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Thanks to the efforts of numerous earth elemental creatures, the narrow underground fissure was quickly transformed into a wide avenue.

Shiny magic crystals hung from the ceiling of the underground cave, illuminating the cave brightly.

The demon warlocks who had been imprisoned were also brought here this time, and they began to set up bloody and blasphemous rituals around the passage leading to the small undead plane.

As a profession that relies on summoning demons to gain power, they are extremely skilled in various evil sacrifices and methods of opening dimensional portals.

With enough offerings, expanding and stabilizing an existing passage is a piece of cake for them.

As the purplish-black magic, filled with a foul aura, emerged, the originally pitch-black passageway for the dead was gradually stained with blood.

After doing all this, the demon warlocks respectfully stepped aside. Long-term imprisonment and exploitation had made them understand what kind of attitude they should adopt.

Then, a Darkin waved his hand and brought up truckloads of criminals. These were creatures who had defied the will of the Great Dragon Lord, and their fate was naturally sealed with only one word: death.

They were thrown directly into the blood-red vortex, and screams of agony rang out, as if they had fallen into a meat grinder. Their flesh and bones were quickly separated, and their entire bodies were ground into dust.

As it continued to "feed," the originally fragile and narrow undead dimension passage was gradually "growing."

After all the prisoners have been sacrificed, it will be the turn of the humanoid creatures plundered from various places. Only after they are all exhausted will it be the turn of Thor's goblins and mixed kobolds.

Fortunately, the great red dragon did not need to open the passage wide enough for itself to pass through; it was enough for its vanguard to pass through.

Therefore, they might be able to save their lives.

Chapter 361 The Arrival

As the portal to the undead plane of the Endless Glacier continued to expand, Thor also summoned the metal dragons from his territory, ordering them to work with the grey dwarves to carve intricate magical runes on the golden disc suspended atop Mount Doom.

In this world, gold is not only a common equivalent, but also widely used in the crafting of various magical rituals and equipment due to its extremely strong magical stability and excellent magical conduction and containment capabilities.

Therefore, this huge golden disc is the most ideal magical base, not to mention that it is situated beneath a majestic volcano that can continuously provide energy.

It will serve as a super signal receiver, connected to the transmitter that will be sent to that small undead plane, eventually opening a passage large enough for Thor to pass through.

Once all the magical inscriptions were finished, a huge aether crystal was also set in the very center of the golden disc.

The dreamlike rainbow light spreads and radiates outwards from the golden base, forming a dazzling halo around the disc.

This crystallized cosmic energy, imbued with spatiotemporal properties, can tear and repair spatial rifts simply by its own existence, making it undoubtedly the best material for constructing dimensional portals.

Meanwhile, a fist-sized aether crystal, its surface layered with precious metals such as gold, mithril, and platinum, along with a signal transmitter resembling a sphere of magic, has been completed and will be sent to that small undead plane by Thor's men.

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Three days later, the undead plane passage located in the endless glacier began to stabilize. After the swirling crimson faded, its size had increased more than tenfold compared to its initial size.

The Darkin exchanged glances, and one member from each of their legions stepped forward and leaped into the passage.

A moment later, a soldier returned to report that the passage was safe and sound. With no more concerns, everyone filed in.

The numerous Darkin legions had cold and solemn expressions, the fiery goblins wore crazed expressions, and the kobolds' eyes revealed a mixture of fear and excitement.

After a brief period of dizziness, the vast, desolate land came into view.

The powerful Darkin soared into the air and looked around, but due to the thick smog, all he could see was a hazy gray expanse.

The air was filled with a thick layer of negative energy, which was extremely unfriendly to living beings. As soon as many weak goblins and kobolds appeared, they felt a bone-chilling cold seep out from their bones, and their exposed skin turned bluish-gray.

This is a sign that their life energy is being eroded and devoured by negative energy. Without external intervention, they will soon become corpses.

Fortunately, Thor was prepared for this situation. The Dragon Legacy in his mind also contained a lot of information about what to pay attention to when traveling to other worlds.

One by one, pre-made semi-finished array plates were laid out. When energy crystals were embedded in them and connected with each other, they formed a simple protective maze.

A silver light shield spread outwards from the dimensional portal, temporarily isolating the dense negative energy from the outside.

Before the goblins and kobolds could even catch their breath, they were spurred on by the Darkin and quickly set to work, piling up mud and rocks into towers, melting and burning them, and then inlaying them with gold as a base.

Soon, a multi-tiered altar, hundreds of meters high, was completed, and the ether crystal, which resembled a sphere crafted by a ghost, was placed at the tip of the altar.

As the numerous Darkin unleashed their magic, a dark red energy flow surged upwards along the layers of altars, converging into the ethereal crystal that shimmered with a dreamlike iridescence.

