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Having absorbed enough energy, the originally purplish-black summoning circle suddenly turned bright red, and billowing heat waves surged out from it, as if connecting to the fire elemental plane.

A powerful being answered the call, uttering an arrogant voice.

"Who is summoning the great Marglos? Humble servants, insignificant creatures, all will submit to my decapitation sword!!"

First, a pair of curved horns emerged from the summoning circle, followed by long, pointed ears, a gaping maw with fangs, and a ferocious head.

Its eye sockets did not contain the pupils of ordinary creatures, but only two burning orange-red orbs of light, radiating intense arrogance, as if all things in the world were merely weak ants in its eyes.

And it certainly has the right to be arrogant—it is a Baloro Balrog, the pinnacle of Tanaris demon evolution, and the strongest being second only to the demon lord.

As it emerged from the summoning circle, its majestic 6-meter-tall body, its enormous bat wings resembling a cloak, the decapitation sword and the flaming whip held in its thick claws, and its curved hooves all exuded terror.

A layer of burning hellfire enveloped its body, and rolling heat waves spread outwards along with an aura of fear.

Marglos looked with satisfaction at the two demon warlocks kneeling before him, their respectful posture resembling that of competent servants.

The only thing that displeased it was: where were its enemies? Where were those weak, lowly, and insignificant creatures who wanted to please it with blood and death?

Before Marglos could ask a question, a demon warlock kneeling in front of him spoke up.

"Great Red Dragon, we have obeyed your orders. Are you satisfied?"

Red dragon? What red dragon? How am I like those lowly reptiles!

These nonsensical words instantly enraged Marglos, who raised his flaming whip sharply, intending to teach this ignorant creature a lesson.

But in the next instant, the instinct of a powerful creature made it turn around abruptly, and the hellfire enveloping its body seemed to be startled and leaped more than 10 meters high.

A massive red dragon, over 30 meters long, with scales shimmering with golden-red luster and wings that blotted out the sky, was silently watching him with its molten golden eyes, wearing a half-smile.

As if some unknown barrier had been broken, the moment the red dragon was seen, a fierce aura and immense magical power, like a tsunami, rushed towards him, instantly suppressing the hellfire rising from Marglos's body.

This is not a creature I can fight! It also has fire immunity, but the red dragon in front of me is much, much larger, and with its extraordinary aura, it is clearly no benevolent creature.

To grow into a Balor Demon in such a dangerous place as the Bottomless Abyss, it must possess exceptional insight, the ability to assess situations, and, most importantly, luck.

In a flash, Marglos had assessed the situation and quickly devised a countermeasure.

The summoning circle beneath its feet glowed red again, as if it intended to escape back to the Abyss Plane before the summoning channel was completely closed.

However, a broad, massive claw moved even faster, slamming down from the side with the force of a landslide and a tsunami.

The outstretched five fingers almost covered most of Marglos's body, with dreamlike rainbow light and pitch-black electricity swirling around them, leaving a fleeting afterimage in the air.

The next instant, an unparalleled force came from the side, causing Marglos's vision to lengthen and twist, and his entire body turned into a high-speed cannonball, tumbling and flying away.

Chapter 290 Capture

The scenery before him was receding at an alarming speed, and in Marglos's eyes, everything in the world had turned into blurry, indistinguishable lines.

The massive tree, as thick as a person's waist, was snapped in half as easily as a fragile weed, leaving deep, broken grooves on the ground.

The enormous humanoid creature, over 6 meters tall, seemed to have become a stone used to skip across water, bouncing and flying for over a thousand meters before crashing with a loud thud onto a protruding boulder.

The violent impact left the powerful demon feeling pain all over its body, and burning blood was constantly flowing from its wide, tusk-filled, monstrous mouth.

Its large bat wings on its back were now tattered, and its skin was torn in several places. The entire demon was like a broken doll, deeply embedded in the rock.

At this moment, its orange-red pupils, which resembled burning fireballs, were filled with intense shock.

Although he had known for a long time that this red dragon was stronger than him, he did not expect it to be this strong. The dragon had almost seriously injured him with just a casual slap.

That unparalleled power—if the opponent hadn't slapped him away but instead struck downwards, preventing the force from being released during flight, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Fortunately, I managed to withstand the attack. That red dragon probably never expected that I would survive!

Now that the distance between the two sides has increased, as long as they use their innate advanced teleportation skills, they can...

The Balor Fire Demon, engulfed in infernal flames, broke free from the boulder, leaving behind a humanoid mark trailing lava.

As a high-ranking overlord in the abyss, Marglos, though a chaotic, evil, warlike, and raging demon, is by no means a mindless brute.

Even knowing it was powerless against its opponent, despite being slapped, its first thought was still to run away.

After all, in the perilous abyss, apart from those born powerful beings, any demon who acts impulsively and stubbornly will almost never survive long.

Suddenly, the hellfire burning on Marglos's body intensified and became brighter, and his entire body vanished from the spot in an instant, reappearing at the edge of the horizon.

