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The storm giants, who were desperately trying to drive away the wind elements, suddenly found that the surrounding clouds had turned crimson as if they were being burned by fire. They felt intense burning pain all over their bodies and hurriedly raised their shields, which were as thick as city walls, to block behind them. But soon, countless red lights pierced through them.

Only the centaurs were enveloped in a flowing gale, like smooth pebbles, causing the beams of light descending from the sky to slide away in all directions.

However, this scene also caught Thor's attention. His ferocious mouth split open to the sides, and in the next instant, a scorching ray as thick as a pillar, carrying destructive power, was spat out from his mouth and slammed into it.

Under this terrifying attack, the bluish-white wind spirit barrier twisted and deformed like a fragile eggshell, and after only a moment, it exploded into countless tiny sparks of light.

The terrifying heat rays penetrated deep into the area, and several centaurs at the rear were engulfed and instantly turned to ashes before they could even react.

As Thor twisted his head, the crimson sword of divine punishment carved a deep furrow in the ground, relentlessly pursuing him.

Seeing that if things continued like this, the entire tribe's elite would perish here, a resolute look flashed in Kahar's eyes, and he suddenly turned around and leaped up.

"Ancestors! Protect me!"

His strong conviction caused the spear in his hand to shine with unprecedented brilliance at this moment, like a sharp spike that plunged fiercely into the beam of light behind him.

The high-temperature energy, which should have been intangible, was forcibly broken apart by the surging storm, turning into thousands of scattered streams of light that flew everywhere, mercilessly ravaging the earth.

"Run! Take your people and get out of here, as far away as possible, away from this red dragon's territory, and never come back!!"

The brief outburst did not last long; moments later, the terrifying breath pressed down again, completely engulfing Kahar.

Only a streak of bluish-white light flew through the air, landing in the hand of a one-eyed centaur, guiding them to continue their escape.

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Explosions! A series of explosions!

Every flash of light emanating from Thor would trigger a violent explosion the moment it landed, melting the towering Gobi Desert below like layers of ice and snow, raising dust that blotted out the sun, and leaving the ground covered in flowing lava.

He unleashed his immense power to the fullest, not caring whether he hit the enemy or not, only wanting to cause destruction.

Those surviving centaurs naturally couldn't escape Thor's senses, but he didn't continue the pursuit because he discovered something interesting.

The storm giants in mid-air were all wiped out, their mangled corpses falling from the sky with heavy thuds.

The earth elements from Star Eye Rock were completely melted into the magma covering the ground, but the precious metals and minerals contained within them shone brightly under the flames.

After venting his frustrations, Thor felt completely refreshed.

This was the first time he had been able to move his body freely since he woke up, just like when he had just finished a morning run as a human, and he felt a sense of exhilaration.

Then he remembered his real business: that old bastard Tiamat seemed to have asked him to bring the blue dragon's head back.

As Thor flapped his wings to disperse the surrounding dust and slowly descended to the bottom of the giant crater he had created, he discovered that the old bastard Kalendak was not completely dead.

A wisp of purplish-black evil energy swirled around his tattered body, his empty eye sockets staring at Thor, emitting a strange laugh that sounded like the wind passing through a tunnel.

"You think you've won? You think you've won!"

No! The real winner is me! Look at the destruction you've caused! Blood, death, wailing souls—I'll offer these as sacrifices, even if it means falling into the abyss of the Styx, I'll drag you down with me!

Chapter 242 Giant Claw of the Abyss

"I offer my blood as a sacrifice, my death as a ritual, and my soul as a offering—O great being from the abyss, display your boundless power and drag my enemies into eternal damnation!"

A hoarse voice squeezed out from Kalendak's leaky chest, each word filled with an unyielding resentment.

The remaining abyssal energy within him surged and coalesced above his head into an ominous, malevolent mark.

An invisible suction force spread outwards, greedily craving fresh blood, terrifying death, and that delicious soul.

But as time passed, the mark flashed more and more rapidly. The senses emanating from the abyss swept across the surroundings again and again, but it still couldn't find anything it wanted.

The resentful yet gleeful expression on Karendak's face gradually froze during the anxious wait, and a deep sense of astonishment and unease quietly spread from the bottom of his heart.

After a long while, he suddenly turned his head, his empty eye sockets meeting Thor's expression, which looked as if he were looking at an idiot.

Indeed, the erosion from the abyss has a devastating impact on the intelligence of living beings. Those malevolent energies are like a swarm of worms gnawing at reason, riddling the brain with holes.