A dazzling beam of light shot straight into the sky, piercing through the perpetual dark clouds, and disappeared into nothingness.

When the golden disc hanging atop Mount Doom received the magical signal from afar, it instantly burst forth with dazzling light, continuously spewing out a torrent of energy.

The bright rain of light flowed upstream like a river, seemingly piercing through the void and forming a golden vortex at the zenith.

This energy, following an invisible connection, swiftly traversed space and descended upon the small undead plane.

A tiny point of light appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating and expanding, its volume increasing with each rotation.

The magic of the autonomous material plane poured in, dispelling the dark clouds and revealing the cold sun in the sky.

With the endless flow of energy from Mount Doom, the golden vortex quickly expanded to a size large enough for Thor to pass through.

The enormous red dragon strode out of its palace, its sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the vortex and see into that desolate world.

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, its sky-covering wings unfolded like a giant curtain, and crimson dragon energy spewed out, instantly transforming into a shooting star that soared into the sky.

A sensation like being squeezed through a pipe propelled Thor's body, and as he passed through an invisible barrier, he immediately smelled the putrid stench in his nostrils.

First, a majestic crimson-gold dragon head emerged from the sky, followed by a magnificent body, broad wings, and a long tail.

Boundless light and heat emanated from Thor's scales, like a blazing sun illuminating this dark world.

He twitched his nose in disgust, then glanced at the gray surroundings and the intensely flashing sparks of energy at the boundary between light and darkness.

This lifeless plane does not meet Thor's requirements, and a complete transformation is necessary.

However, before that, there is a small problem to deal with—the native inhabitants of this undead plane harbor great hatred towards the invaders.

In the distance, a vast expanse of dark clouds appeared, and countless ghosts darted through them, emitting piercing screams.

On the distant horizon, an army of the dead, composed of undead creatures such as skeletons, zombies, ghouls, and abominations, surges in like a tide.

Several enormous creatures hovered above the legion of death; they were powerful undead transformed from the dead dragons.

A lich in a tattered cloak sat atop a bone dragon, ancient vampires transformed into countless bat shadows, and death knights rode nightmares burning with hellfire, galloping at the forefront of the army.

The arrival of the powerful red dragon alerted almost all the native races of the plane, who united to try to drive Thor out.

In response, Thor, hovering in mid-air, simply spread his wings wide, the golden vortex above his head still shining, from which enormous figures continued to descend.

At this moment, the authority from the flames successfully connected with the fire elemental plane. The various authorities within him exerted their power together, tearing a narrow passage open behind him.

A bright orange vertical eye hangs in the sky, its gaze burning with endless flames of destruction. The red dragon, like a small sun, has that dazzling pupil.

Chapter 362 Let the Flames Burn Everything (Part 1)

The blazing fire tore through the perpetual gloom that shrouded the undead plane, and the rolling flames poured down like a bursting dam, spreading wildly in all directions.

The Darkin who descended from the sky were bathed in the intense firelight, their bodies seemingly ablaze, resembling ferocious and terrifying fire demons.

The evolution brought about by the Mad Dragon Curse not only prevents them and their legions from being burned by the flames, but also allows them to obtain a continuous supply of energy.

A few creatures that lack heat resistance retreated to the vicinity of the dimensional portal, where they began constructing defensive fortifications and took on logistical responsibilities.

The crimson sea of ​​fire surged into waves tens of meters high, crashing head-on against the oncoming army of the undead.

Faced with the terrifying heat, even the Death Knights at the forefront tightened their reins, turned their horses around, and hastily retreated.

Fire and light naturally counteract death and negative energy. Although most undead creatures do not experience fear and only harbor endless hatred for the living, their survival instinct still drives them to avoid danger as much as possible.

But while the undead knights retreated, the army of skeletons and zombies behind them was not so lucky, and was instantly engulfed in the surging sea of ​​fire.

The high temperature scorched their mangled flesh and bones, squeezing oil from the rotting fat, producing a crackling and popping sound.

Once the temperature reaches a certain level, corpses can also be excellent fuel. Thick black smoke rose with negative energy, and swarms of zombies and skeletons instantly fell silent.

The fragmented souls that escaped from their skulls should have returned to their respective lords. This is an important reason why the Scourge can run rampant in the world of the living. After all, the souls of both the dead and the living can be reused. As long as the battle continues, the scales of victory will continue to tip in favor of the undead.

However, an invisible force had already enveloped the entire battlefield, devouring all the fragments of souls.

The wheel in Thor's mind was slowly turning, like a giant millstone, grinding those fragmented souls into powder one by one.

The undead lord in the distance let out an angry shriek, and his soul fire surged fiercely.

