Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Time stood still at that moment, everything froze, and the only one who could move normally was a figure draped in a black robe.

He glanced at Thor in mid-air, then at Baragas on the ground, and with a powerful swing of his right staff of power, the replication ring on his left hand shimmered, and streams of magic poured out like raindrops.

Chapter 320 Wrath

The red dragon with outstretched wings was frozen in mid-air, even the iridescent light flowing on its scales and the flames overflowing between its teeth seemed to have solidified into a solid entity, remaining completely still.

The power of time is immense; mortal things are fragile and vulnerable before it, only the divine can be immune to its might, and only a strong spiritual force can offer some resistance.

With the support of numerous monster templates, Thor's mental strength was undoubtedly formidable, so at this moment, he did not completely lose consciousness like ordinary mortals.

My body was frozen still, but my mind was as active as ever.

The unruly soul roared in fury at this moment, its powerful spiritual energy surging like a tidal wave, frantically battering against the cage that bound it.

Those golden pupils began to tremble, slowly turning their gaze toward the black-robed figure.

Manson could clearly feel that the magic power he used to maintain his spell began to multiply in an instant. Around the still red dragon in the sky, fine ripples were slowly but steadily spreading outwards.

This was a sign that he was about to break free from the spell's effects, and this discovery startled him. He quickly quickened his movements.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it also seemed to have only been a moment.

When Thor regained consciousness, magical light rained down from the sky.

The first things to fall on him were spells like elemental stripping, resistance weakening, and disintegration, designed to reduce his defenses.

The rainbow light surrounding Thor suddenly dimmed, and even his golden-red scales lost some of their luster.

Following closely behind were weakening spells such as Weakening, Chaos, Withering, and Vampire's Touch, which immediately made him feel a sense of emptiness within his body.

But none of this attracted Thor's attention; his molten gold pupils were fixed on the real killing move.

It was a huge, silver-white light spear, like liquid flowing light, without any elemental aura, but pure and highly condensed arcane energy.

Thor's Dragon Legacy contains information about this stream of light—Arcane Flame.

It is a supernatural ability exclusive to the Archmage class. By permanently consuming a level 9 spell slot, it can convert any prepared spell into pure arcane energy.

Because it is pure enough, this energy is almost unaffected by magic resistance, and it has extremely strong penetrability even through armor.

It bursts forth suddenly at the very moment time stops, and even with Thor's speed, there is absolutely no way he can dodge it.

In the nick of time, he could only raise his front paws, condense a large amount of dragon-attribute energy in his palms to block his chest, and then open his mouth to spit it forward.

The next moment, the gleaming light gun exploded in his palm, the intense collision of black and silver causing the surrounding space to distort eerily.

A breath, black on the inside and red on the outside, shimmering with a dreamlike rainbow like a pillar of light, pierced the sky and struck the black-robed figure in the distance.

The extreme heat heated all the air along the way into high-temperature plasma, and blue-white light waves spread wildly, emitting violent explosions.

Several hastily erected magical barriers were almost instantly obliterated. Mansong glanced at the already activated teleportation array, and with a flash of light, he exploded into countless bat shadows.

The unfortunate Baragas felt as if his mind had been momentarily dazed, and when he came to his senses, the terrifying breath was already right in front of him.

Fortunately, at that moment, a powerful force appeared from nowhere, grabbed his tail, pulled him backward, and instantly dragged him into the inner space.

Losing its target, the breath continued its relentless charge forward until it vanished completely from Thor's sight. It was unknown whether any creatures along its path would be affected or perish.

In response, Thor simply lowered the dragon claw that was blocking his chest, looked at the cracked scales and seeping blood in his palm, and suddenly clenched his fist, his face turning extremely ferocious.

Since he grew up, no creature has ever dared to snatch food from his mouth; this is the first time.

Did they think they could get away with it? They might escape, but they can't hide forever. A spellcaster of this caliber is no nobody, and they'll definitely get their revenge.

A dazzling light emanated from the massive red dragon's body, and the scales on its surface, which had been twisted and deformed during the battle, began to soften little by little, writhing and repairing themselves as if they were alive.

Thor took one last look at the burning mountains below, then flapped his wings on his back, exhaling dragon energy, and flew straight towards Mount Doom.

The black dragon and brown dragon, who had witnessed the entire battle from afar, finally dared to emerge from their hiding place, staring at each other warily before slowly retreating without uttering a word.

They could all sense that the weather in the North was about to change, and a terrifying storm was about to sweep across the entire region, something they could not interfere with.