In this place where lava flows everywhere, not even a corpse can be left, so where would the blood come from for a sacrifice?

Thor had already collected all the extreme emotions and fragments of souls that erupted when those creatures died, and with the final bombardment, probably not even a hair was left.

It would be truly miraculous if Kalendak could find a sacrifice.

However, the banquet invitations had already been sent out, and the hungry diners arrived excitedly, only to find that what was served on the table was just an empty plate, which immediately enraged them.

The mark that had been gathered on Kalendak's head suddenly exploded, and a giant claw covered in coarse hair and dark purple scales shot out, lunging straight at the blue dragon below, intending to drag him into the abyss.

How could Thor tolerate someone stealing his prey right in front of him? Sparks flew from his molten gold pupils, and he spewed out billowing waves of flames from his mouth.

The pillar of flame glowed a pure crimson, but upon closer inspection, one would discover countless iridescent points of light appearing and disappearing within, with the very center revealing a deep, dark red.

The moment the flames touched the giant claw of the abyss, it instinctively recoiled, just as an ordinary person would instinctively shrink back when touching scorching hot coals.

Thor seized the opportunity to spread his wings, unleashing a torrent of dragon energy that propelled him forward at breakneck speed.

When he stopped, he was already a kilometer away, and a huge, unseeing head was wrapped around the lock blades extending from his claws.

"Where did this ignorant fool come from, daring to steal the prey of the great Thor!"

"You lowly reptile, how dare you lay a hand on my offering! I will tear your soul from your body and torment you in the River Styx for eternity!"

Two equally arrogant roars rang out almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, countless eyes appeared on the giant abyssal claw, locking onto Thor's molten gold pupils.

But with Kalendak's death, even his soul was devoured by the wheel in Thor's mind. Without energy supply, the passage connecting the Prime Material Plane and the Abyss began to collapse rapidly under the crushing force of the rules.

This left it no time to take any further action, and it could only etch the appearance and aura of this arrogant red dragon deep into its memory.

"Just you wait! We'll meet again someday, and then you'll regret what you've done today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant claw vanished into thin air, leaving only an angry roar echoing in the air.

Thor simply snorted a hot breath at this.

A bunch of idiots whose brains have been corrupted by the abyss. Who knows who will regret it next time we meet?

In the blink of an eye, he put the matter out of his mind, flapped his wings and took off, scanning his surroundings and quickly finding several colorful stones.

Then, he raised a towering stone platform from the ground, placed the five stones symbolizing the five colors on it, and used his claws to simply outline the emblem of Tiamat, placing Kalendak's head in the center of the platform.

He didn't have time to carry around such a broken thing. Now that the matter was settled, it was best to hand it in as soon as possible.

As a highly publicized individual, the so-called altar was merely a formality; almost the instant Thor uttered his prayer, a five-colored pillar of light descended from the sky.

A scene of dragons swirling around and myriad colors returning to the sky appeared in mid-air. Five enormous heads with long necks emerged from the clouds, gazing at the heads on the altar with expressions of pleasure, before disappearing together into the void.

Now that the old man's task is finally done, perhaps we can have ten years of peace and quiet?

However, before becoming a god, Tiamat was first and foremost a dragon, almost without any morals, and could go back on her word at any time, so Thor didn't have high hopes.

Just then, as if remembering something, he soared into the sky again—his adoptive mother seemed to be here too?

But when Thor looked around, no matter how much he tried to sense, he couldn't find the aura that belonged to the red dragon.

Were they mistakenly killed in the previous bombardment? Or were they torn apart by the shockwave and sunk into the magma when the meteor fell from the sky?

After a fruitless search, Thor quickly gave up and flew back to his nest.

For him, this was an insignificant matter. Since he couldn't find it, he might as well consider her dead; it wasn't worth wasting any more energy on.

After this battle, the entire wilderness must have a clear understanding of his strength, and it's time to unify all the voices on this land.

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As time went on, the aftermath of this battle began to sweep across the entire wilderness like a giant wave.

Many creatures were terrified, some packing their belongings overnight and fleeing into the distance. But the vast majority chose to give up the struggle, waiting only for the red dragon to arrive so they could immediately kneel and surrender.

The moon rises and the sun sets, in endless cycles, and the stars in the sky, unmoved by the creatures on earth, continue to shine with their brilliant light.

A group of centaurs galloped across the wilderness in the night, sweat dripping from their fur and forming large patches of white foam from the friction of their long run.

