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For example, Thor planned to inlay a layer of shimmering gold leaf on the entire roof of the palace, so that creatures ten miles away could see the dazzling golden light.

After all, his strength is now great enough to protect everything he owns, so naturally he should show it off generously and let all creatures know about the Red Dragon's wealth.

Only by doing so can we arouse more of their desires, greed, even envy, jealousy, hatred, and loyalty, thus providing Saul with stronger emotions.

After inquiring about the palace's completion time, Thor casually tossed the sphere of fire and earth elemental energy in his palm to his nearby subordinates as a reward for their work.

The next step was to expand his territory on a large scale, but before that, he needed to recall his scattered retinues.

As crimson dragon energy spewed from beneath its wings, the enormous red dragon leaped into the sky.

A surge of magic coursed through Thor's body, transforming into bright flashes of light on his outstretched wings and shooting outwards.

An invisible wave immediately spread like an electrical signal, traveling far and wide, crossing mountains and rivers, and penetrating into every corner of the wilderness and the surrounding human kingdoms.

One by one, the recipients who were engaged in various activities suddenly stopped at a certain moment, stood still as if listening, and then turned around and knelt on one knee in the direction of Thor, responding with a resounding voice.

"Yes! Great Dragon Lord, I will obey your command!"

The connection to their bloodline made them instinctively know that it was the great Dragon Lord calling them, so they immediately dropped everything and rushed to the sacred place in their hearts.

This collective behavior immediately attracted the attention of various forces.

Thor's strength was already well known after his previous battle with the Blue Dragon. Now that he is about to make another big move, how can everyone not feel wary?

For a time, all the races in the wilderness felt fear, and even the towns and kingdoms near the wilderness began to prepare for war and strengthen their defenses.

Just then, a group of centaurs, after a long journey, finally returned to their familiar grasslands.

Chapter 246 Rebellion

come back!

return!!

return!!!

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As Erola traversed the grassland shrouded in night, her once petite centaur form had grown into an enormous creature—over 6 meters tall and nearly 10 meters long.

The thick armor formed by the fusion of scales covered every inch of her body almost completely, making her look like a moving steel fortress from a distance.

The transformation brought about by the blood of the mad dragon far exceeded her initial expectations. During those days, she could clearly feel her strength and body growing together almost every moment, until now it has gradually stabilized.

However, a more profound change occurred deep within her consciousness. The deep-seated hatred she once felt for the red dragon had completely vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical admiration and reverence.

She could clearly sense that the great Dragon Lord was calling her from afar, and her inner instincts urged her to set off immediately to return and accept the Dragon Lord's command and guidance.

But before that, she had an even more important thing to do—to let more of her people bask in the glory of the Dragon Lord.

Running away was foolish, and resistance was a dead end. She firmly believed that only by choosing to submit could the centaurs in the wilderness continue to survive, and even become stronger.

However, some short-sighted scoundrels simply do not understand this principle and dare to openly slander the greatness of the Dragon Lord right under her nose.

Airola would not allow this to happen; mistakes must be corrected.

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Ahead was the tribe's main tent, and even through the thick cowhide tent, one could faintly hear the sounds of arguing coming from inside.

The red dragon reigns supreme over the wilderness, an unstoppable force. Where should the centaurs go from here?

The vast majority of elders believed that they should migrate deeper into the wilderness to temporarily avoid the red dragon's wrath.

But if they do that, what will happen to their herds of cattle and sheep? And where can they find suitable pastures?

Wilderness environments are inherently barren, and for many creatures, venturing into a completely unfamiliar place often means death.

Therefore, another group of elders felt that they should either resist to the end or break up into smaller groups and disperse throughout the wilderness as family units.

Even if the Red Dragon is powerful, it can't possibly find them all and kill them all, right?

As long as there are any survivors, the flame will not be extinguished, and there will always be hope for its resurgence.

Only a few elders had a vague feeling that they might be able to choose to join them.

After all, based on the information gathered, the red dragon does not indiscriminately kill creatures that voluntarily surrender, nor is it as capricious as other evil dragons.