Wisps of black smoke rose from them and their legion, instantly transforming into a dense fog that blotted out the sky, colliding fiercely with the sea of ​​fire.

Flames can purify negative energy, and sufficiently concentrated negative energy can naturally suppress the burning of flames.

Dazzling sparks of energy flashed continuously, the raging sea of ​​fire suddenly paused, and the thick fog of negative energy gradually thinned out.

As a large number of undead poured in, the black fog seemed to be replenished, suppressing the sea of ​​fire and causing it to retreat continuously.

Just then, the heavy sound of hooves rang out, and centaurs clad in thick scale armor, resembling mobile fortresses, suddenly leaped out of the sea of ​​fire. Their massive, basket-like hooves trampled wildly, and their lances swept out, leading the sea of ​​fire forward once again.

A fear knight rode forward to meet them, but his small stature made him no match for the brunt of these centaur heavy cavalry.

Only when giants made of piled-up bones and abominations stitched together from numerous corpses blocked their path like small mountains could the centaur heavy cavalry's charge be barely halted.

Seeing that the situation had reached a stalemate, a necromancer dressed in black robes had a green glint in his eyes, and immediately skeleton archers fired a dense barrage of arrows like a torrential rain.

The dragon-blooded kobolds flapped their wings and rose into the air. Tana raised the flaming scepter in her claws and, together with her kin, unleashed a shower of meteors and fire.

The pale white bone arrows struck the Darkin legion, who were generally covered in heavy scale armor, with only a crisp clang before falling limply to the ground and being burned to ashes by the sea of ​​fire.

Fist-sized fireballs rained down, exploding with a deafening roar and stirring up the thick, dark fog.

A necromantic dragon descended from the sky, its body radiating a chilling aura. As it drew closer, its white, jade-like bones and the translucent, icy body tissue on its surface became visible.

This is an ice-forged dragon.

Legend has it that when a white dragon reaches the end of its life, if it still has unfinished business, it will seek out the Heart of Winter—perhaps somewhere, or perhaps through some ritual. In any case, about a year later, an ice-forged dragon will appear in the roaring storm.

The Ice Forged Dragon in front of us is about 20 meters long. It is clear that it was at least an old individual in its previous life. Its dark blue eyes gleam with a cold light like glaciers, and it spews out a chilling wave of cold air when it opens its mouth.

The frigid fog forced the sea of ​​fire to sink further, revealing a figure with horns pointing skyward and wielding a dark red greatsword.

Kasos looked up at the undead dragon in the sky, a hint of disgust flashing in his molten pupils. He spread his wings and soared into the sky, accompanied by dark red lightning.

A flash of red light appeared, and the greatsword forged from Crimson Dragon Gold easily sliced ​​through the ice-like corpse of the Ice-Forged Dragon, slicing across its neck and severing its hideous head.

However, unlike living beings, undead dragons do not perish from physical injuries. Their only weakness is their fragmented soul, which is usually hidden in some bones or teeth.

With a series of ear-piercing cracking sounds, sharp ice shards grew from the severed neck of the Ice-Forged Dragon, attempting to reconnect its head to its body.

But more Darkin swarmed in and quickly tore it to pieces, causing it to fall into the burning inferno.

As billowing white mist rose, the remaining frost and necromantic power was quickly evaporated by the sea of ​​fire, and even the souls could not escape the fate of being swallowed by the roulette wheel.

When the powerful Darkin entered the fray, it was a complete rout for the undead.

Its enormous size grants it strong resistance and vigorous vitality, and combined with the dragon-attribute energy within its body, it is almost immune to all low-level negative status effects.

The lightning and fire magic flowing within them has an almost natural restraint on the undead, and many Darkin have even mastered wide-range breath attacks.

Even high-ranking Death Knights and Dark Knights are no match for Darkin, who have an average challenge level of 15 or higher.

Perhaps only mummy lords and ancient vampires could stand against them.

This group of Darkin was like a group of red dragons about to come of age, unleashing the great power and talent they inherited from their dragon lord, pushing forward, pushing forward, and pushing forward again!

Everything in their path will be utterly crushed, followed by a sea of ​​fire that surges forth, burning fiercely and turning all the corpses into ashen powder.

It wouldn't be entirely true to say that there were no creatures in this small undead plane that could stop them.

However, those truly powerful beings had already been spotted by Thor in the sky.

Chapter 363 Let the Flames Burn Everything (Part 2)

Tearing a passage from a minor undead plane to the fire elemental plane is far more difficult than doing so in the prime material plane.

This is because each plane has its own fundamental operating laws and energy tendencies, which will instinctively reject all existences that contradict or oppose it.

Thor could clearly feel a tremendous force constantly acting on the fire elemental plane passage behind him, determined to close it.

Once he stops maintaining it, the passage will probably be completely shut down within minutes.