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Chapter 416 By What Right

Thor naturally looked down on the female dragons present, seeing them as nothing more than a group of weak mortals. He didn't even bother to linger his gaze on them.

Then, the enormous red dragon, nearly 120 meters long, leaped from the top of the volcano, riding a hurricane, and slowly descended to the wide plaza of the Crimson City below.

The moment its body touched the ground, the ground within a radius of several kilometers seemed unable to bear its terrifying weight, and tiny pebbles and dust rose into the air, causing a violent tremor.

The towering stone tower, which stands majestically in the center of the square and is awe-inspiring to ordinary creatures, is nothing more than a slender stone pole in Thor's eyes.

He simply stood upright and reached out his claws to pluck the crown of colorful scales from the top.

Then, his majestic head was raised high, and his burning pupils shot out a dazzling light as he roared in a deep voice to the surroundings.

"I am Thor Heliozog—the overlord of the North, the new king of the wilderness!"

Not long ago, Princess Tiamat entrusted me with an important task: to select her successor on Earth, the next Five-Colored Dragon King, to lead the Five-Colored Dragons to recreate the glory of the ancient Thunder Age.

I was hoping to meet some strong people this time, but I didn't expect to only see weaklings like you. I'm quite disappointed.

Without further ado, I will now announce the rules for this selection.

That is, the strong rule, and no means are spared; whoever stands at the end is the successor chosen by Her Majesty Tiamat.

A thunderous roar erupted from his powerful chest, echoing and reverberating through the air, spreading outwards in layers.

Upon hearing this, the five-colored dragons on the low hills surrounding the Crimson City immediately raised their heads and cast wary, predatory glances at their fellow dragons.

From this moment on, they were enemies, and everyone present was a potential rival. Some dragons even harbored malicious thoughts, plotting how to eliminate their competitors as quickly as possible.

However, the matter did not end there. The enormous red dragon in the square stretched out its claws, and two giants, each over ten meters tall and with wings on their backs, rushed out of the city.

Their massive bodies were covered with thick, dark red scales, with surging lightning crackling across their surfaces. The powerful aura they exuded was in no way inferior to that of some adult dragons.

Yet this powerful being, which even made many of the five-colored dragons present wary, displayed almost humble loyalty upon landing, kneeling down and bowing its head deeply.

Only after the great Dragon Lord gave his approval did they rise again, each grasping one end of a huge rotating shaft and spreading it out to the sides.

The axle, forged from various precious metals such as gold, copper, and mithril, stretched out like a river of crimson gold. Its back was covered with dense markings engraved with gemstone dust, exuding a strong magical aura.

This is undoubtedly a powerful magical item, but what is its connection to this selection?

Just as the many five-colored dragons were filled with doubt, Thor, who was in the center of the square, raised his head, a malicious smirk on his lips, and spoke again.

"Now all dragons come before me and leave your blood and soul on this scroll."

Upon hearing this, the five-colored dragons around them were immediately startled, and then they were filled with rage.

In this world teeming with magic, even a single scale or a strand of hair can become a medium for casting curses, not to mention blood that symbolizes the power of one's bloodline, and the soul's essence that is related to one's very nature.

If these things fall into the hands of the enemy, they might die mysteriously one day; if they are in the possession of the powerful, they can be easily controlled.

Now, the red dragon has produced a scroll of unknown origin and is asking them to leave such an important symbol on it, which seems very strange.

This is like someone handing you a contract with unclear contents and asking you to sign and put your fingerprint on it; even a fool wouldn't agree to that.

However, intimidated by the Red Emperor's terrifying power, most of the five-colored dragons did not dare to voice their opposition, but simply stood silently in place, expressing their resistance through their actions.

Only the largest and most arrogant and irritable red dragon couldn't help but prop itself up, raise its claws and slam them into the ground, roaring angrily.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Even the great Empress Tiamat has no right to make such a demand of us! And by what right do you have?"

Thor turned to look at the red dragon that had spoken—over 45 meters long, with fiery red scales edged with gold, a massive body, and a crest of horns on its head that twisted and shone like lava.

Judging by the standards of evil dragons, this is undoubtedly a powerful red dragon, exuding a violent burning aura all over its body, and its bloodline is probably far purer than that of an ordinary red dragon.

Unfortunately, this guy isn't very clear-headed and doesn't understand the need to have reverence for the strong.

"Good question! What's your name? Tell me."

Upon hearing this, the red dragon perched on the low hill proudly spread its wings and loudly proclaimed.

"My name is Calondis, the great Lava Mountain Bloodwing!"

The inner tips of his wings were not the grayish-blue color of a burnt metal like those of a normal red dragon, but rather a blood-red color.

