Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

"Great Dragon Lord, Kasos and the others have completed the task you assigned and are on their way back. Would you like to summon them?"

Thor's huge eyes flashed as he thought of the subordinate whose name he had given him.

Speaking of which, in the outside world, they are called Darkborn because of the curse of the mad dragons that surround their bodies and their generally dark red bodies. Their own name is Thor, which is the same as the relationship in a certain game in their previous life, which can be considered a coincidence.

After a long time, these guys finally wiped out most of the creatures in the wilderness that refused to submit.

Of course, there must be some that slipped through the net, hiding in various secluded corners. After all, the entire wilderness is too vast to be completely cleaned up.

Thor didn't care; they were just rats in the gutter, nothing to worry about, and there was no need to waste any more energy on them.

It's just in time that his men have returned; he happens to have some things he needs to instruct them to do.

Located in the inland wilderness, lacking channels for expansion and dumping goods, Saul decided to build a canal leading to the coast.

Chapter 285 Conspiracy

When the Darkin scattered across the land came to pay homage to Thor beneath the towering Mount Doom, he couldn't help but marvel once again at the power of the Black Eclipse monster template.

While the Mad Dragon Virus may not be as destructive to matter as many ancient dragons, its impact on living organisms is undoubtedly unparalleled.

Because Thor released the control over the Dragon Curse within his Darkin minions, they were able to infect other creatures a second time.

So when these Darkin left, they were all alone, but when they returned, they had already formed a huge army.

Various races thronged behind different Darkin, numbering in the dozens, hundreds, or even thousands, each bearing some of the characteristics of the Darkin they followed.

As Thor strode out of the magnificent Crimson Palace, thousands upon thousands of creatures immediately knelt down, offering their loyal greetings with a thunderous roar of fervor.

The intense emotion was absorbed and transformed by the wheel in his mind, and the essence balance displayed below jumped up.

This filled Thor with a surge of pleasure. His ferocious maw split open to the sides, and his molten gold pupils swept over the Darkin below.

The dragon's photographic memory allowed him to realize that the battle to clear the wilderness had resulted in fewer familiar faces among the Darkborn, while also adding some unfamiliar figures.

Their strength has also increased significantly, and their size has grown further. Now, their average height is about 7 meters, which is comparable to some giant species.

Four Darkin were of particular interest to him: the Blade of the Burning Blade, whom he had personally selected; a centaur who resembled a mobile fortress; and a giant hyena lying on the ground.

There was also a bewitching woman with horns on her head and dragon wings on her back. Her entire lower body was covered in soft scales that resembled a long skirt, while only the key parts of her upper body were covered with hard scales. Her hands were also wrapped in long chains.

Compared to the giant-like Darkin, she was undoubtedly much smaller, only about 2.5 meters tall, but Thor could sense the abundant magic within her, making her a rare spellcaster.

The Darkin had the fewest followers, but all of them possessed some spellcasting ability.

Thor felt it necessary to know their names, after all, they were strong individuals who had stood out from all his subordinates, and they deserved his slight attention.

As for the other mediocre ones, who knows when they will perish or be replaced by other creatures? They have no right to be remembered by him.

As the massive red dragon stretched out its forepaw and gently pressed down, the surrounding cheers and shouts of praise abruptly ceased, leaving only the red dragon's deep voice echoing.

"You, you, and you, you all look good. What are your names?"

The Darkin who were called out looked up in surprise, completely unexpected that they would be noticed by the great Dragon Lord.

The centaur, resembling a small mobile fortress, was the first to reply with fervor.

“Great Dragon Lord, my name is Airola. I witnessed your glory more than 20 years ago…”

Then came the enormous, humanoid, crimson hyena, whose tone was equally frenzied.

“I am Morak, Bloodclaw Morak, your loyal hound…”

Thor felt the name was strangely familiar, and when he turned his gaze, he saw half a dragon crystal hanging from a chain on the hyena's neck.

It turns out that he was the ultimate winner of the gladiatorial contest that I originally hosted. I never expected that he would not only survive to this day, but also become my beneficiary. He is indeed quite lucky.

The last spellcaster spoke in a much calmer tone, with a touch more reserve. She first gently lifted the long "skirt" at her side, bowed, and then spoke.

“I am Verena Serantia, and it is an honor to be remembered by the great Dragon Lord.”

The enormous red dragon nodded slightly in response to their self-introduction. Then, with a wave of its claw, ripples appeared in the space in front of it, like rain falling on a pond, from which a large amount of dragon crystals were scattered.

Crystals rich in pure ley line energy quickly piled up into a small hill, and then Thor spoke again.

“You did a good job before, this is a reward for you.”

