The shadow wyrms descended like a tsunami of teeth and scales. Saintess Elara's ice barriers shattered instantly. "Leon!" she screamed. "We need the Holy Sword Formation!"
Leon tossed her a skewer. "Better idea." He slammed his pickaxe into the ground, summoning the **[Apocalypse Grill]**—a colossal blackstone slab etched with ancient runes. The Celestial Vault's core hummed to life, its surface glowing like lava.
"System," Leon yelled over the wyrm roars. "Check-In at disaster zone!"
*"Ding! Cataclysm Check-In successful. Reward: [Soulfire Charcoal] ×10 (Note: Perfect for slow-roasting eldritch abominations)."*
Ignisia swooped down in dragon form, clutching a **[Rusty Meat Cleaver]** that morphed into the **Flame Tyrant's Blade**. "Mortal! Light the grill!"
Leon flicked a potato at the charcoal. It exploded into blue flames. "**BBQ MODE ACTIVATED!**"
The crowd gaped as Leon and Ignisia tag-teamed the wyrm horde:
- **Step 1**: Lure wyrms with **[Divine Honey Glaze]** (a mining tunnel byproduct).
- **Step 2**: Ignisia breath-roasts them mid-air.
- **Step 3**: Leon skewers them on the **Dragonrend Spear**, seasoning with **[Abyssal Chili Powder]**.
"Try the spicy apocalypse wings!" Leon yelled, tossing a wyrm drumstick to Erik Frostwind—still eyebrowless from Chapter 3.
*Crunch.*
Erik's eyes widened. "This… this is ambrosia!" His cultivation cracked, surging to Core Formation realm.
Chaos erupted. Cultivators abandoned swords for skewers:
- A frostblade elder deep-fried wyrm tails using his glacier magic.
- Saintess Elara accidentally created **Wyrmcchiatos** with her ice powers.
Meanwhile, the System blared:
*"Ding! Live-stream viewer count: 1,023,456. Achieved [Viral Apocalypse] milestone. Reward: [Influencer's Halberd] (Followers +300% attack boost)."*
A holographic chat window popped up:
**[DragonKing420]**: "SUBSCRIBE! Where's the merch?!"
**[CultivationNoob]**: "OMG the saintess is BARISTA NOW??"
Ignisia snatched the halberd, accidentally activating a selfie filter that gave her kitten ears. "MORTAL! WHY AM I A 'Kawaii Dragongirl'?!"
"Relax," Leon said, flipping a wyrm steak. "It's just the System's new **Cross-Realm TikTok integration**—"
A portal exploded overhead. A shadowy figure emerged, their aura crushing the battlefield silent.
"Enough games, **Vault Thief**." The voice echoed with millennia of rage. "You stole my dragon's fire… and turned it into *sauce*?"
Ignisia froze. "Father?"
The Dragon Emperor's eyes glowed crimson, locking onto Leon's barbecue apron. "You… dare grill my kin?"
Leon offered him a skewer. "Happy Family Combo? Free refills."