Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Soon, the entire blood mass was completely burned to ashes, leaving not a trace behind.

Just then, a powerful force crossed dimensions, attempting to seize Mansong's fragmented soul and plunge it into an unknown place.

But an even stronger attraction emanated from Thor's mind, gripping Manson's fragmented soul and forcibly pulling him into the giant roulette wheel.

With a single, gentle turn of the millstone that seemed to grind the world apart, all of Manson's will, emotions, and resistance were instantly crushed into the finest dust.

The essence balance below has also increased significantly, bringing us one step closer to drawing the unlocked monster template.

At that very moment, an invisible magical pulse was released from the unknown land, spreading throughout the world and reaching those hidden corners.

Deep in the mountains, in the dense forests, and in the dark depths of the earth, transparent culture chambers began to bubble with a large number of bubbles.

One by one, pale-skinned figures, resembling corpses, opened their eyes in the pale green nutrient solution.

This was the ultimate life-saving spell that Manson had prepared for himself.

Its original form was the eighth-circle spell Cloning, but after being modified by Manson, it successfully advanced to the ninth-circle spell.

First, using his own flesh and blood, the soul crystals of the abyss, and various rare magical materials, he cloned a physical body identical to himself and sealed it in a culture medium.

The main soul is then stored in a safe place similar to a lich's casket, while the soul fragments carrying memories and emotions are placed into an avatar to move around in the outside world.

Whenever Manson is killed, the fragments of his soul are retrieved and put into another clone, thus completing his resurrection.

However, this time something unexpected happened. The soul fragments that should have been recycled were forcibly absorbed by the wheel in Thor's mind, causing the entire spell to go wrong.

Without the reclaimed soul fragments to dominate, the spell pulses that should have activated only one clone instead activated all of them.

One by one, naked humanoid figures emerged from the incubation chambers, looking around blankly before finally reacting after a long while.

I am Mansong, the founder and leader of the Zantalin Order, and this is where my clones are placed.

In other words, one's own body, which is currently active in the outside world, has died for some reason.

But why do I have no memory of what happened after that? Who killed me? And what's going on now?

This is a question that no one can answer, and the culprit behind all this is currently in another corner of the mainland.

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Thor gazed at the empty sky ahead. While he was killing Manson, Baragas had already taken the opportunity to escape.

He was confident he could catch up with the cowardly reptile if he went after it now, but he stood still, a meaningful smile on his face.

Through the inexplicable connection between the curse of the Mad Dragon, he could sense that the newborn was eager to be born.

Chapter 341 Breaking Out of the Body

"What Red Emperor, what leader of the Santalin Society, they're nothing but two idiots!"

Baragas sped through the sky, the exhilaration of avenging his great grudge still lingering in his heart with a trace of excitement and joy.

Who would have thought that a single unexpected backstab would directly kill that damned spellcaster, and he himself escaped unscathed while they were locked in combat.

Although it is a regrettable thing that I was unable to avenge that hateful red dragon, it is never too late for a true dragon to take revenge. As long as I live, there will always be an opportunity in the future.

Next, he planned to go to his secret lair, pack up all the valuable treasures and take them with him, before temporarily heading to another continent across the sea.

Wait a few hundred years, until you grow into an even more powerful ancient dragon, and then return to take revenge.

The howling wind rushed towards him, but it could not dispel the burning flames in Baragas's eyes.

But just as he crossed a vast forest, his heart suddenly clenched with pain, and the energy within his body became chaotic and instantly out of control.

It's important to understand that the reason a true dragon can soar through the sky is not only due to the wings on its back, but also largely due to a supernatural, magic-like ability.

The ancient red dragon's body was so enormous that it could not possibly be supported by a simple updraft.

This sudden turn of events startled Baragas, and a sense of foreboding arose within him.

He couldn't continue on his way, so he quickly circled and made an emergency landing in a clearing in the dense forest below. His face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and he focused all his attention on his body.

He then discovered that the powerful and domineering energy that had been filling his body was now rapidly flowing into his basal vessels.

Without the support of this energy, he felt a sudden emptiness in his body and realized that his magic power and bloodline energy had been lost in large quantities without his knowledge.

That section, which was originally the core of the dragon's own energy, now felt completely unfamiliar to him, as if a ferocious beast was coiled within his body, greedily devouring everything he possessed.