Next, we'll open a passage to the coast from here and eliminate any creatures that dare to stand in our way.

The numerous Darkborn looked in the direction Thor's claws pointed, and responded loudly without thinking, without asking why or considering the meaning, simply carrying out the order instinctively.

So, having just returned, they threw themselves into their new busy work once again. The only good news was that this time, logistics would be somewhat guaranteed.

Actually, it would be more convenient and faster for Thor to do this himself, but then what use would his subordinates be?

The territory is still in its early stages of development, and it will be quite some time before we really need to vigorously develop trade. This is a good opportunity to give these guys something to do.

Thor, after a long absence, stepped out of his Crimson Palace, his broad wings outstretched, surrounded by the raging winds and moisture in the sky.

The rolling dark clouds, like waves, spread and surged outwards from Thor's body, quickly covering an area of ​​tens of kilometers in radius, forming a huge cumulonimbus cloud.

As he fully activated the power within his body, the passage connecting to the water elemental plane was forcibly torn open.

The endless flow of water turned into raindrops and poured down, as if the Milky Way had reversed its course. As Thor flew by, it left large patches of wet mud on the ground.

Over the next period of time, he will bring widespread rainfall to the entire wilderness, hydrating this parched land.

The parched loess greedily absorbed the moisture, and the grass particles mixed in with the dust took the opportunity to sprout and grow rapidly, leaving a verdant trail where Thor flew.

Some indigenous people trapped in the drought-stricken wilderness couldn't help but show heartfelt joy when faced with the torrential rain that came from the sky. Some even knelt down and worshipped it as a gift from the gods.

This unexpected bonus allowed Thor to gain a considerable amount of spiritual essence.

Meanwhile, in a hidden underground cave, a group of sorcerers clad in black robes are plotting.

"Those damned Darkin are finally gone. They bit anyone they saw, they were like mad dogs."

"What are our losses? How many people have been killed?"

"About a third, but the vast majority are peripheral members. The real core members did not suffer much damage and it will not affect the next plan."

"The ritual array we set up earlier was affected by the volcanic eruption triggered by the sleeping red dragon and can no longer be used. We must choose a new location this time."

"Let's choose the territories of those five-colored dragons! They're relatively weak, and they're full of evil creatures. With just a little bit of enticement, we can..."

Chapter 286 Abyss Passage

Two young red dragons were coiled on a high earthen slope. Their scales shimmered with a metallic luster, and they were much larger than other young dragons of the same age, almost comparable to teenage dragons.

One of them was rather plump, with an enormous chin that created a peculiar underbite. The other had more developed wings on its back, and its claws gleamed with a purplish-red poisonous light.

This was Sistana and Calp, who had finally managed to copy down the dragon heritage they had discovered so far from Thor's mind.

The dragon inheritance in a true dragon's mind does not fully emerge from birth. The information it contains is too vast, and if it were to all surface at once, it would definitely burn the brain of the fledgling dragon.

Therefore, it is wrapped in a slow-release form, which will be gradually released as the dragon grows and develops.

Generally speaking, a true dragon can fully explore the knowledge in the dragon's heritage when it reaches adolescence. If it is exceptionally talented and develops better, this time will be earlier, and vice versa.

Take the White Dragon for example; its low intelligence is a fatal flaw in this regard.

Therefore, these young dragons do not have much magical knowledge in their minds at this moment. If they want to copy a spellbook that can be learned by others, they cannot just inscribe the corresponding runes. They must also attach the corresponding spiritual power and magical fluctuations. So it must be something they have already mastered.

This further limited the spells that the young dragons could copy. When Thor realized he could no longer extract any more benefits from them, he gave each dragon a few dozen gold coins and sent them back to their own autonomous domain.

Sistana and Calp were among them, of course. Having suffered a great deal of anger at their adopted brother's place, the first thing they did upon returning was to vent their frustrations.

They were quite lucky; the autonomous territory they were assigned to was a relatively habitable plain.

In addition to their relationship with Thor, over 90% of the evil creatures in the wilderness would think of them first when choosing a ally.

After all, this is the blood relative of the great Red Emperor. No matter how weak the kinship between evil dragons may be, they still share the same blood.

Just like the king's brother, even if he is just a commoner, many people will rush to curry favor with him.

Moreover, as a creature whose power largely comes from its bloodline, and as a blood relative of the Great Red Emperor, the True Dragon must have extraordinary abilities compared to ordinary Red Dragons, making it a highly promising investment.

The land near Mount Doom is limited and has been completely occupied by the creatures and clans that originally followed Thor. Even though disasters have occurred frequently due to the growth of the red dragon, it is still under the emperor's nose. No clan with a brain would choose to evacuate. In fact, due to the expansion of the race, it seems that there is not enough space for them to live.

