Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

However, the drawback of doing so is that what you end up with is just a soulless puppet, not a loyal subordinate.

But Baragas already harbored deep hatred for him and had no loyalty whatsoever. He was originally going to take forceful control measures, and the power of the Mad Dragon seemed unlikely to have any effect.

After carefully considering the options in his mind, Manson felt that this method seemed feasible. Baragas and the Red Emperor were both red dragons, so if he could inherit some of the other's abilities...

As he broke the magical seal on the crystal ball, specks of light, like black snowflakes, drifted out and were carried by a gentle breeze, landing on Baragas's wound.

Then Manson looked at the round jar in his hand, tilted it gently downwards, and a ball of hot blood gushed out.

This was the blood he had collected during the battle between the two red dragons. Most of it was crimson like lava, with only a few drops appearing thicker and more viscous, like molten metal, with a faint iridescence amidst the golden-red hue.

This is the blood of the Red Emperor, not only different in appearance but also more domineering and extremely corrosive. It wriggles like a living thing, slowly devouring the surrounding blood of Baragas to strengthen itself.

When Manson gently waved his finger, the blood mass suspended in mid-air split in two. He planned to keep one half for research and throw the other half into Baragas's open chest.

The moment the golden-red blood touched the previously fallen Mad Dragon Curse, the two, which were of the same origin, immediately merged together, turning into a thin bloodstain that seeped into the ruptured blood vessel.

The dying red dragon felt a huge sense of crisis surge into its heart. Its already dim eyes suddenly widened, and it struggled with all its might.

However, before he could make a move, layers of magical light fell like chains, and he felt a sharp pain in his head, only to find in horror that his body was completely out of his control.

Manson simply smiled smugly and said softly.

"Quiet! Once you've recovered from your injuries, you'll become even stronger. Then, we'll join forces and capture that red dragon as well, which will be avenge for you."

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Thor had previously promised that he would never interfere with the human city-states around him.

As a dragon, he was naturally not a creature that kept its promises, but there were indeed some special figures in those city-state alliances that he was quite wary of.

After all, no one can say for sure how powerful a high-level spellcaster really is. To some extent, magic is almost synonymous with miracles.

Have you not seen how the once unique continent was torn apart by magic, and how the first goddess of magic was tragically implicated and killed by a foolish spellcaster?

Thor wouldn't take one or two legendary spellcasters seriously, but if it were five, six, seven, eight, or even a dozen, he wouldn't want to provoke them.

Therefore, he would not break his promise unless absolutely necessary, lest the other party join forces with him and fight to the death.

However, now that the scum of the Zantari Society has willingly handed over his weakness, Thor naturally had no choice but to accept it.

At his command, a large number of messengers immediately filed out of the Crimson Flame Palace, delivering the message from the Red Dragon to the lords of various city-states, with Silvermoon City and Deepwater Harbor as the leading cities.

After giving this greeting, Thor didn't wait for their reply. The suppressed anger in his heart had already made him unable to contain himself. Dragon energy spewed from his wings, transforming into a crimson meteor that shot into the sky.

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The biting winds of the Moonsea blow year-round across the Black Rock lands of the western shore. On the treacherous eastern foothills of the Dragonspine Mountains stands the once most feared and infamous city of sin in the North – Santyr Fortress.

This fortified city-state, known to the world as the "Black City," is the heart of the Zentradi, which has been rooted in the North for a thousand years. It is a black behemoth nurtured by tyranny and conspiracy.

The fortress rises abruptly from the mouth of the Tes River, surrounded on three sides by icy seawater and backed by a series of precipitous mountains. With its natural defenses, it guards the vital passage between the north-south land routes and the lunar sea shipping, dominating the lifeline of the entire lunar sea coast.

The entire city is built of dark basalt, with towering and thick walls that are mottled and rough, constantly stained with sea breezes and the smell of blood. The cold stone surface is engraved with the emblem of Bane's tyranny, making it look ferocious and solemn.

The imposing main city gate, with its black gate like a silent beast's jaws, tightly shuts the only passage into the city. The heavy iron gate remains closed year-round, allowing only merchants, mercenaries, and henchmen with Black Net tokens to pass through. The stone ground beneath the gate has long been stained a dark, inky black by hundreds of years of blood and torture marks.