What is this thing? Is it some kind of unknown curse, or a terrifying disease?

This unprecedented change was completely beyond Baragas's expectations. Even with his long experience as a dragon, he had never heard of such a thing before, and for a moment he was at a loss.

After all the dragon-attribute energy was completely devoured by the basal blood vessels in the body, this energy gland, which was originally no more than a section of enlarged muscle and blood vessels, has expanded to dozens or even hundreds of times its original size.

It's like a giant, oval-shaped egg, squeezing the surrounding heart and organs, forcing them to constantly shift.

The intense pain caused Baragas to roar in fury, his limbs gripping the ground so tightly that he dug deep trenches, his tail whipping wildly, sending mud and rocks flying everywhere.

This made him wish he could tear open his stomach and forcibly pull out the culprit that was causing him so much pain.

But before he could take any action, a tremendous feeling of weakness surged up from within him.

Once the dragon-attribute energy that originally belonged to the newborn was withdrawn, it naturally began to absorb the nutrients and magic power from Baragas's body.

The basal blood vessel is one of the energy cores of the true dragon, where blood and magic are fused together.

At this moment, all the blood flowing through Baragas's basal vessels was directly intercepted and swallowed, and in a short time, nearly one-third of the blood in his body was lost.

Even with the powerful physique of a true dragon, such an astonishing amount of blood loss would severely injure it, not to mention the loss of energy as well.

At this moment, Baragas felt a deep sense of powerlessness. As time went by, he could no longer even stand up and collapsed to the ground.

His eyes, which resembled molten lava fireballs, were dimming at an alarming rate, and the crimson scales on his body were gradually losing their luster.

Before long, the once majestic and powerful ancient red dragon looked lifeless, as if it had been dead for a long time.

Without his roars and struggles, the entire forest returned to tranquility.

After a long while, a goblin poked its head out from the grass and cautiously examined the dragon corpse lying on the open ground.

Seeing that the other party did not move, it picked up a pebble from the ground, swung its arm, and threw it at the other party with force, then turned around and ran away.

Ding!

A crisp impact rang out, and then there was no other sound.

This caused the fleeing goblins to stop and grope their way back, cautiously approaching the area little by little.

It first circled around to the back of Baragas and poked the pillar-like tail with its crude spear. Seeing that there was still no movement, it became even bolder.

The goblin's easily swayed and arrogant nature led it to climb directly onto the ferocious dragon head of Baragas, raising its spear high and letting out a boastful roar as if it had killed the red dragon.

Then, not satisfied, it raised its weapon and started banging on its feet.

This seemed to awaken a sleeping behemoth, and Baragas's withered and dull body suddenly began to sway.

The goblin lost its footing and fell straight off the dragon's head, bruised and battered, before fleeing desperately into the distance in a panic.

Wisps of smoke, like embers of a flame, began to escape from the pores and gaps in the scales around Baragas.

His bony back bulged upwards, quickly forming a bulge.

It had claws that looked like dark red branding irons, which pierced through the skin and stretched out, tearing it apart forcefully.

With a piercing tearing sound, the tough dragon hide, comparable to legendary leather armor, was ripped apart, revealing the ferocious monster inside.

It was over thirty meters long, and its scales were black with a reddish tinge, like embers that had not yet been completely burned out.

Its majestic body and long tail demonstrate its formidable physical strength, while the four backward-sweeping horns on its head exude a domineering aura unique to the red dragon.

What's most peculiar are the wings on his back, which are not the wings of an ordinary dragon at all, but a pair of ferocious giant claws.

A thick membrane and numerous wing bones extended backward from those giant claws, their surface covered with billowing black smoke and flames, like a burning, wide cloak.

This powerful dragon "looked" at the world before it, as if announcing its arrival, and roared to the sky.

The rolling sound waves surged outwards, causing nearby vegetation to bend and collapse.

Then, without hesitation, he spread his wings and soared into the sky like a burning flame, following the mysterious sensation he had sensed.

Along its path, it left behind a trail of black and red embers, falling like snowflakes.

Chapter 342 Scorching Disaster

The embers fell like snowflakes from the sky, drifting and floating until they were embraced by the mountains and lakes.

The goblin that had managed to escape hid in the dense grass, its eyes filled with terror as it stared intently at the dragon's silhouette disappearing into the horizon. It took a long time for its tense nerves to finally relax and it regain its composure.