Newcomers who do not possess outstanding talent can only go to the autonomous territories that are being developed outside the volcanic mountain range. For the reasons mentioned above, the territories of Sistana and Kalp are undoubtedly the first choice.

Looking at the numerous creatures gathered below the earthen slope, the two red dragon cubs undoubtedly felt immense satisfaction.

Arrogance and vanity perfectly describe them at this moment, as they boast to themselves while indiscriminately reprimanding their subordinates.

If Thor hadn't considered all living intelligent beings in his territory as his property and not allowed any being to kill without cause, these two might have already started fighting.

Ishtar and Vulcan mingled among the many creatures below the earthen slope. They were not wearing their usual black robes, but rather tattered linen clothes, making them look no different from refugees who had fled from human territory.

The voices of Sistana and Calp reached their ears; they were nothing more than two young reptiles spouting nonsense. They lowered their heads, merely to conceal the madness and coldness in their eyes.

Once the two young dragons had satisfied their vanity, the other creatures dispersed and went about their own business.

The land needed to be cultivated, reservoirs needed to be built, and there were also dwellings, granaries, mills, and so on—there was always work to be done.

Evil spellcasters mingled among them, quietly burying ominous items underground.

Time passed slowly, and before long, a massive magic array gradually took shape, enveloping the entire town.

On a dark, moonless night, the evil ritual began.

Seven liters of intelligent life's blood, three pieces of obsidian, rotting thorns and poppies, a pinch of shadow essence, and a living person.

Together they formed a deep abyss array nearly three meters in diameter, covered with twisted spiral patterns. The foul energy then spread outwards, activating the things that had been buried before.

Wisps of purplish-red mist seeped out from the ground and quietly entered the dreams of every sleeping creature.

An unnamed frenzy and rage, mixed with intense hunger and bloodlust, rose from their hearts, causing them to suddenly open their bloodshot eyes.

A chaotic scene was set in motion, as these already chaotic and evil creatures were born with a thirst for blood and slaughter.

These purplish-red mists merely ignited and amplified the desires in their hearts, causing what had been suppressed by reason and fear to resurface from the depths of their souls.

First, a gnoll was suddenly awakened from his slumber and turned to rush towards a companion with whom he usually did not get along.

Sharp claws and teeth easily tore through the flesh of their opponent. As blood seeped out, the sweet, fishy smell, like poppies, amplified their instincts.

All reason was thrown to the back of their minds at that moment, leaving only the instincts of monsters to dominate their bodies. Then, another gnoll attacked its companion without warning, triggering a chain reaction that was like a string of firecrackers being lit.

Chaos is spreading beyond the gnolls; evil spellcasters mixed in with the village are taking the opportunity to set fire to the surrounding shacks, the flames blazing and turning the night sky hundreds or even thousands of meters around red.

Blood, death, and the scattered fragments of souls were all captured by the evil magic circle buried underground, transforming into a massive energy that flowed towards the center of the array.

The void there was expanding like dough rising, with energy constantly seeping out from the abyss.

Demon warlocks and evil spellcasters, having ripped off their disguises, were chanting loudly around them.

The magic emanating from them acts like a compass, guiding the will from the abyss to descend upon this world.

The fermenting void trembled suddenly at that moment, slowly opening to both sides like eyes, revealing the purplish-black "pupils" inside.

First, a coward crawled out of the torn passage, followed by more demons, as if a spring had been dug out in the void, flowing out continuously.

Chapter 287 Demon

The Abyss is the most chaotic and mysterious place in the multiverse.

Countless planes have given birth to countless demons, which can be roughly divided into three categories: Tanaris, Obiris, and Lomara.

Currently, the dominant species in the Abyss are the Tanari demons. They are usually transformed from the souls of humanoid beings who have fallen into the Abyss, but the chaotic and evil deeds of some humanoid beings may also give rise to new demons.

For example, the Thousand-Legged Demon: when a mortal utters a lie that will have serious consequences, a Thousand-Legged Demon may be born in some corner of the bottomless abyss.

Furthermore, this process has absolutely nothing to do with the faction of the mortal who told the lie or whether they survived. Many centipedes will also go to great lengths to find the mortals who created them, and then "reward" these creators with endless pain and torment.

Of course! This situation is ultimately only a minority. The vast majority of Tanari demons are transformed from the souls of humanoid beings.

When a chaotic and evil humanoid dies, its soul falls into the abyss of the River Styx and is reborn.

Some powerful demon lords are not content with this and even venture into the realms of death in certain worlds to plunder souls that should not have fallen into the abyss. The Wall of the Believers in Kranvor has become a place they frequently visit.