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Knowledge from the Dragon's Legacy immediately surfaced. Judging from the clothing characteristics of these humanoid creatures and their attitude towards him, they should be the so-called members of the Dragon Worship Cult.

This is also an extreme cult that firmly believes that all true dragons will eventually transform into dragon liches and rule the entire world.

They themselves were the forerunners of the new order, and death was the sacrifice offered to the true dragon.

In order to transform all the true dragons into dragon liches, the members of the Dragon Cult spared no expense. They even signed contracts with many dragons while they were still alive, providing them with meticulous service while they were alive, and then reviving their corpses after they died.

The presence of members of the Dragon Cult here means that the red dragon named Baragas has already been preparing to transform into a dragon lich.

This discovery intensified Thor's disdain. He glanced indifferently at the Dragon Cult members below, a red light flashing in his throat.

In the next instant, endless flames surged down like a bursting dam, engulfing the Dragon Worship Cult members and the entire Dragon Bone Plaza.

Under this extreme heat, a group of weak creatures with an average challenge level of less than 10 were instantly incinerated without even a chance to struggle.

Those dragon bones that had withstood the test of time and remained resilient also shattered and turned into fine ashes, falling into the magma that had melted in the square.

After exhaling a breath of dragon's breath, Thor no longer cared about the fate of those tiny creatures. He folded his wings and descended from the sky, heading towards the entrance of the nest.

There was a steep cliff, dark red in color, covered with traces of lava flows and huge claw marks. A huge crack split open in the middle, leading to a long passage, like a wide gateway.

As the lair of an ancient red dragon, this place is naturally spacious enough that even with Thor's enormous size, he can easily step inside.

Some of the magic and traps set up on both sides of the passage were triggered, and magical auras exploded like fireworks, with flames and lava gushing out everywhere.

However, these were nothing more than a tickle to Thor, who was also a red dragon. The poisoned arrows mixed in with it melted into pools of molten iron before they even touched his scales.

A deep roar suddenly came from ahead, like a boulder rolling in the passage. Accompanied by rumbling footsteps, some large creature rushed out.

Before Thor appeared a dragon-like creature, 14 meters long, with a slender and lean body. Its scales were covered with a pattern of sandy brown and ochre yellow, like weathered rock.

Its broad, flat head resembles that of a crocodile. Instead of horns, it has numerous protrusions that extend to the tip of its tail. Its wings are extremely atrophied, appearing short and weak, indicating that it has long lost the ability to fly.

This is a brown dragon, an extremely rare species of true dragon. It is said that their birth is related to some experiments conducted by the Mechanists long ago.

Several jet-black chains were firmly bound to the limbs, neck, and tail of the brown dragon, with the other ends of the chains digging into the distant rock wall, making it impossible for him to break free.

This creature was clearly captured by Baragas and tied up here as a watchdog, but the cruel dragon wouldn't feed its dog.

Judging from its emaciated appearance, almost skin and bones, rats and bats are probably the only food this brown dragon has. If it encounters an adventurer who has broken in, it might get an extra meal.

The sound of the trap being triggered was like a mealtime signal to the brown dragon, so it rushed out eagerly.

Then he felt as if a blazing sun had entered his eyes, with endless light and heat rushing towards him, and immense pressure pressing down like a mountain.

A red dragon, a red dragon whose entire body shimmered with brilliant light, was silently watching him with eyes like molten gold.

Its enormous size was so immense that compared to it, his 14-meter length was like a kitten at the feet of a tiger. An invisible fear made him tremble uncontrollably, and he wanted to retreat, but his body was frozen in place, unable to move.

Thor looked at the little guy with great interest, but he didn't expect to see a brown dragon here. After a moment of thought, he stretched out his claws and grabbed the chains binding the brown dragon.

An unparalleled power erupted, and a dense layer of magical light shone on the chains, but it couldn't even last a second before snapping like fragile spider silk.

The brown dragon, expecting an attack, shrank back in fright and even closed its eyes. But the expected pain never came; instead, it felt a long-lost sense of relief.

He cautiously opened his eyes and looked at his body in disbelief. The restraints that had once driven him to despair were now so easily broken.

Happiness came so suddenly that he was momentarily at a loss, the whole dragon standing there blankly until a deep voice reached his ears.

"Lead the way, take me to that reptile's treasure vault, or find those creatures who know where the treasure vault is."

Chapter 316 The Wingless Black Dragon

Upon hearing this, the brown dragon, which was curled up on the ground, trembled violently. It carefully straightened up from the ground, and the remaining small chains on its limbs clanged together.

Where did this red dragon come from? And what is its relationship with that demon, Baragas?

Countless questions churned in the brown dragon's mind, but he dared not ask them aloud. He simply suppressed them in his heart and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Yes, I understand. I will take you there now."