The raging flames clung to it, rising continuously upwards, creating a scene of flames engulfing the sky.

The low hill beneath our feet could not withstand the scorching heat and emitted a series of cracking sounds. The mud and rocks melted into orange-red lava, which flowed down the mountain like a stream through the cracks in the rocks.

Feeling the shocked gazes directed at him, Calondis felt a surge of immense satisfaction.

What Red Emperor? He's just a bit bigger. Calondis was already unhappy with him because of his previous remarks. Did he really think he was afraid of him?

As the one destined to become Tiamat's successor, the great Calondis fears no challenge. He will defeat this bloated creature and demonstrate his power to the world!

At this moment, arrogance and pride burned fiercely in his heart, filling him with fighting spirit.

The next moment, he saw the Red Emperor in the distance also raise his wings that blotted out the sky and speak casually.

"Kalondis? As an ignorant fool who doesn't know his own limitations and a cautionary tale of courting death, your name is worth remembering."

Before he finished speaking, Thor's strong limbs suddenly pushed off, and the ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, spreading outwards in a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks.

The crimson dragon aura drew a dazzling trail of flames over a thousand meters long in the sky, covering a distance of more than ten kilometers in the blink of an eye at terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the red dragon that had uttered the sound. His enormous claws stretched forward, and with the force of his dive, he swung them down with overwhelming force.

Chapter 417 Contract of Indenture

What does a speed exceeding Mach 10 actually mean?

This means that even if Thor flew around the equator in his previous life, it would only take him two or three hours; a distance of just over ten kilometers would only take him a few seconds, even with acceleration.

In that short time, let alone ordinary mortals, even a powerful dragon like the Red Dragon could only roar and desperately raise its claws to meet the attack.

In the next instant, Calondis felt an irresistible force suddenly strike him. The low hill beneath his feet instantly cracked, and his two hind legs sank straight into it, followed by his tail, rump, and even half of his thick body.

The immense impact caused his muscles to tremble violently, his bones to groan under the strain, and countless drops of blood to be ejected from the gaps in his scales, bursting into flames before they even hit the ground.

However, what he found even more unbearable than the excruciating physical pain was the absurdly large gap in strength between them.

One strike, just one strike, and I was rendered almost powerless to resist?! How is this possible?!

For a moment, the proud red dragon was completely unable to accept the reality before it, feeling that the whole world was utterly absurd.

But reality never changes because of the will of a few dragons. A chilling sense of crisis surged up from the bottom of his heart. He watched helplessly as the Red Emperor's giant claws rose high again and slammed down downwards.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The continuous, deafening roars, like the repeated pounding of a heavy hammer weighing millions of tons, terrified the other five-colored dragons around them.

Calondis's entire body was gradually shoved into the ground, causing the entire hill to collapse with a deafening roar.

No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he did indeed have some merit.

Despite enduring such a heavy blow, he did not die on the spot, but all the small bones in his body were broken, and blood gushed out from the holes all over his body like a spring.

As the dust that had been rising into the sky gradually settled, the majestic Red Emperor was leisurely wiping the blood off his claws, while the insolent Calondis lay like a dead dog in a sea of ​​lava, with only half of his head showing.

If it weren't for the faint breath still lingering in his nostrils and the remaining sparkle in his pupils, anyone would have thought he was dead.

Thor looked around at the other five-colored dragons, and saw that they all tucked their wings and shrank their heads, looking as silent as a flock of frightened quails.

He summoned several of his men and ordered them to dig up the red dragon buried underground, drag it to the dungeon, and then casually began to speak.

"The reason why Her Majesty Tiamat will not personally descend to the Prime Material Plane to take your lives because most of you are worthless and not worthy of her effort."

But I'm different. We're in the same plane of existence, and I don't mind spending a little more time crushing those who dare to offend me.

Now! Does anyone else have objections to my proposal? Or perhaps you'd like to test the sharpness of my claws?

The deep voice, though not loud, sounded like thunder to the ears of the surrounding five-colored dragons.

As accomplices who came for the same goal, they knew each other to some extent. Calondis' strength was already top-notch among them, yet he was still powerless to resist. Naturally, no dragon dared to say a word of "no".

The green dragon, nearly forty meters long, was the first to fly forward and voluntarily left its blood and soul aura on the unfolded scroll.

As the magic attached to the scroll was activated, an emerald inscription appeared, revealing the name of the green dragon—Silvis.

Thor was surprised to find that the other party had made some records of this in his own dragon heritage.

This is an extremely old green dragon that inhabits the Deadthorn Miasma Forest on the western edge of the High Forest, a powerful being known as "Deadthorn Poison Heart".

