Giantstone Ruins, in the hall of the overlapping space.
The golden giant dragon curled up into a ball, still guarding beside the fleshy cocoon.
She and Nisbit didn't need to eat or rest; guarding for some time posed no problem whatsoever.
Nisbit and the others continually entered the hall, piling the Thunder-eating insect corpses they found at a fixed spot.
The formation of the flesh womb required a tremendous amount of energy.
If it were outside, this would have been a truly arduous task—perhaps many living creatures would need to die to provide enough energy.
But here, the quantity was astonishing, and all of them were Level 10 Thunder-eating insects, making them the best nourishment.
It could completely satisfy the energy needs of the flesh womb.
At this moment, Nisbit, who had just brought in more Thunder-eating insect corpses, spoke up: "Dragon Queen, those transmigrators from earlier are waiting outside."