Their long-term imprisonment and torture have made them far weaker than true dragons of the same age, and they must find a way to protect themselves before the storm arrives.

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As the crimson ominous star descended from the sky, the entire Doomsday Volcano roared violently, billowing smoke shot into the sky like pillars, and spewing lava transformed into shooting fireballs that continuously crashed down from the heavens.

At this moment, the entire wilderness was shrouded in the wrath of the Crimson Tyrant, and countless powerful creatures trembled with fear, even the metal dragons remained silent.

Not long after, an order was issued to search for information about a mysterious black-robed spellcaster at all costs.

Numerous evil creatures immediately sprang into action upon hearing the news, and merchants who had business dealings with Thor also sought to curry favor. Coupled with information channels from the metal dragons and the benevolent faction, an invisible net was thus cast.

While the entire North was in turmoil, a sinister ritual was taking place in the hidden depths of a vast fortress.

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As an evil spellcaster who had clashed with Baragas, Manson naturally wouldn't be kind enough to help this evil dragon.

When the light of the teleportation faded, what appeared before the evil dragon was not a free world, but a gloomy dungeon.

The hard basalt walls are covered with intricate inscriptions, and rich magical light flows through them, forming a powerful force field.

Baragas could feel that the magic power within his body was being severely suppressed, and a powerful psychic energy was surging in from all directions, pressing down on his mind like a mountain.

He raised his ferocious head, his eyes, like molten lava fireballs, looking around. One after another, elders' eyes, each five or six meters in diameter and bloated like a ball, were staring intently at him with their enormous pupils.

In his prime, Baragas could naturally have broken free from his predicament by brute force.

But by this time he was already seriously injured. Not only was his chest almost pierced, but he also couldn't completely dodge Thor's last breath, leaving a huge wound between his waist and abdomen, almost disemboweling him.

The situation was already dire, and this desperate situation only served to unleash the bestial nature within Baragas's bloodline. He let out a low roar, and his pupils began to flash with ferocity.

Chapter 321 A Glimpse of Light

The earth had been transformed into a burning inferno, with purplish-black lightning crisscrossing the sky and a pungent, acidic, and poisonous fumes filling the air.

Thor opened his molten gold pupils and stared at the completely unfamiliar scene before him, his face expressionless, only two fiery sparks shooting from his nostrils.

The next moment, a huge dragon head descended from the sky, its five colors—red, blue, green, black, and white—intertwined and surrounding him from all directions.

Ten years have passed, and clearly, that old bastard Tiamat has come knocking again.

Giant dragon heads with long necks swam in the air, their massive bodies hidden in the void, unseen by the world.

The crimson dragon head slowly moved in front of Thor, breathing out scorching air, and chuckled softly.

"It's been ten years since we last met, my dear child. You seem to be in some trouble. Would your beloved mother like to offer you a little help?"

Upon hearing this, Thor raised his head, looked directly at the crimson dragon head that was even larger than himself, and responded calmly.

"Thank you for your concern, my great mother. I am fine and have not encountered any trouble. I do not need any help."

Tiamat turned her head noncommittally, her red dragon head instantly transforming into a blue dragon, and spoke softly again.

"Is that so? But I can clearly sense your agitation and anger. Is it because of the spellcaster who ruined your plans? Just speak, and I'll tell you everything about him, even pinpoint his location, and more..."

"And what's the price?" Thor interrupted Tiamat before she could finish speaking. "What is the price? Are you perhaps willing to provide help for free?"

The five dragon heads coiled in the air were not angered by this overstepping of authority; instead, their eyes, as they looked at Thor, revealed undisguised admiration.

Even after watching this descendant's growth closely, Tiamat still found it somewhat unbelievable. His bizarre growth rate and the various strange abilities he displayed could not be explained by a simple bloodline atavism.

This was undoubtedly another alien dragon, and a rare one at that, showing her a degree of devotion. If she could firmly control it, her influence in the mortal realm would undoubtedly increase significantly.

"There is no such thing as free lunch among evil dragons. Even if you are my dearest child, we still have to settle accounts clearly."

Build ten temples for me in your territory to proclaim my fame, or offer me your firstborn son.

In return, I will personally guide you to the location of that cunning insect, allowing you to immediately launch your revenge.

Thor rolled his eyes inwardly in annoyance. Ten temples were nothing, but the priests, worshippers, and most importantly, the doctrines and taxes after the temples were built—those were the real costs, and he would never agree to that.