Regardless of her strength, the fact that she has survived to this day despite her territory overlapping with Silvermoon Dragon Queen and Silvermoon City is enough to prove that she is no ordinary person.

With Sylvis leading the way, the other five dragons, even if unwilling, had no choice but to step forward one by one and leave their marks on the unfolded scroll under Thor's intimidating gaze.

The other two dragons that Thor was focusing on, the blue dragon and the black dragon, also revealed their names at this time: "Sky-Splitting Thunderjaw" Serazor and "Rotting Swamp Undead" Morkith.

Unfortunately, no white dragon appeared that Thor would find worthy of his attention; otherwise, all five powerful chromatic dragons would have been gathered.

It's unclear whether their environment was too isolated from the world, preventing them from hearing the news Thor spread; whether they lacked the intelligence to understand the intricacies; or whether they had a clear understanding of their own strength and dared not come.

In short, the white dragons present were all weaklings, and many of them had even been brought here as slaves by other beings.

However, at this moment, Thor's actions turned out to be good news for these white dragons—from this moment on, their status was equal to that of their former master.

Just as the five-colored dragons at the scene had guessed, what good could this scroll, which was inexplicably produced and meant to be imprinted with the aura of blood and soul, be? It was, of course, a contract of servitude.

This is a new type of contract that Thor further improved upon by having his many spellcasters refine the contract magic he had previously applied to those young dragons.

In addition to being able to locate all true dragons that have left behind their blood and soul aura in real time, it can also act as a medium to directly attack their souls when necessary.

In this way, even if these true dragons escape to distant outer planes, Thor can easily control their lives and deaths, ensuring they dare not disobey his orders.

Thor nodded in satisfaction after all the five dragons present had signed their names on the indenture, and then ordered his men to put away the scroll and lock it in the deepest part of his treasure vault.

Then, he looked again at the dejected and frustrated dragons and spoke.

"Now that you have met my requirements, it is time to select Her Majesty Tiamat's representative in the Material Plane."

"Do you see the crown in my hand? I will have my men randomly place it somewhere in the world. Three months later, whoever brings it back to me first will be the chosen representative."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud roar suddenly came from the distant horizon.

A strange flying dragon, sixteen meters long, emerged from between the mountains, its wings flapping. It was covered in crimson armor, its wings were patterned with flames, and its thick tail was covered with thorns and poisonous spikes.

This is a creature that evolved from a wyvern egg infected with the Rathalos virus, using the Rathalos as a template. It is one of the most successful Monster Hunter creatures recreated by Thor so far, and it already bears a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to the Rathalos.

It not only inherited the fire dragon's powerful physique and thick scales far exceeding those of ordinary flying dragons, but also completely preserved its internal fire sacs and fire breath abilities.

If it were to fight in the jungle or wilderness, even an ordinary white dragon would probably be no match for it.

Chapter 418 Black Stone Prison

With a body length of 16 meters, the male fire dragon flying dragon is undoubtedly a behemoth.

Unlike ordinary wyverns, its body was not thin; instead, it was covered with bulging muscles and thick armor, and its weight was estimated to be over 10 tons, even exceeding that of the heaviest land carnivorous reptile in Earth's history—Tyrannosaurus Rex.

After all, its body looks like a carnivorous dinosaur covered in heavy armor and with wings on its back.

Most pterosaurs and bipedal dragons need to use their wings to walk after landing, but fire dragons can run at high speeds using only their two legs. This is because their strong hind limbs and thick tail provide powerful explosive force and dynamic balance.

But even this terrifying behemoth appears as small as a fledgling chick compared to Thor's enormous size.

After landing, the fire dragon affectionately rubbed its head against Thor's claws, then grabbed at the colorful crown.

The moment the two made contact, the powerful force of the sub-divine artifact was activated, causing the fire dragon's body to expand at a visible speed, and its scales to shimmer with dazzling iridescent light.

In just a short moment, the aura it emitted skyrocketed, reaching a level that startled most of the five-colored dragons present.

What followed was the deep greed in the hearts of the dragons. If a mere subspecies of inferior dragon beast could obtain such powerful abilities, how powerful would they become if they could personally wear this crown?

Pairs of eager eyes were fixed on the fire dragon, watching it flap its wings and gradually disappear into the distant sky.

Its flight speed is surprisingly fast, comparable to some of the world's largest and most ferocious birds of prey.

This scene, however, was like a bucket of cold water, slightly extinguishing the fire in their hearts. After all, although true dragons are creatures that mainly rely on magical abilities to fly, they also need to follow certain physical principles.