Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Now, she even exudes a faint fierce aura, a characteristic that appears after the red dragon bloodline within her has reached a certain level.

She now resembles a miniature, human-shaped dragon, and her strength has greatly increased. The only thing that remains unchanged is her unwavering loyalty and respect for Thor.

Faced with Thor's questioning gaze, Tana immediately knelt respectfully on the ground, the flames burning on her head and wings flickering slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Great Dragon Lord, among your loyal servants, one has been summoned back and is waiting at the foot of the mountain to request an audience. Shall we summon him up?"

Upon hearing this, Thor released his senses and indeed detected a familiar aura not far below the volcano.

In addition, there was a faint dragon's might, carrying the aura of ice and snow, clearly indicating that it was a weak white dragon.

That's interesting. There's no white dragon in this world that would dare to step into his territory.

A surge of curiosity made Thor grin, and he immediately gave the order.

"Bring him in, and that idiot too. I want to see who has the guts to do this."

Chapter 250 Bestowal

After Tana accepted the order and withdrew, not long after, heavy footsteps sounded again outside the hall.

Bren followed closely behind the imposing kobold, step by step entering the magnificent palace. The gold and silver threads and dazzling gems inlaid around it almost blinded him.

But he always remembered that these were the treasures of the great dragon lord, and he dared not harbor even the slightest covetous thought. Throughout the entire process, he kept his head down, his gaze fixed on his reflection in the smooth, mirror-like obsidian floor.

The sunlight overhead was blocked by the crimson-gold dome, but the surrounding environment did not become dark as a result—because a continuous stream of firelight and heat was surging out from the depths of the palace.

Soon, Bren followed the kobolds to a spacious hall. The moment he stepped inside, an aura of majesty, seemingly solidified, enveloped him.

Stimulated by this aura, the blood in his body trembled with excitement, and he involuntarily knelt down, shouting in an excited voice.

"Great Dragon Lord! Your loyal servant has come at your summons, awaiting your command!"

Thor gazed at the nearly 6-meter-tall creature beneath the throne, vaguely remembering that it was the first being to whom he had bestowed the Mad Dragon Curse, and that it was originally a berserker.

But at this moment, how could one see any trace of his former self? His tall body was covered with scales like heavy armor, his claws and teeth were sharp, his skin was dark red, and horns like those of a buffalo extended from the sides of his head, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Then, Thor's gaze turned to what was behind him—a young white dragon tightly bound by chains.

The immense pressure constantly assaulted the poor beast, causing its scales to tremble as if in spasms. It wanted to turn and flee, but the overwhelming fear prevented it from even opening its eyes.

Indeed, the white dragon had been awakened by its body's instinctive reaction the moment it was dragged into the palace.

When he realized that he was standing in front of a legendary red dragon, he was so frightened that he dared not move and was afraid that he would die on the spot if he was not careful.

This disappointed Thor somewhat; he had expected a bold and audacious fellow, but it turned out to be nothing more than a cowardly wretch. He immediately lost interest in him and instead spoke to Bren in front of him.

"I am glad to see you back alive. I said that when we meet again I would grant you even greater power and bestow upon you the glorious Crown of the Burning Blades!"

Although you have not yet fully mastered the power within you, nor have you grown enough, the great red dragon never breaks its promise and appreciates your loyalty!

Now! Raise your heads and accept the baptism of flames! Either survive it, or you'll be burned to ashes!

The sound, like the roar of a volcano, echoed within the palace, instantly filling Brun with immense joy.

He excitedly raised his head and saw the increasingly enormous Dragon Lord sitting quietly on the throne, his scales shimmering with a crimson luster, his body seemingly shrouded in a hazy rainbow light.

Immediately afterwards, Thor raised a thick claw, and a fist-sized crystal resembling solidified flame emerged from the void.

This is the Fire Dragon Jade he extracted earlier, containing the flames and life energy accumulated over many years within the body of a male fire dragon.

This is undoubtedly a precious treasure, but it is too low-level for Thor to be of any use, so he has never used it. Now it comes in handy.

When he used his magic to grind the Fire Dragon Jade into fine dust, the enormous energy contained within it suddenly erupted, but it was also firmly suppressed and unable to break free.

Immediately, the power originating from the curse of the mad dragon rose from Thor's body, carrying with it the power of distortion and chaos, and merged into the surging flames, rushing towards Bren.