The castle district atop the highlands is the core of power in the entire Black City, with layers upon layers of fortresses and towers rising from the ground, and armories, mage towers, and the Great Temple of Bane scattered throughout.

The forging fires of the Tyrant's Forge burn day and night, and the molten iron and the clanging of hammers echo over the city year-round. Mass-produced cold weapons and heavy armor continuously arm the Black Armor Legion of Zantarlin.

Manson's mage tower is hidden in a thick black mist, filled with dim arcane light, where countless secret magical experiments and forbidden arcane research are quietly carried out.

The magnificent Dark Temple stands in the very center of the city-state, its blood-stained altar perpetually shrouded in malevolence. The oppressive power of the god of tyranny hangs over the surrounding area, immersing the entire city in an atmosphere of fear and submission.

The outer city at the foot of the mountain was once a bustling and noisy criminal market, with its crisscrossing streets and alleys and rows of black market shops.

There is no law or righteousness here, only might and profit reign supreme. Poison, forbidden artifacts, slaves, and assassination intelligence are openly traded here. Orcs, half-orcs, tiflins, and desperate humans live together in a symbiotic relationship. Every inch of air is filled with the salty smell of the sea, the cold hardness of iron, and the stench of decay.

The former Ash District was filled with dilapidated stone houses, traces of war and punishment. On the ruins, layers of barracks still stood, hiding the most ferocious and desperate soldiers of the Black Network.

The port area by the sea was once the busiest dock in the Moon Sea. Dark ships were moored at the shore, and iron chains blocked the entire sea area. Countless smuggled goods and slaves flowed from here to various parts of Faerûn, supporting the dark financial power of the Black Web that spanned the Northlands.

Even after the catastrophe of the Yin Soul Plane, when most of the city was reduced to ashes, its prosperity vanished, and its former glory turned into ruins, the remaining castle and southern district still stand strong.

As night fell, a dazzling shooting star flew across the distant sky.

Chapter 323 Destruction Descends

As dusk settled completely, the leaden walls of Santir Castle were bathed in the chilly night wind. Two armored guards leaned against their halberds on the battlements, talking in hushed tones.

The old iron armor scraped against the stone bricks, making a soft, muffled sound. The guard on the left exhaled a puff of white breath and raised his hand to rub his stiff wrist.

"The wind is so strong tonight, there shouldn't be any disturbances. We can hold on for a little while longer and then we can change shifts and rest."

The companion beside him looked up at the dark dome, where the stars were sparse and dim, and the whole sky was dark and oppressive. He lowered his voice and replied.

"I hope so, but don't you feel that the quieter it is, the more uneasy you feel?"

As soon as the two finished speaking, a dazzling red light suddenly shone in the previously silent night sky.

A fiery crimson meteor suddenly ripped through the night sky from the far distance, trailing a long, scarlet tail as it swept across the entire horizon at incredible speed. The streak of light dyed the cold fortress walls and the dark wasteland an eerie blood red, and the firelight illuminated the astonished faces of the two people in an instant.

The halberd nearly slipped from their hands, and the two guards froze on the spot, their pupils suddenly contracting as they stared blankly at the rapidly descending crimson light.

"What...what is that?"

The young guard's voice trembled as he gripped his cold weapon tightly.

The companion beside him just shook his head in horror, his face full of helplessness.

Someone reacted and tried to issue a warning, but the meteor was falling too fast. They had barely taken a step when the whole world was plunged into a whiteout.

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A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, and a massive red dragon was taking a deep breath.

The endless magical elements in the environment were being continuously absorbed into Thor's body, and through the transformation of the Rainbow Light Domain, they condensed on his body surface into patches of red scales that looked like crystal glass.

Thor's ability to fly at extremely high speeds allows him to quickly travel to any location in the world, as long as he knows the specific coordinates.

The fortress of Santyr was already in sight, but the enormous red dragon showed no sign of slowing down. Its broad wings were spread out on both sides of its body like shields, and its face was filled with madness.

At this moment, Thor was like a meteorite, crashing down with a scorching heatwave, its tail flames stretching across the entire long night.