Once the danger was over, the greed in the Earth Spirit's heart grew wildly again, and he could no longer restrain himself. He crept stealthily toward the dragon's corpse in the forest clearing.

Although Baragas's entire body had been completely hollowed out, the remaining layer of dragon skin and scales alone was still an astonishing treasure.

It crept stealthily toward the skin, racking its brains to figure out where to start, completely unaware that its bare feet had already stepped onto a patch of dark ashes.

When the highly corrosive Mad Dragon Virus sensed the presence of a living being, the ashes that had been reduced to embers suddenly glowed a blinding red light once more, as if reignited from the ashes.

The goblin felt a sharp pain in its foot, and its body swayed as it fell to the ground.

It hurriedly looked down at its feet and was shocked to find that thin, red lines, like flames, were spreading rapidly from its feet outwards.

Perhaps the red line spread too quickly, or perhaps goblins, as creatures, simply have very weak defense systems and low resistance.

Almost in the blink of an eye, those crimson lines spread down his calves to his thighs, hips, chest, and finally reached his brain.

Before the goblin could react, it felt as if it had been punched in the head, its mind went blank for a moment, and then a strong urge to attack violently surged forth.

As time went by, its blood flow began to accelerate, its body temperature continued to rise, and the crimson patterns covering its entire body gradually lit up with flames, like unburnt charcoal, emitting wisps of black smoke.

All reason was devoured at this moment, leaving only the most primal instincts of a living being.

The goblin no longer cared about dragon scales and skin, and stumbled into the nearby jungle.

Although its clumsy posture was somewhat awkward, both its speed and power were vastly different from before, showing a significant increase.

Not long after, it returned to its homeland—a mud burrow dug on a sunny slope.

Hearing the commotion outside, the goblins who remained in the cave rushed out in a swarm, but as soon as they peeked out, they saw a strange-looking member of their kind pounce on them like a hungry wolf.

That tiny body suddenly unleashed tremendous fighting power, tearing off another goblin's arm with a single bite and a strong pull.

The intense heat emanating from the flame patterns on its body can cause severe burns to other goblins simply by touching it.

This terrifying scene completely overwhelmed the small group of goblins, who screamed and began to scatter in all directions.

Some goblins had been unfortunately scratched in the previous battle. What were originally shallow wounds were now causing intense burning pain. Crimson lines spread across their bodies, quickly covering their entire forms.

The first goblin to be infected then grabbed the corpse on the ground and began to feast on it.

With the replenishment of a large amount of food, the flame patterns on its body became increasingly bright, and thick smoke billowed out until, with a "boom," its entire body burst into flames.

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Legend has it that in ancient times, the mature form of the Black Eclipse Dragon, the Sky Dragon, once ascended to the summit of Sky Mountain and used the unique air currents there to spread its scales, causing an ecological catastrophe that affected the entire continent.

When the newborns born from the corpse of Baragas fly across the earth, they will surely bring a terrible plague to the world.

The sparks he scatters will spread rapidly among all living things like wildfire. Wherever they go, whether beasts or monsters, good or evil, none will have a chance of escape.

The weak are burned to ashes, and the strong only endure for a short while longer. Under the rising flames, even plants are reduced to charcoal, leaving only pale ashes.

When the raging flames shot into the sky, the first to realize that something was wrong were naturally the native inhabitants of this forest.

A group of half-elves and human druids formed a team and came together to investigate, but they were attacked by various creatures whose bodies were covered with flame patterns and whose temperaments had become extremely ferocious.

Their strength was undeniable; they successfully repelled wave after wave of charging monsters, but ultimately could not avoid being tainted by the scattered embers. They felt a strange power invade their bodies, and their consciousness quickly became blurred.

If you keep raising your gaze, you can see that on the entire northern continent, which is generally greenish-brown, there are scattered reddish patches that are constantly expanding.

They are like a malignant skin disease on a giant, spreading rapidly to other intact areas.

Some powerful figures in the North who were closely monitoring the war at Raven Fortress soon received urgent reports from their subordinates, claiming that a terrifying plague curse had appeared in their territories and was impossible to suppress.

When they rushed back to their respective city-states, they discovered that raging fires had already spread throughout the wilderness.

Some creatures, resembling unburnt charcoal, converged from all directions, launching a fearless assault on the city's defenses.