Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

In a daze, the magnificent palace reappeared in the dream, but this time the towering throne was not there. Only heavy footsteps sounded from afar, and five huge heads drooped from the mist.

Red, blue, green, black, and white—representing the heads of the five-colored dragons—each larger than Thor's entire body, surrounded him from all directions, spewing seductive words from their mouths.

"My dear child, are you really not going?"

"Your mother in the mortal realm has already been captured by that blue dragon, and they're planning to offer her blood as a sacrifice to the demons of the abyss!"

"Look at these despicable and disgusting creatures, daring to offend the majesty of the Red Dragon. Aren't you angry about this?"

"Go! Go now! Trample those insignificant creatures under your feet and burn them to ashes!"

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The endless sea of ​​wealth beneath Thor's feet suddenly vanished, and the mist was drawn back like a curtain, revealing the distant scenery to him.

On the ruins of the temple, now completely reduced to rubble, rows of black stone pillars stood erect. The priests, clad in five-colored robes, were nailed to these pillars, their blood dripping down their sides.

At the very center, on the thickest stone pillar, a young red dragon was bound. Her wings were broken, her scales were covered in scorch marks, and she was emitting angry cries.

Chapter 233 Divine Blood? A Contract of Indenture!

Despite the horrific scene Tiamat presented, Thor remained completely unmoved, idly picking at his ears with his claws while exhaling hot breaths from his nostrils.

He's a red dragon, the purest of all evil dragons in the world, so how could he possibly have any kinship?

Considering that this adoptive mother gave him this body, the greatest act of filial piety would be to help her avenge herself after she was killed by that blue dragon.

"Your Majesty Tiamat, this scene before my eyes breaks my heart. I wish I could rush up and tear those despicable bastards to shreds."

However, while I was asleep, I was ambushed by that despicable blue dragon and suffered severe internal injuries, from which I have not yet recovered.

"I experience excruciating pain from even the slightest movement; I am utterly incapable of serving you."

Thor's perfunctory words caused Tiamat's five heads to narrow their eyes simultaneously, their large nostrils flaring slightly as they stared at their unruly bloodline, a surge of anger rising within them.

However, this kind of performance is a common characteristic of almost all powerful five-colored dragons.

Only those creatures that are inherently inferior, or those created by her own hand, will possess a certain degree of loyalty.

The cub before them had grown to a level of power that most true dragons could not reach even after two hundred years in just twenty years. Both its bloodline purity and the unique characteristics it displayed were enough to prove that it possessed extraordinary talent.

If it continues to grow, it will surely stand at the top of the prime material plane in the future. At that time, it will be of great help, whether it is to expand the territory of the dragon for itself or to deal with some things that are inconvenient for it to do personally.

Tiamat tends to be more tolerant of truly powerful five-colored dragons because they can bring her greater benefits.

So that little bit of anger subsided in an instant, and Tiamat roared again in a voice that sounded like a chorus.

"My child, are you really hurt? But why can I feel that vibrant life force in you? You look like a little sun, much stronger than all the other little ones!"

However, a kind mother will always believe in her child, so let me generously bestow upon you a drop of divine blood to help you recover soon!

What? Divine blood!

Upon hearing those two words, Thor immediately raised his head, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes, mixed with deep wariness.

This thing is an absolute treasure that ordinary five-colored dragons dream of. Just a tiny drop can give their bloodline a leap forward, increasing their strength, speed, size, and magic in every way.

If that old bastard Stormfang had received a drop of divine blood from Tiamat, he would have already entered the legendary realm, instead of scheming like this now.

But for Thor, this substance was a poison he would avoid at all costs. Although with his current strength, absorbing divine blood would also grant him a significant boost, what would the price be?

Whether or not the gifts of fate come with a hidden price is another matter, but the blessings of a dragon certainly come with a huge cost.

The five-colored dragon already had a strong connection with Tiamat, who was the source of its bloodline. If it were to receive her divine blood, would its body still be considered its own?

This thing is practically a carbon copy of Thor's Curse. If he were to foolishly accept the divine blood, it would be no different from signing a contract of servitude.

While the mental wheel can grant Thor immunity to mental and psionic influences, no one knows where the limit lies.

The effects of Tiamat's blood on the five-colored dragons are all-encompassing, and he dared not gamble on it, so he refused without even thinking about it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I suddenly feel that my injuries are not so serious. I just need to rest for a couple more days."