He would even distribute food to the residents of his territory for free—simply shouting praises of his name would earn them a small piece of black bread and a cup of water.

While this thing isn't exactly amazing, it's enough for many creatures to maintain their most basic survival needs, something that many benevolent churches struggle to achieve.

Perhaps, submitting to the red dragon is the only way to survive for centaurs and all creatures in the wilderness.

This idea lingered in the minds of a few elders, but due to their limited strength and the many uncertainties involved, they ultimately failed to voice it.

They listened silently to the other elders' argument, their gazes all turning to the head of the tent—where the one-eyed Lunaris sat, his face full of sorrow and his head throbbing with pain.

The weight of the entire tribe's survival rested on his shoulders, making him feel suffocated and unable to breathe. A sense of regret welled up in his heart: perhaps he shouldn't have gone hunting for those red dragons 20 years ago.

If I could turn back time, what choices would I make?

He reached out and stroked the spear beside him. The tribe's sacred relic, "Windrunner's Spine," glowed faintly as always, but it could not give him any response.

Just then, Ronares suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground beneath his feet, and heard heavy footsteps in the distance.

He immediately looked warily in the direction from which the sound came, gripping the bluish-white spear tightly in his hand.

As the sound grew closer and louder, the elders who were arguing fiercely sensed it and quickly grabbed their weapons.

The thick leather tent was suddenly flung open, and a huge spear, resembling a battering ram, was thrust inside. The shaft was gripped tightly by a large hand covered in scales, and behind it was a terrifying behemoth that looked like a war machine.

“Meaningless arguments solve nothing. The weak have no right to live. Centaurs should seek greater power—for example, by following the great dragon lord.”

A thunderous sound exploded inside the tent, startling all the other centaurs around.

Ronares gazed at that exquisite yet alluring face, unable to reconcile it with the companions he remembered; it felt utterly unfamiliar.

"Airora! Have you been blinded by the power of the red dragon? How dare you utter such words!"

"Know your place! You have no right to question the orders of your tribe!"

"I think she has completely fallen from grace and must be expelled from the tribe immediately!"

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After a brief silence, angry shouts erupted one after another. Looking at those flushed faces, Airola's face only showed a deep contempt.

They're all inferior beings, completely unable to grasp the true nature of power. Then I'll prove to them that submitting to the great Dragon Lord is the wisest choice!

boom--!

The horses' hooves, as large as winnowing baskets, pounded the earth, making a thunderous sound.

Driven by immense power, this enormous centaur displayed an agility completely disproportionate to its size.

When this creature, comparable to a giant elephant, charged head-on at a speed exceeding 100 kilometers per hour, the momentum it exuded was simply unmatched.

The sturdy leather tent was blown away, and a giant spear, thicker than an adult's waist, tore through the air and swept towards the centaur elders who had just spoken.

The air was violently compressed, forming a transparent shockwave that seemed almost tangible, causing the manes of several centaur elders to flutter wildly. They hurriedly raised their weapons to defend themselves, but in the next instant, they were blasted off the ground by the immense force.

The power from the red dragon surged through Erola's veins, gradually turning her exposed skin a magma-like crimson.

After landing a successful blow, she didn't stop. Her massive body leaped up and slammed down heavily on the elders who had been knocked away.

boom--!!

A dull rumble of thunder boomed again, causing the ground within a radius of several meters to tremble violently.

A centaur elder who couldn't dodge in time was instantly crushed into the ground, his bones shattered, his flesh rotten, and he was completely turned into a puddle of mud.

"What are you doing!"

"She's gone mad! She's completely gone mad!"

"Aira! Why did you do this!"

Terrified screams rang out as a silver-white centaur charged forward, blocking another slash from Arora.

As she listened to the questions around her, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned into a wide grin, revealing sharp fangs that had become like those of a carnivore, making her originally alluring face appear somewhat ferocious.

The red dragon blood surging within her body began to surge wildly under the stimulation of the bloody smell, causing her killing intent to rise continuously.