Faced with this terrifying energy coming head-on, Bren did not choose to dodge. Instead, he opened his arms and actively welcomed its arrival.

As the blazing flames enveloped him, they instantly transformed into countless tiny fire threads, constantly burrowing into his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Thus, the dormant curse of the mad dragon within him was awakened once more, driving his flesh and blood to undergo a new round of transformation.

The intense pain caused Bren to hunch over. The immense, scorching life energy of the Rathalos surged through his body, making him feel as if his blood was boiling and burning.

Muscles regenerate after being torn, becoming stronger; the scales on the body's surface are like ore that has been forged at high temperatures, becoming indestructible through repeated tempering.

Genetic information from the bloodline allows certain spells to emerge from the mind as if by instinct; a huge bulge rises on the back, from which wide wings emerge.

Thor used the distorted and chaotic domain to accelerate the infection and transformation of the Mad Dragon Curse, and then used the Dragon Jade from the Fire Dragon to replenish the elemental and life energy consumed by Bren.

The changes that should have occurred in Bren over a longer period of time were forcibly compressed into a short moment by Thor's own abilities.

At the same time, Thor's current strength is vastly different from that before he fell asleep.

The monster template loaded onto him has been updated and now possesses even more powerful special abilities.

When the Mad Dragon Curse he emitted linked with the Mad Dragon Curse within Bren's body, it was as if two mobile phones were exchanging data, and the template contained in the Mad Dragon Curse within Bren's body also began to be updated.

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The intense pain from the drastic physical transformation nearly made Bren scream. But to avoid showing weakness before the great Dragon Lord, he gritted his teeth and suppressed the pain, turning it into muffled groans.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Although only a dozen minutes had passed, it felt as if it had been longer than his entire life.

Fortunately, he pulled through. As the pain subsided like a receding tide, an endless sense of power surged through his body.

His original height of 6 meters had increased to 7 meters, his body was bulging with muscles, and a pair of broad dragon wings draped over his back like a cloak.

This force was so powerful that Bren felt he could easily crush his former self with just a little effort.

The immense increase in his strength filled him with undisguised elation, and his gaze as he looked up at Thor was filled with fervent reverence.

Thor, looking at the masterpiece he had created with his own hands, couldn't help but feel a little satisfied.

Only with such strength can one barely be considered to share the burden. The previous half-finished products were nothing more than ants that would be crushed with the slightest force, and were of no use at all.

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"From this day forward, you will be my first servant, the glorious Crown of the Burning Blades! You will be responsible for leading other companions like you to fight for me, conquer more territories, and bring back endless wealth!"

"The name Bren is too weak! I will bestow upon you the name Kassox—the Blade of Burning Flames!"

Chapter 251 Burning All Disloyal Ones

Kasos departed, leaving the white dragon in the hall. According to him, it was a gift for the great dragon lord.

Normally, a true dragon would never allow another unfamiliar true dragon to enter its territory, especially an evil dragon led by the Five-Colored Dragon. If this happens, it will only escalate into a life-or-death struggle.

However, the situation changes when the two dragons are vastly different in strength. For example, in the lair of the Doomsday Reptile, there exists a fat red dragon that is kept as a pet.

The same applies to the white dragon before Thor. Even if he lay still and let the dragon attack, the dragon would only be killed by the counterattack of the energy swirling around him, posing no threat whatsoever.

So Thor didn't mind letting him stay in his territory, treating him like a harmless puppy. Besides, the magical abilities that true dragons are born with would be very useful to him.

As soon as the order was given, a blue dragon over 15 meters long walked in with elegant steps from outside the hall.

Leilia first bowed respectfully to Thor, then looked at the white dragon who was still pretending to be asleep, her eyes revealing undisguised contempt. At Thor's command, she took the white dragon away.

While white dragons may be considered a disgrace to the five-colored dragons, they are still extremely dangerous to ordinary creatures. Only powerful beings who are also among the five-colored dragons are suitable to train and manage them.

Thor didn't take this little incident to heart. He continued to leisurely stay in his palace every day, only taking a tour of his territory when the mood struck him, thus announcing his presence.

Time passed slowly, and after Kassox, Thor's other retinues scattered outside began to return one after another.

These relatives didn't receive much attention, since people usually only remember the first name, and Thor didn't care much about these unfinished products.

So he simply designated a few hilltops and handed them all over to Caesars to manage.