Tiamat's head was now almost touching Thor's body, its grotesque, enormous heads casting large shadows, and its face wore a playful expression.

"Since your injuries aren't serious, shouldn't you go and complete my mission?"

Thor tilted his head back to avoid the breath that was almost hitting his face.

Even knowing that everything before them was just an illusion, the oppressive feeling emanating from this old man was still extremely strong.

It seems she didn't give herself any room to refuse. Sure enough, once you get noticed by someone like that, nothing good ever comes of it.

But who can blame him for being a five-colored dragon? This identity dictates that when he begins to show his talent, he will attract Tiamat's attention. Trying to develop stealthily is simply a pipe dream unless he suppresses his growth rate to the same level as an ordinary five-colored dragon.

However, from another perspective, this kind of attention can also have certain benefits in some situations.

After all, if Thor were in the position of an ordinary five-colored dragon, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to speak, let alone refuse.

Thor also didn't want to have too much of a falling out with Tiamat, who was, after all, the origin of the five-colored dragons and a dragon god-like being, so he had to show her the necessary respect.

Since there's no way to refuse, the only option is to take the opportunity to find a way to gain some benefits.

“I will naturally obey Your Majesty’s orders without hesitation. However, this will certainly worsen my injuries, and I will probably be unable to serve Your Majesty for at least the next hundred years. I hope you can understand.”

"Ten years! I'm only giving you ten years to kill that blue dragon and bring back his head. I won't recruit you for the next ten years."

"Ten years is far too short, I'm afraid..."

"This is an order..."

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Thor opened his heavy eyelids, his molten gold pupils gleaming, and slowly got up from the ground.

Tiamat's dream vanished, and the final conclusion was that he would bring back the traitor Kalendak's head in exchange for ten years of peace.

This was already an extremely generous condition for the five-colored dragon.

After all, the other party is a being that can easily rank among the top three in the entire multiverse, including all dragons, and is also the bloodline source of the Five-Colored Dragon race.

If an ordinary five-colored dragon dared to refuse Tiamat's orders, it would likely face cruel punishment immediately and have its bloodline power stripped away.

Even those so-called alien dragons and ancient dragons were able to disobey Tiamat's orders simply because, after weighing the pros and cons, she felt that the cost of killing them was higher than the benefits.

Thor's bargaining, in the eyes of ordinary five-colored dragons, could no longer be considered preferential treatment, but rather indulgence.

Even so, he still felt extremely unhappy.

The weak should just stay in their own dog hole. I've already let that old bastard Stormfang go twice, so why does he still have to provoke me?

What an ignorant fool! I wasn't planning on causing him any trouble right away; I wanted him to live a few more days. But since he's courting death, he has no one to blame but himself.

Chapter 234 Trap

Although Thor obeyed Tiamat's orders, his resistance remained undiminished, and he was far from enthusiastic in carrying them out.

He then lingered in the volcano for nearly three more days until the Deviljho monster template had completely modified his body—his muscles became increasingly bulging, and his physique became more imposing and powerful. Only then did he leisurely flap his wings and leave his territory.

Meanwhile, far away in the endless Gobi Desert of the western wilderness, a bloody ritual was drawing to a close.

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In the abandoned temple, thick, black stone pillars stood like a forest, and priests of the rainbow scales, dragonborn, orcs, and kobolds were nailed to the pillars like hanging pieces of cured meat.

The blood meandered down the smooth pillar, gathering along the indented magic patterns on the ground, and condensed into a boiling pool of blood in the center of the temple.

Driven by a desperate desire for greater power, or perhaps driven to the brink by his inner fears, Kalendak had long since descended into madness.

This madness led him not only to destroy Tiamat's temple and abandon his former faith, but also to offer the priests and his former subordinates as sacrifices to the evil beings in the abyss.

With the amplified feedback from this sacrifice, he finally crossed the final threshold, and the power within his body underwent a qualitative change from quantitative change, thus obtaining the legendary power he had longed for.

His body, once covered in deep blue scales, had now completely transformed into a dull bluish-purple, with a faint stench of decay lingering around him; and from the severed horn on his nose, a winding, twisted bone structure had sprung up.

Completely embracing the abyss granted him immense power, but his race also transformed from a five-colored dragon to an abyssal demon dragon—his magical power became extremely unstable, and echoes from the abyss constantly lingered in his ears.