Even more terrifying, during this process, the "crystal glass" on his body continued to disintegrate and explode, and countless crimson fragments fell like scarlet arrows, densely covering most of the city of Santirburg.

At speeds exceeding Mach 10, it gave no one time to warn them, and even magic had no time to react before it crashed into the Black Stone Square in the center of Santyr Castle.

The next instant, a deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, and a tremendous explosion suddenly erupted, causing the entire city to tremble violently.

The granite foundation, as hard as iron, instantly cracked and collapsed under the terrifying impact. Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly in all directions, and scorching rock fragments and rubble were violently thrown into the air by the immense force, with flames obscuring the view.

At the moment of impact, the surface rock layer was suddenly melted and vaporized by the extreme high temperature. The impact center turned into a bright red ball of light, which instantly illuminated the entire fortress, making it painful and difficult to open one's eyes.

The scorching heatwave swept violently from the point of impact, instantly scorching the surrounding stone bricks into hard, glassy blocks. Thick black smoke mixed with the rising heat surged into the sky, forming a thick and terrifying column of smoke.

At that moment, countless shards of crimson glass rained down simultaneously, crashing through rooftops and cracking walls, with dense, muffled explosions echoing through the streets and alleys.

However, these were not ordinary pebbles, but highly condensed fire element crystals. After a brief delay, their surfaces began to scald and shine, blooming into enchanting fiery red lotuses.

A terrifying shockwave exploded outwards from the city center, instantly leveling the entire central market. Thick stone walls cracked and collapsed, sentry towers snapped in half, and all the lights in the city went out in an instant.

The enormous red dragon smashed through the rock strata, creating a scorching crater nearly a hundred meters deep. The rocks around the impact point were directly melted into a glassy texture by the high temperature. Billowing poisonous smoke and crimson fire pillars shot into the sky, and the raging fire waves spread wildly along the ruined streets and alleys, devouring everything flammable.

On the battlements, all the guards were violently thrown over by the raging shockwave. Their armor plates shattered, their ears rang, and blood seeped from their mouths and noses. Most of them died instantly without even uttering a sound.

The few stronger and more physically robust guards could only lie frozen behind the stone stacks, staring in horror at the apocalyptic scene before them.

They had guarded this place for many years, witnessing orc sieges, shadow raids, and mages battling, but they had never seen such an unreasonable and irresistible catastrophe.

The spellcasters of the Santal Forest within the city hastily erected layers of gray-black protective force fields, desperately protecting the mage towers and the core area of ​​the nobility. They barely managed to withstand the impact of the remaining fragments and heat waves, but the constant arcane magic arrays trembled and collapsed one after another, and a large number of low-level mages vomited blood and collapsed due to the backlash of magic.

Several high-level mages focused their attention on tracing the source of the fire, only to find that the entire fortress had been completely engulfed in flames in an instant.

The raging flames rose and billowed wildly, the dense fire element almost solidifying into a physical form.

The city center was completely engulfed in flames and thick smoke, which surged upwards, resembling a giant mushroom. The ear-splitting roar further hampered their senses and detection spells.

What exactly happened? Was it some kind of terrible natural disaster, or punishment from the gods?

It couldn't possibly be an enemy attack, could it? A spell capable of causing such destruction would create huge fluctuations as early as the elemental condensation stage, making it impossible to conceal.

High-level spellcasters hid in the mage tower, watching the city center with apprehension, none daring to step forward.

As for warriors and thieves, with the entire city engulfed in flames and the central square reaching temperatures of several thousand degrees, they wouldn't even be qualified to enter without legendary strength.

As the deafening roar gradually subsided, an eerie silence fell over the entire Fort Santyr.

The flames roared and the crumbling rocks crashed down, yet not a single sound came from humans or any other living creature.

Because over 99% of the lives had already been lost in the violent impact and subsequent explosion, those who survived were either seriously injured or filled with fear, either hiding in a safe corner or desperately trying to escape.

Thor shook his slightly dizzy head, stood up from the bottom of the pit that had completely turned into a pool of lava, and grinned with satisfaction as he looked at the "essence increase" message flashing in his eyes.

The abilities derived from the Sky Comet monster template are very useful; extreme speed often catches opponents off guard, and high-speed impacts can also bring sufficient destructive power.