What happens when a group of unruly creatures, filled with violence and a desire for destruction, gather together is easy to imagine.

Since their arrival, the roaring explosions and dazzling flames from those hilltops have been almost incessant. Every day, fierce battles erupt for various reasons; sometimes, simply disliking someone can ignite a fight.

Kasos became the focus of attention. As a fellow member of the Dragon Lord's chosen family, why was he superior to others?

This was simply unbearable for these proud and arrogant creatures, and almost every newcomer would challenge him.

Thor did not interfere with any of this; on the contrary, he was happy to see it happen.

These dragonborn are tools for dedicated combat; the weak have no value in living, so they might as well become nourishment for the growth of others.

If Kasos still cannot retain his throne as the strongest even with his help, then replacing him with someone else would undoubtedly be a better choice.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint Thor in the end, and with his unparalleled rage and fire, he gradually established his leadership position.

Thor finally summoned his family members, who had been scattered throughout the country, to his palace when they had almost all gathered.

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It was a clear midday, and the bright sunlight poured down from the sky, shining on the crimson dome like a layer of burning flame.

For this reason, the palace has a simple and unadorned name—Crimson Flame Palace, just like the fortresses built by the blue dragons with black basalt are called Blackrock Fortresses.

When these powerful creatures stepped onto the mirror-smooth obsidian floor tiles inside the hall, they all became cautious and reserved, just like Kassox when he first met Thor, not even daring to look up.

Thor remained seated on his throne, his gaze sweeping over his retinue below. The vast majority were insignificant to him; only a few were somewhat noteworthy.

If they survive and become even stronger, he wouldn't mind bestowing a name upon them personally.

Right now, they are far from qualified. They are like a pile of iron ore that has only undergone simple refining and still need to be burned by flames and forged by hammers.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the next instant, the enormous red dragon stood up amidst a throng of fervent gazes, its wings slightly spread, casting a shadow that blotted out the sky.

“Weak creatures, slaves branded by the fire of the raging dragon, raise your heads and look at me—your only true God, the source of power and destruction!”

The wilderness beneath our feet has been empty for far too long, but from this day forward, it will no longer belong to the wind, nor to the beasts, nor to any intelligent creature.

This land can belong to only one name, the sky can only echo one voice, and all that does not submit to me shall be utterly destroyed!

Now, all of you, go out into the wilderness and make every creature you encounter either submit or turn into scorched earth!

Every rebel I encounter will have their throats torn apart, and their dying screams will become hymns of praise for me!

Go forth! My fury flows in your bones! My flames burn in your blood! When you charge, the earth will tremble; when you roar, the smoke will blot out the sun.

"Go and burn the entire wilderness down, don't even spare the bedbugs in the ground!!!"

A loud voice came from Thor's mouth, echoing throughout the vast palace, deafeningly loud.

Without a detailed plan or clear instructions, what he issued was an unreasonable will to destroy.

The immense aura stimulated the creatures below, and wisps of the mad dragon's curse continuously emanated from Thor's body.

The followers, who were already filled with awe and fanaticism for Thor, had their emotions ignited almost instantly. Their blood surged, and their pupils burned with a tangible rage.

They gazed silently at the great dragon lord on the throne, whose golden-red body radiated a dazzling light, as radiant as the sun.

At this moment, all language seemed pale and powerless; the only response to Saul was a thunderous roar of agreement.

One by one, kobolds began to file into the hall from all four sides, carrying weapons specially prepared for their miniature giant-like followers.

They are made entirely of sparrowstone, mixed with dazzling dragonstone and blazing iron; they may not be gorgeous, but they are definitely hard enough.

The servants each grasped their favorite weapons, bowed deeply to Sol once more, and then strode out of the palace.

They were to carry out the great dragon lord's command until every corner of the wilderness was burned to ashes.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the bodies of these followers, a sign that Thor had granted them permission to spread the curse of the mad dragon to a certain extent.

From this moment on, they can also infect creatures weaker than themselves, and even use this to build their own army.

Chapter 252 The Red Dragon Alliance

A crimson wave surges down from the doomsday volcano, eventually sweeping across the entire wilderness and the whole world.

Tall dragonborn roamed the land, seemingly tireless, bestowing their judgment upon all creatures they encountered.

Only by kneeling and shouting the name of the great dragon lord, offering up one's life and loyalty, can one be pardoned; those who refuse to submit will ultimately be burned to ashes.

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