The tension combined with the long run took its toll, even for these agile and powerful creatures.

When the first centaur's legs buckled and he collapsed to the ground, it triggered a chain reaction, and most of the team came to a stop.

They were breathing heavily, their eyes still filled with lingering fear as they looked behind them. Only when they were sure that the red dragon was not chasing them did they dare to relax a little. Some of them could no longer bear the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Lunaris had no choice but to rest on the spot, letting a few members who still had energy keep watch in batches, while the others seized the time to recover their strength.

Soon, the vast majority of centaurs fell into a deep sleep, their long, drawn-out breaths rising and falling in waves.

Just then, a female centaur with severe burns on her face suddenly began to twitch violently.

In a daze, Airola seemed to see a pair of molten gold vertical pupils staring silently at her.

An invisible attraction, like a call from the abyss, emanated from those pupils, enticing her to involuntarily succumb to it.

Chapter 243 Change

"Damn red dragon, don't even think about corrupting my will with your evil power! I will not yield, absolutely not!"

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Aurora jolted awake from her deep sleep, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Everything in the dream had felt so real; even now, her body was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

She looked up, glancing around warily. Silence reigned, broken only by the long, steady breaths of her companions. The stars twinkled overhead, and a cool night breeze carried a refreshing chill.

"Is this the side effect of the Blood of the Mad Dragon...?"

She pondered to herself, a wave of fear washing over her. It felt like she was a small boat caught in a raging storm, about to be swallowed up by the surging waves at any moment.

However, compared to these severe side effects, the boost to strength from the Blood of the Mad Dragon is also enormous.

Airola could clearly feel that the blood in her body was burning fiercely, and every inch of her skin and every piece of flesh was undergoing a regeneration and reorganization as if she were being reborn.

At the same time, a strong feeling of hunger came from my stomach, as if a raging fire was burning inside, making it unbearable.

She knew perfectly well that she had to eat immediately, or she might really be devoured alive by this hunger.

After greeting her kinsmen on guard duty, Airola took off, stepping into the deep darkness amidst their worried gazes.

When she started running again, she quickly noticed the difference in her body. It was as if endless power was surging within her, and her body felt as light as if she were walking on the wind.

She kept running! Running! Running! The nascent predator blood within her made her senses exceptionally sharp, constantly gathering information from her surroundings and guiding her instinctively toward her prey.

Before long, a group of "small hills" appeared in the distance, standing quietly on the savanna. When they got closer, they realized that they were actually a group of mammoths huddled together.

Centaurs are omnivorous, primarily obtaining their food by herding cattle and sheep. However, they are also among the most skilled hunters on the grasslands, occasionally including enormous predators like mammoths in their diet.

Using the momentum of her charge, Airola suddenly threw the spear in her hand.

The fine weapon, crafted by Thor's grey dwarves, spun rapidly through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Before an unfortunate mammoth could even react, its tough, thick hide was pierced by a spear, and it let out a painful cry before its massive body crashed to the ground.

The surrounding elephants were instantly startled and scattered, roaring deafeningly as they stomped their powerful legs on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

But when they realized that their fallen companions had completely stopped breathing, their survival instinct, ingrained deep in their blood, made them choose to stay away from danger and retreat into the distance.

The strong smell of blood in the air intensified Erola's hunger.

She walked up to the mammoth carcass, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face, but it was quickly suppressed by the desire in her belly, and she pounced on it.

The intense hunger left her no time to prepare the food; she could only tear at the raw meat like a wild beast.

The continuous flow of flesh and blood enters the stomach, is quickly digested and absorbed, and transforms into nutrients that nourish the body's growth.

As time passed, Erola's body gradually turned crimson, and waves of heat mixed with moisture rose from her body, filling the surroundings with a hazy white mist.

At the same time, her body, which was originally somewhat petite among centaurs, began to grow taller and stronger at a visible rate.

As the lower body of a horse, crimson scales gradually form beneath the hair, and the originally short tail slowly lengthens.

The skin on her upper body, which had been severely burned, was now peeling off layer by layer like dried snake skin, and her facial features, which had been distorted by the burns, were gradually returning to their original appearance, even becoming more alluring.

A mammoth weighing over ten tons was being shrunk at an extremely rapid rate by Erola's feeding.

This frenzied eating brought her the most primal and purest sense of satisfaction, making her completely forget the passage of time for a moment. When she came to her senses, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Arora stood up from the mammoth carcass, the sudden increase in her height making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.