After saying that, he immediately got up and crawled forward. The way he lowered his head and tucked his tail between his legs, in Thor's eyes, was somewhat similar to that of a crocodile.

With an inside man leading the way, the journey ahead became much easier, allowing them to effectively avoid various forks in the road and traps.

As we ventured deeper, visibility gradually decreased, and the residual heat of the volcano steamed the air, bringing a slightly dry and hot feeling.

Not long after, Thor heard the clanging of chains again, accompanied by hurried footsteps and hoarse curses.

"Carusos, you damned reptile, I'll tear you to pieces this time!"

As the hurried footsteps drew closer, a dark figure suddenly leaped out from around the corner of the passage ahead.

It was a young black dragon, also about 14 meters long, so thin that it looked like skin and bones. Its scales were dull and its wings on its back looked like they had been torn off, leaving only some hideous bone fragments.

This is also a true dragon imprisoned in the lair by Baragas. Not only were its wings cruelly bitten off, but it was also arranged to fight against brown dragons every now and then.

Baragas, on the other hand, treated their mutual slaughter as a pastime.

Even the black and brown dragons of today are no longer the original dragons imprisoned in this lair; there were many more victims before them.

Some of them died because they couldn't endure the torture, while others were eaten by Baragas as they grew older and passed their youth.

Hunger, coupled with prolonged suffering and repeated infighting, caused the black dragon to launch an attack as if in response to the sound of the brown dragon's footsteps.

His emaciated body, dragging a long mithril chain, leaped out from around the corner. In the instant, his skull-like face opened wide, spewing out a yellowish-green acidic liquid like a high-pressure water jet.

The air was instantly filled with a strong, sour smell. The brown dragon in front of Thor instinctively wanted to dodge, but when it thought of the terrifying red dragon behind him, it stopped in its tracks.

An attack of this magnitude would obviously not be able to harm the powerful red dragon, but it would enrage him. At that point, not only would the damned Ouroxus be torn to pieces, but the attacker himself would also likely be implicated.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take the blow head-on without dodging or evading. His sand-like scales were corroded, and wisps of white smoke rose up with a hissing sound.

Fortunately, the brown dragon's breath is also acidic, giving it a natural resistance to this type of attack. This is why the two have fought many times without a clear victor.

Before the brown dragon could launch a counterattack, the black dragon that rushed out of the passage had already seen the whole scene before it.

Besides that brownish-yellow reptile, there was another red dragon. Could it be that damned Balagas? Even if I die this time, I'll spit on him fiercely.

However, the next moment, Ouroxus sensed something was wrong. Although the red dragon in front of him was similar in size to Baragas, its appearance was quite different.

His wingspan was wider and larger, with two huge wings folded at his sides, almost enveloping his entire body.

Its majestic head features even more ferocious-looking thick horns, and its scales resemble heavy tower shields, radiating a dazzling light.

More importantly, those eyes, like molten gold or a miniature sun, while constantly and violently venting energy outward, inexplicably reveal a grand and serene artistic conception.

This is not the evil dragon Baragas, but another, more majestic, and younger red dragon.

A terrifying sense of pressure swept over the brown dragon like a tsunami, causing the dragon, which had just revealed its fangs, to stiffen and silently retreat to a corner, where it lay prostrate.

Oroxus also felt his limbs trembling, a huge sense of oppression rising in his heart, and his body becoming weak.

However, as a five-colored dragon, he was even more unruly than the brown dragon, glaring with bloodshot eyes and roaring.

"Unfamiliar red dragon, who are you, and why are you here!"

Thor looked down at the little guy at his feet, his eyes showing not pity but deep mockery.

A magnificent five-colored dragon was being chained up like a dog. If it were him, he would have smashed his head against the cliff and died long ago.

"Are you asking me, you wingless reptile? Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like this?"

As he finished speaking, Thor snorted forward through his large nostrils.

Two swirling whirlwinds suddenly erupted, and the wind elements in the environment began to converge wildly, transforming into a tangible bluish-white color, heading straight for the black dragon ahead.

A sharp whistling sound filled the air, dust and gravel flew everywhere, and Oroxus felt a tremendous force strike him, his entire body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably, and he slammed hard into the rock wall behind him.

Although this attack could not harm the dragon's tough body, it still caused him excruciating pain. Before he could get up after landing, a large claw stomped down on him.

Given Thor's current enormous size, a single forepaw is enough to cover most of the black dragon's body. The high-density body tissue formed from years of consuming various metallic ores, coupled with the enhancement of numerous monster templates, results in an incredibly terrifying weight.

Before he even exerted any force, a cracking sound came from the black dragon under his feet, its eyes bulging and its mouth wide open, almost being crushed to death by his foot.

“Weak creatures should have awe for the strong; you should learn from that brown dragon in this respect.”