The shift in allegiance made the blue dragon even more cruel and tyrannical. His pupils, now twisted into distorted lightning orbs, glanced at the young red dragon behind him, nailed to a stone pillar and on the verge of death, and a mad idea suddenly flashed into his mind.

He was in this predicament entirely because of that damned red dragon! He was determined to take revenge, to exact a severe one!

Even though the feedback from the abyss helped Kalendak break through to the legendary realm, the shadow left in his heart by his previous consecutive failures still left him with no confidence in defeating Thor.

Therefore, he needs helpers and must unite all available forces to ensure the plan succeeds.

And so, a flock of equally corrupted carrion vultures took flight, carrying Kalendak's invitation, and flew toward every corner of the wilderness.

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Bren strolled through the ankle-high grass, with a white dragon nearly 10 meters long leading behind him.

Gazing at the boundless expanse of green grass rippling in the breeze, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that land of howling winds and ice.

A small squad of frost giants, having somehow learned of his plans, ambushed him in his hometown, intending to ambush him.

Logically speaking, the Frost Giants, who had the advantage of favorable timing and location, could have maximized their strengths, while the fire magic within Bren would have been greatly suppressed, making victory almost certain for the Frost Giants.

However, they ultimately underestimated Bren's physical abilities, or rather, the dragon power he inherited from Thor.

The source of the Mad Dragon Virus, besides the scales of the Black Corrosion Dragon, also contains a rich amount of dragon-attribute energy.

When the Dragon Curse within Thor infects other creatures, it naturally doesn't first generate fire-attribute magic, but rather a raging dragon-attribute power.

It was a truly brutal battle! With the intense heat and flames suppressed, Bren managed to defeat the surrounding frost giants with relatively low cost, thanks to his powerful physique enhanced by dragon-attribute energy.

He initially intended to cut off the white dragon's head as well, but then he thought of the young dragons in Thor's territory and changed his mind.

The great dragon lord might like this tamed little pet, so he spared the white dragon's life, intending to take it back to Thor's territory.

A commotion drifted on the wind from afar, faintly reaching Brun's ears.

His heightened senses, honed by evolution, allowed him to detect words like "red dragon," "trap," and "bait," immediately catching his attention.

He dragged the white dragon and rushed over, only to see two Tabashis playing and talking.

This is a creature that closely resembles an upright cheetah, also known as a cat-man. They are slender and agile, and are found in small numbers in the wilderness and dense forests. Created by the legendary Cat Lord, they are natural wanderers, explorers, and hunters.

Bren, who was over 5 meters tall, suddenly appeared, leading a ferocious white dragon behind him, instantly startling the two wild elves. They leaped back nearly 10 meters in a flash, hissing warily.

Who are you?!

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Curiosity made Bren stop in his tracks. He first raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm before asking the question.

"I have no intention of hurting you, nor do I want to have any conflict with you."

I overheard your conversation from a distance just now, and you mentioned red dragons and traps. Could you elaborate on what happened?

The two cat-people with colorful fur exchanged a glance, their bright eyes blinking. Since there was nothing to hide, the slightly bolder one spoke first.

"Every creature in the wilderness knows about this—a blue dragon named Stormfang has imprisoned the mother of another red dragon and is gathering all the strong creatures in the wilderness to deal with that red dragon together."

“We think this is probably a trap set for the Red Dragon, designed to exploit his recklessness and arrogance to lure him into the trap.”

Bren was stunned when he heard this. Although he also traveled through the wilderness, other creatures either kept their distance or harbored ill intentions because of his size and appearance. He had never heard of this before.

Now that we know, we can't just sit idly by.

The great Dragon Lord possesses invincible power and is naturally unafraid of the underhanded tricks of those despicable creatures. He will surely be able to easily deal with those scum.

But if the Dragon Lord had to do everything himself, what use would he and his subordinates be? He had to prove his worth!

So, Bren inquired in detail about the location of the blue dragon and the wild creatures gathered there, then turned around and headed there without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Thor, who was casually heading towards the wilderness, seemed to be informed of the news by some creatures as if someone was deliberately telling him.

Instead of rushing over to thwart the other party's plot, he slowed down, giving them more time to prepare.

Thor wanted to see which rebels dared to defy him in this wilderness—he would take this opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Chapter 235 The Dragonborn in Action