As for the so-called eldest son, he's still a child himself, so where would such a thing come from?

However, according to the Black Eclipse Dragon's reproductive method, all creatures infected with the Mad Dragon's Curse should theoretically be considered its offspring.

Or how about grabbing any goblin, planting a curse seed in it, claiming it's your eldest son, and then offering it up?

After thinking about it, I decided against it. Such a teasing act would surely provoke the old man's wrath, and it would be a loss for me.

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, but Thor's face remained calm as he spoke.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mother. Please allow me some more time to consider it."

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes and, under Tiamat's gaze, voluntarily withdrew from this deep dream.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had transformed into the vast hall of the Crimson Flame Palace, where a massive red dragon was coiled on the throne.

Thor raised his forelimbs and looked at his palm. Through the scales that had been restored to their original state, he could still see a silvery arcane light.

After calming down and thinking it over, he suddenly realized that Baragas being kidnapped by humans might not be entirely a bad thing for him.

His battle with Baragas was originally just a conflict between the five-colored dragons, but the appearance of that human changed its nature completely.

A powerful human spellcaster ambushed the great Red Emperor and stole his prey, prompting Thor to retaliate in a way that no one could blame.

As a powerful spellcaster, the opponent could not possibly be alone; they must have a vast force under their command.

Under the guise of retaliation, Thor could legitimately send more of his men into human territory.

At that time, it will be much easier to spread one's fame, plunder more people, or gradually encroach on the territory of others.

Just as he was pondering, a dragon-blooded kobold carrying a rolled-up scroll strode into the hall from outside, knelt respectfully on the ground, and raised the scroll high with both hands.

Thor, who was reclining on the throne, simply extended his claws, and another kobold stepped forward from the side. The two kobolds grabbed the two ends of the scroll and unfurled it to the left and right.

The above information concerns the black-robed spellcaster, whose distinctive appearance led to his rapid identification as Manson. He indeed commands a vast force known as the Santalin, or perhaps the Black Web.

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Just as Thor grinned maliciously at the intelligence his men presented, the battle had already ended in a hidden dungeon far underground.

Even though the True Dragon is severely injured, its strength is still not to be underestimated, as it is the most predator in the world.

In his desperate situation, Baragas displayed an extraordinary madness. In order to completely suppress him, more than half of the Elder Eyes were torn apart or burned to ashes.

Thick blood almost covered the entire dungeon floor, then evaporated and ignited by the scorching dragon blood, filling the air with a strong, acrid smell.

The once unruly red dragon now lay helplessly on the ground, its body covered with crisscrossing new wounds, and the old wounds on its chest and abdomen were bleeding profusely, like a spring.

Those pupils, which were like molten lava fireballs, had completely dimmed. If it weren't for the slight beating of his heart, he would have been no different from a corpse.

The spellcaster, clad in black robes, strode forward with the air of a victor, extending his right hand, which trembled slightly with excitement, and placed it on the red dragon's head.

The powerful spiritual energy, mixed with the psionic energy of the remaining Elder Eyes, began to surge wildly into Baragas's mind, gradually rewriting his thoughts and soul.

When old memories are deleted, new memories are rewoven, the soul is chained, and consciousness is stamped with a steel seal, this powerful ancient red dragon will become his most capable puppet and fighting force.

Time passed slowly, and after a while, Mansong slowly withdrew his palm and let out a long sigh of relief, slightly tired.

He looked at the enormous dragon body lying on the ground and couldn't help but feel a little proud, but when he thought of the other, even more powerful red dragon, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Just then, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He took out a sealed crystal ball and a pitch-black round jar from his robe.

Chapter 322 Santir Castle

The origins of Thor's Darkin are hardly a secret to those powerful organizations.

All factions coveted this rapidly growing, powerful, and highly promising force, and were secretly gathering information about the Mad Dragon Curse to varying degrees.

However, after some experiments, they discovered that the power of the mad dragon not only altered the physical body of a creature, but also distorted its mind, causing it to uncontrollably feel closeness and submission to the red dragon.

The minds of ordinary living beings simply cannot withstand the impact of physical transformation, and subordinates trained in this way will almost certainly betray them.

As an ambitious and evil spellcaster skilled in human cloning and lich transformation, Manson naturally possessed the Curse of the Mad Dragon and had conducted some research on it.

Although he also failed to find a way to eliminate the influence of the Mad Dragon's power on the minds of living beings, he was still able to suppress and enslave this influence directly.