"I'll spare your life this time, but take me to the treasury of Baragas, or you'll die here."

As Thor slowly raised his forepaws, Onox finally had a chance to catch his breath, panting heavily and coughing loudly.

This completely sobered him up, and he no longer dared to show any signs of arrogance. He obediently lowered his head, hiding the resentment in his eyes.

Feeling the intense emotions emanating from the other person, even though the wheel wouldn't label them, Thor knew what they were.

A creature like the Five-Colored Dragon can't possibly be associated with anything positive, right? It must be either fear, resentment, or both.

Thor, however, didn't care at all. Only the weak need to care about the feelings of other creatures.

The strong, on the other hand, only need to ruthlessly crush other creatures, turning all those who dare to resist into dust.

Chapter 317 Destructive Breath

The treasure that Baragas hid in the Dragon Fountain was not much at all, and it was far from what Thor had expected.

After all, this place, like the lair at the summit of smoke, is a well-known location. In addition, this evil dragon always likes to roam around, so it is impossible for it to put most of its wealth in such a risky place.

He must have other hidden hideouts, perhaps more than one.

Only those places were the true secrets that the evil dragon Baragas used to hide his important treasures.

While Thor felt a little regretful about this, he wasn't too disappointed.

He was about to destroy the lair completely as usual when he suddenly noticed that the air around the Dragonbone Plaza, located at the bottom of the volcano and which he had already burned to the ground, was distorting strangely.

The previously steady flow of hot air suddenly became turbulent, and the sparks floating in the air uncontrollably gathered in one place.

Without warning, a ring of crimson, flowing light patterns appeared in mid-air, winding and swirling like the veins of lava. Tiny sparks of fire surged along the patterns, and the surrounding temperature instantly increased several times over.

There was no deafening roar, nor any complicated spell incantations; the space rippled like water under the pull of the firelight.

The scorching red light shone on the inner walls of the volcano, and a huge dragon silhouette slowly emerged from a rift in the void. Thick scales gleamed crimson, enormous dragon wings were folded to the sides of its body, and sharp dragon claws were still warm from the molten lava.

The rubble on the ground tumbled and rolled away due to the spatial fluctuations, and heat waves swept out in all directions. The dragon's might poured down through the spatial rifts, pressing down on the surrounding rubble and causing it to tremble. The once empty interior of the volcano now held the enormous figure of Baragas.

This red dragon looked exceptionally young, its scales shimmering with golden edges, its wings tipped with flame patterns, and its six obsidian-like horns sweeping diagonally backward, revealing a cruel smile to Thor in mid-air.

"I've got you, you damn bastard!"

As an ancient red dragon, Baragas also possesses an extremely high warlock level and naturally has the ability to teleport.

The reason they chose to fly to the nest at Smoke Peak was because the situation was unclear and they were quite confident in the traps they had set. Little did they expect Thor to move so quickly.

Having already learned their lesson once, they naturally chose to teleport immediately.

Unfortunately, the obvious lair of the Dragon Spring is not his teleportation point, so he needs to make some preparations beforehand.

This delay meant the entire lair had been looted, but thankfully they made it in time and managed to catch the damned thief.

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A sound like a volcanic roar rolled across the sky, and Thor's face revealed a ferocious smile just like his own as he looked at the red dragon leaping out of the void below.

I thought it would take some more time to find them, but to my surprise, they came to me on their own initiative. This couldn't be better.

He had no intention of wasting words with Baragas. His body, which was suspended in the air, suddenly took a deep breath, and his chest and abdomen swelled up like a balloon.

The thermonuclear organs inside the body are operating wildly, splitting large amounts of heavy metals into almost inexhaustible high-temperature heat energy, with various radioactive particles mixed in, like a high-speed rushing river.

As the massive energy flowed into the basal blood vessels and combined with the magic within the body, the domineering dragon-attribute energy also gathered within, surging together towards the throat.

It was as if a miniature sun had suddenly shone brightly inside Thor's body, radiating dazzling light through the gaps in his scales.

The "rising sun" slowly ascended from his chest toward his thick neck, with billowing nuclear flames escaping from between his teeth. The air was violently distorted by the intense heat, and even space itself seemed to ripple with strange fluctuations under the radiation.

Baragas showed a disdainful expression as he faced Thor's poised breath attack.

Both being red dragons, and both possessing near-immunity to fire, high temperatures cannot harm either of them; doing so would simply be a waste of magic.

It was still a young cub after all. Although it looked quite big, it had very little experience fighting its own kind.

I'll teach him a lesson about what it means to fight as a red dragon!

However, the thought had barely crossed his mind when Baragas felt a sudden pang of fear.

Baragas is no ordinary red dragon, despite his mad and cruel behavior and his long life.