Balrogs are born with advanced teleportation abilities, allowing them to instantly move to any visible location. It is said that some particularly powerful Balrogs can even jump between dimensions.

After several flashes, Marglos had already arrived dozens of kilometers away. Just when it thought it had gotten rid of the terrifying red dragon and breathed a slight sigh of relief, the void in front of it suddenly rippled like water.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment, and five sharp fingernails emerged from the ripples, their surfaces gleaming with an indestructible metallic sheen.

Following closely behind were thick, long claws and broad, powerful claws—the very same dragon claw that had once sent it flying several kilometers with a single slap.

It was that red dragon catching up. But weren't these damned reptiles known for their physical strength and fire breath? When did they acquire such speed and the ability to jump through space?

Marglos didn't have time to think carefully; he instinctively activated a high-level teleportation spell, wanting to escape from here again.

Unexpectedly, a dreamlike rainbow light and pitch-black electricity spread out first, instantly stirring up the elements in the surrounding space, causing them to boil violently like porridge.

This sudden change caused it to pause in its perception of space. In that brief moment of delay, the enormous dragon claw landed on its body, its five claws tightening abruptly.

Marglos felt an immense pressure coming from all directions, and the air in his chest was compressed, turning into blazing flames that spewed out from his seven orifices.

Its advanced teleportation spell, which it was about to unleash, was abruptly interrupted. It could only raise its decapitation sword and slash hard at the forelimbs that extended from its claws, hoping to make the red dragon release its grip due to the pain.

When the sharp blade clashed with the golden-red scales, the sound was like the resounding of a grand bell, sparks flew everywhere, and a strong tremor ran through the hand, but not a single scratch was left on the dragon's claws.

Its hardness was so great that it surpassed even the finest gold, causing Marglos to feel a sense of despair.

At the same time, the enormous red dragon emerged from the void like a swimming fish, its two golden pupils fixed on the large "rat" it held in its claws, a ferocious smile appearing on its lips.

"You weakling, you think you can just leave as soon as you arrive? What do you take my territory for?"

A crimson flame rose from Thor's claws, intertwining with the dark red hellfire emanating from the Balrog's body.

Two creatures both immune to fire should not have been harmed by the flames emanating from each other, but the hellfire on the Balrog's body could scorch the soul, and the crimson flames emanating from Thor flickered with rainbow light and were filled with the power of elemental annihilation, so that both of them felt pain.

The difference was that Thor, thanks to his powerful mental strength and magical resistance, only felt a slight stinging pain. Marglos, on the other hand, felt as if his entire skin was being disintegrated, and couldn't help but groan in pain.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the guy actually became tougher.

After all, in its view, even if a demon dies outside the abyss, it will eventually return to the abyss to be reborn, only losing some power and memories.

"Stop being so smug, you crawler! If you've got the guts, kill me. When we meet again, I'll make you pay!"

Before he could finish speaking, the orange-red light in Marglos's eyes began to turn incandescent, and a tremendous power was brewing within him, like a volcano about to erupt.

With his keen sense of fire, Thor immediately recognized that this was the precursor to a Burning Explosion.

When faced with an insurmountable enemy, the vast majority of Balor Balrogs will choose to unleash all the power within their bodies to perish together with the enemy.

Marglos knew this move wouldn't work on the red dragon, so its goal at this moment was to commit suicide so that its soul could return to the abyss.

But how could Thor let it have its way? The hideous maw split open to the sides, gripping the Balrog's right claw with increasing force.

The high concentration of dragon-attribute energy transformed into jet-black electric current, lashing wildly at the Balor Flame Demon in the palm of the hand. Its unique magic-breaking power easily shattered the magic power condensed within its body.

The five thick claws tightened inward, causing the humanoid creature, which was over 6 meters tall, to groan in agony as its entire skeleton writhed under the strain, its limbs twisting in pain as it could no longer grip its weapon.

The flaming whip and the lightning-sparkling decapitation sword fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The enormous red dragon looked at its prey in its claws and said cruelly.

"Who allowed you to die like this, you insignificant scum? As my spoils of war, your life and soul will no longer belong to you, but will serve me as my slave for all eternity!"

Chapter 291 On the Sustainable Use of the Devil

The immense pressure nearly dragged Marglos into a dizzying vortex, and what humiliated and terrified it even more was that it didn't even have the right to seek death.

The suffocating feeling made it want to scream and curse, but its lungs were tightly constricted, and it couldn't squeeze out a single sound. It could only pour out the most vicious curses against Thor in its mind.

All these surging, intense emotions were absorbed by the wheel in Thor's mind, and the essence balance below jumped at a visible speed, causing a pleasant smile to appear on his face.

In Thor's view, a powerful demon is like a hen that only lays eggs; it is not a waste to kill and eat it. Instead, it should be raised and used slowly and steadily.

With a flick of his long, shackled claws, he bound the Balrog in his claws tightly, and the authority of his rainbow domain continuously drained its magical power, weakening it little by little.