It is especially suitable for dealing with immovable cities and fortresses.

Of course! The opponent can also choose to activate a large protective magic array, but the consumption of magic power is something that not everyone can afford.

However, this simple collision was not enough to satisfy the destructive desire rising in Thor's heart, so he raised his head, opened his mouth to the sky, and began to take a deep breath again.

Chapter 324 The Radiation Curse

The fire engulfed the entire city of Zantir, with towering flames carrying scorching smoke and dust, swallowing up the brick streets, buildings, and domes one by one, turning the entire city into a boundless inferno.

Thor was entrenched in a deep pit in the center of the city, his scales like molten gold, gleaming brightly in the flames.

He raised his head and spread his giant wings covered with flame patterns. His huge body stood firmly, and his vertical pupils, like molten gold, indifferently looked down at the burning earth. His wide-open dragon mouth suddenly inhaled, and an invisible gravitational force immediately spread out from the dragon's body in all directions.

The surging flames seemed to come alive, all converging and flowing towards the red dragon. The scalding fire transformed into crimson flame pythons, coiling and wrapping around the dragon's body, seeping into it thread by thread through the gaps in its scales and the veins of its flesh.

The flames in the air were constantly compressed and condensed, and the surging and violent fire elements surged into the body, beginning to continuously compress and gather.

The high-ranking spellcasters in the mage tower, the nobles hiding in the heavily fortified areas, and a few lucky survivors were all astonished to find that the sea of ​​fire engulfing Santir Castle was rapidly receding.

An invisible void seemed to have appeared in the center of the city, frantically devouring the rising flames around it. The powerful suction disturbed the air, creating a strong whirlwind that dispersed the billowing smoke.

The surrounding high temperature began to recede rapidly at this moment, and the raging fire, like the receding tide, surged into the deep pit in the center of the city.

Before everyone's eyes, a massive red dragon rose up like the morning sun, its scales radiating a dazzling light.

Thor turned his head and glanced at the remaining buildings around him. A cruel smile appeared in his molten gold pupils, and he roared as his hideous mouth opened and closed.

"I am the great Red Emperor, the King of the Wilderness, destined to become the ruler of the world."

Go tell that bastard Mansong that anyone who touches the dragon's scales will pay the price, and this is just the beginning!!

The next moment, his thermonuclear organs began to operate at high speed, fissuring a large amount of heavy metals and converting them into a continuous stream of high-temperature energy and particle storms.

As Thor's body rose higher and higher, the light shining through his scales became increasingly dazzling, gradually obscuring his figure completely. It was as if another sun had torn through the surrounding darkness, shrouding the entire Zanthir Castle in its radiance.

A black-armored warrior, who had miraculously survived the earlier impact, dragged his heavily wounded body, lifted the stone slab that had been pressing down on him, and stared blankly at the sky. Then, he felt an itch all over his body, which gradually turned into a stinging and burning pain.

If he could perceive the microscopic realm, he would find that countless imperceptible particles were constantly bombarding him, and his entire body, including his internal organs, was already riddled with holes.

This is the radiation from nuclear fission, a terrifying curse that will kill or torment the weak for life if they are illuminated by it.

Some of the monks immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly put on various protective barriers.

Some of the more clever ones had already prepared teleportation spells and were ready to slip away as fast as they could.

Thor, of course, didn't care at all. The escape of one or two rats was of no consequence to him. He could even use these people's words to spread his fame and gain more spiritual and intellectual capital.

When the energy within his body gathered to a certain level, the red dragon, transformed into the blazing sun, suddenly opened its mouth wide, and endless streams of light transformed into breath, gushing out from its throat.

This time, there was no dark dragon-attribute energy, nor rainbow-colored elemental transformation, only pure light and heat, and deadly radioactive dust.

A dazzling beam of light fell from the sky like a sword, pointing directly at the remaining buildings. Various magical barriers lit up, but they seemed so vulnerable under the bombardment of this terrifying energy.

The majestic fortress was cleaved in two from the middle, the towering mage tower was cut in half, and then a violent explosion rang out, tearing the remaining parts into pieces as well.

Now, the entire Santir Castle was completely reduced to ruins, with not a single building remaining intact.

Satisfied, Thor flapped his wings and flew away without looking back.