in.]
[As soon as you open the gate, loud and noisy voices seep in through the crack...]
[Within the vast hall are several huge hatching ponds filled with dark purple sticky plasma, and amidst the ripples, you can occasionally spot chunks of flesh tissues.]
[Hundreds of Feathered ones gather, listening to the figure speaking on the high platform in the back of the hall, occasionally letting out excited cheers.] 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
[You look closely, the ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ is saying loudly...]
[The last batch of ’Flying Dragons’ has been completed and sent to the heart of the Holy Nest. Your mission is almost complete!]
[Cheers break out from below the platform, and you hear several Feathered ones muttering, finally they can go to the upper level and receive the grace of the Great Wet Nurse...]
[Suddenly, a Feathered one steps forward and points at a pulsating hatching pool covered with writhing flesh, asking: My Lord, what about this ’Flying Dragon’ that is only half hatched?]
[The nutrients transported from the ’Fungal Factory’ at the heart of the Holy Nest are not enough to fully hatch this ’Flying Dragon’. Wouldn’t it be a waste of nutrients to abandon the ’Flying Dragon’ in the middle of the manufacturing process?]
[The ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ nods and answers: Good question. As you may have heard, the Great Wet Nurse plans to launch an unprecedented counterattack against the demons. If the counterattack is successful, we might be able to wipe out the demons once and for all!]
[And the limited nutrients produced by the ’Fungal Factory’ should be prioritized for more potent angelic warriors like the ’Plague Angels’, ’Bloody Angels’, and ’Cruel Angels’.]
[These angels play a far more significant role in the frontline than the ’Flying Dragons’ do!]
[But don’t be disappointed. After completing your work, all citizens can go to the city surface of the upper level to receive the Wet Nurse’s grace and undergo the baptism of the ’Pilgrimage Angels’.]
[At that time, perhaps a few lucky individuals among you will be able to feather and ascend as angels, rushing to the frontline to serve the Wet Nurse!]
[With these words, the cheers from below the platform become even louder.]
[The ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ raises his hand, and the cheers below the platform immediately cease. He continues to speak...]
[Now, there’s only one last step left in the work of the hatching pool. All of you need to maintain your fervor and complete this final task.]
[Once the last step is completed, you can then proceed to the upper level to receive the baptism...]
[Cheers erupt again below, but the cheering is mixed with a bit of confusion. Their work is already completed, what else needs to be done?]
[The ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ does not answer their doubts but commands the numerous Feathered ones to stand along the edge of the hatching pool, at the edge of the pool where the last ’Flying Dragon’ is being hatched.]
[Hundreds of Feathered ones form a circle around the hatching pool, its meat membrane contorting, and they are visibly puzzled.]
[The ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ pays no regard to the confused crowd, and walks alone to the side of the bone operating platform in the center of the hall.]
[At this point, a few Feathered ones have realized something. Their faces pale as they step back in terror.]
[The restrained laughter comes from beneath the pale mask of the ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’, It’s too late to run away now!]
[The last work of your life is to help this ’Flying Dragon’ complete its hatching!]
[That being said, it presses a button on the operating platform...]
[Suddenly, the arching meat membrane covering the hatching pool twists and bulges, sprouting countless thick blood vessels that mimic tentacles.]
[Each blood vessel, like a demonic whip, wraps around the Feathered ones and drags them into the hatching pool...]
[Piercing screams fill the air. The Feathered ones struggle powerlessly, only able to watch as they are slowly embedded into the meat membrane, rapidly melting into a bloody slurry of pulp to nourish the ’Flying Dragon’.]
[Not long after, the once bustling hall falls eerily silent. The only remaining sound is the murmuring of the ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ who now stands beside the operating platform...]
[Made a slight miscalculation. Still, lacking a bit of nutrients to fully hatch. Oh well, what’s a bit? The most that could happen is that a few abilities of the ’Flying Dragons’ will be lost.]
[Now just to overproduce half a product, he will surely be rewarded from the Holy Nest.]
[Next, we wait for the Flying Dragon to finish hatching, then head to the upper city and receive the Wet Nurse’s divine grace...]
[The hatching pool on the side absorbs the multiple nutrients, its meat membrane growing stronger and thicker. Blood vessels on the surface knot and bulge, the muscles underneath contort and lump, as if nurturing some horrifying creature.]
[The ’Feathered Lord of the Incubation Pool’ strolls over to the edge of the hatching pool, and opts to sit on the ground, waiting for the breaking of the meat membrane and the emergence of the terror within.]