He then picked up the weapons dropped by Balrog on the ground—the decapitating greatsword imbued with lightning power, and the flaming whip.

They are all +1 legendary weapons, inherently possessing extremely high elemental damage, and can also freely change their form to a certain extent.

The only pity is that its power is too closely connected with Balrog. Once it is forcibly taken away, the energy inside will be quickly lost, eventually turning into a degraded product containing only a small amount of power.

However, the Balrog, having lost its weapon, can reconstruct its own unique weapon by absorbing the energy of the Abyss Volcano and various metallic substances.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Thor's eyes lit up.

Could we imprison the Balrog in the volcano, allowing it to continuously condense decapitation swords and flaming whips, and then take those weapons away?

This way, you can obtain a large number of magical weapons. Although their effects are far inferior to the original versions, they are definitely much stronger than ordinary weapons.

More importantly, this is a fully automated production process that requires no additional investment. As long as the Balor Flame Demon is imprisoned, there will be a continuous supply of products.

Even if the weapons produced are of a single style, they can be used as raw materials for the dwarves under their command to remelt and modify.

Although he didn't know if anyone had tried this method, Saul thought it was most likely feasible.

It seems that this Balrog is not only a hen that lays eggs for him, but also a money tree that can continuously generate wealth.

In that case, we absolutely cannot let it die. We must find a way to prevent it from self-destructing without endangering its life.

That old silver dragon and bronze dragon should have a way. A metal dragon that can live to the legendary level must have extensive knowledge, regardless of its combat strength.

Thoughts churned in his mind, and the next moment, dragon energy surged from the wings on Thor's back, instantly transforming into a crimson meteor that shot straight into the sky.

At this moment, Ishtar and Vulcan were conflicted, unsure whether they should take advantage of the terrifying red dragon's departure to escape.

If they don't run, the consequences are unpredictable; if they run, they don't know if their actions are already under the control of the Red Dragon, and if they take a wrong step, they will really die without a burial place.

Fortunately, this problem didn't trouble them for long. When they saw the red light flashing in the distance, they felt a sense of dejection.

That terrifying red dragon returned in less than a minute. What a useless piece of trash, Balrog! It couldn't even delay for a little while longer.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the dazzling meteor was already close at hand. The earth groaned under the red dragon's trampling, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters trembled slightly.

Thor glanced at the two servile demon warlocks below. Being able to summon Balrogs meant they were capable of producing valuable assets; they deserved to be spared.

He then turned his gaze to the spatial passage torn open not far away, only to be disappointed to find that the purplish-black "eye" was about to close under the influence of the rules of the prime material plane.

After all, those evil spellcasters only wanted to create chaos and gain some benefits, and they didn't invest much death and souls, so they couldn't keep the passage open for long.

Originally, for the Abyss, this was a win-win situation no matter what.

There are offerings to open the abyss, chaos created by demons, and the souls of slain creatures. Plus, all demons return to the abyss after they die, so there is almost no loss.

However, now that Thor has intercepted the souls of those demons, it's like leaving the tools of the crime in someone else's house, and the situation is hard to predict.

However, given the sheer size of the Abyss, this small loss is negligible, barely a drop in the ocean, and probably wouldn't even be a concern.

After casually dealing with the remaining few low-level demons, Thor used his chainblade to swipe at the two demon warlocks, then turned and flew back to his lair.

The first thing he did after landing was to summon his stronger metal dragons and have them come to pay their respects.

The strong have their own means of rapid communication, and the legendary metal dragon has long since mastered the ability to open portals.

Not long after, a spatial passage flashing with white light opened at the foot of the Doomsday Volcano, and an old man with a white beard, a burly man with bronze hair, and a tall woman with dazzling blonde hair walked out from it.

Whether it was Alan who set a bad precedent or the pride of the metal dragons that got in the way, they had become accustomed to maintaining their human forms when facing Thor.

Upon entering the pristine hall of the Crimson Flame Palace, they saw a colossal red dragon lazily reclining on its throne, with two creatures kneeling below it, clad in black robes and exuding an aura of evil that they found repulsive. The red dragon was also toying with a Balor Flame Demon that was over 6 meters tall in its claws.

This discovery immediately caused their pupils to shrink. This was a Balrog! The most powerful of all demons, a creature comparable to a true dragon.

Even dragons like blue dragons, green dragons, or bronze dragons and brass dragons, which are not considered top-tier among true dragons, would probably never be able to defeat a Balor Flame Demon in their entire lives.

But at this moment, this powerful evil being was like a weak chick, casually held in the red dragon's claws. From the humiliation and resentment on its face, one could see how helpless it felt.

The two legendary metallic dragons, Aristanta and Zelisos, saw even more from the iridescent light emanating from Thor's scales.

That was the aura of storms and ocean tides, an elemental power that an ordinary red dragon could never possess.

The battle where he was defeated seemed like it was still fresh in his mind, but in such a short time, this red dragon seemed to have become even stronger; it was practically a monster.