"Why? Of course, it's so you can witness the power of the Great Dragon Lord with your own eyes!"

Chapter 247 Division

The core ability of the Mad Dragon Curse is to cause infected life forms to actively evolve into Thor's life form.

However, as a powerful red dragon, and with the addition of various monster templates, Thor possesses a vast number of special abilities that are simply beyond the capacity of ordinary creatures.

This causes infected creatures to take on different forms due to differences in race, physique, and even their desire for power.

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The moment her attack was blocked, a savage glint flashed in Erola's eyes.

Blood began to surge through his body, his skin glowed a crimson red from the intense heat, and a sharp, bird-like electrical hum suddenly rang out as black and red lightning burst forth from within him.

Stimulated by the dual power of dragon attributes and lightning, his already formidable physical abilities surged even higher, and he forcefully pressed down with his outstretched arm.

Keep in mind that this is a centaur that is a full 6 meters tall, nearly three times the height of an ordinary centaur, and weighs more than 20 times as much.

Such a stark difference in size is like an ordinary person facing an Asian elephant, enough to make the opponent feel deeply powerless and desperate.

Lunaris felt a force like a mountain collapsing from above, causing the holy spear that held the giant spear to bend, and a cracking sound to come from under his feet as all four of his thick hooves sank into the ground.

Windrunners are not a class that relies on strength, and for a moment he only felt his blood surging and his face turning red, and he was completely unable to break free.

Seeing that the chosen successor of the Holy Lance was in danger, the centaur elders around them could no longer care about anything else and roared as they rushed over from all sides.

Centaurs in the wilderness are skilled at using spears, and with the force of their charge, they can easily pierce through the defenses of most opponents.

But when their weapons struck Erola's thick scales, it felt as if they had hit an indestructible rock, leaving only scratches of varying depths amidst the flying sparks.

The enormous size brings not only greater strength, but also a terrifyingly thick scale armor that is terrifying to ordinary creatures.

After enduring the blows from the centaur elders without moving an inch, Erola grinned maliciously, her mouth stretching to the sides as she began to take a deep breath, causing her chest to bulge out.

The temperature in the air was rising steadily, and this signature move startled Lunaris, who immediately shouted.

"Get out of the way!!"

In the next instant, orange-red flames gushed from Erola's mouth, pouring out wildly in all directions like a waterfall cascading from the sky.

The scorching heat continued to spread outwards, and the grass underfoot instantly turned yellow and scorched. The centaur elders who were besieging Erola could not withstand such high temperatures and hurriedly fled in all directions.

"Weak! You are far too weak! Before the power of the great Dragon Lord, you are utterly pathetic!"

"Only by surrendering, offering all their loyalty and lives, can the centaurs have the right to continue to live in the wilderness."

"Stop being so stubborn! Abandon that ridiculous hatred and pride, and submit to the feet of the great Dragon Lord!"

The flames shot skyward, turning most of the night sky a fiery red.

The enormous centaur laughed wildly amidst the flames, the fire licking at her dark red body, making her appear as if she were the embodiment of destruction.

This exaggerated commotion roused the entire centaur tribe from its slumber.

Accompanied by cries of terror and bewilderment, the iron hooves trampled the earth, producing a thunderous roar.

Soon, a large number of centaurs gathered from all directions, and upon hearing Erola's arrogant words, they all glared at her angrily.

Some hot-tempered men had already drawn their bows and shot powerful arrows at her, while others had glints in their eyes and other thoughts.

In any world, leaving one's homeland is never an easy thing to accept. Leaving one's familiar homeland makes even the continuation of a tribe extremely difficult, let alone the survival of an ordinary centaur.

Not all centaurs have the courage to take a gamble, nor do they want to risk their lives. They simply want to survive, and other things like hatred and glory are not things they need to consider.

If submitting to the red dragon can bring better survival, then it doesn't seem unacceptable.

And clearly, there are quite a few people who hold this view.

Those fleeting glances and hesitations were caught by Erola from her superior position, and her already arrogant smile became even more smug.