Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Regardless of the Tiamat elector's true intentions, the priority is to disrupt them first. We must not allow these five dragons to unite, not even in name only.

Just then, Anabrasis's envoy conveyed the same idea, and the two decided to seize the Crown of Rainbow Scales first.

The plan proceeded smoothly. With the help of the Dragon Witch Cult's information channels, they quickly located the Crown of Rainbow Scales and set up an ambush in advance.

The only thing that made Drogosa slightly uneasy was why that old scoundrel Anabrasis hadn't come along.

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"Where is Black Claw? Why hasn't he shown up yet?!"

The deep voice was filled with Drogosa's dissatisfaction, bringing with it a cold, deathly breeze, enough to instantly wither the life of any mortal.

The black robe of the envoy beside him fluttered gently. He simply bowed respectfully and replied calmly.

"Lord Anabrasis is currently on guard against the Red Emperor's movements. He believes that Lord Drogosa is more than capable of dealing with a mere few chromatic dragons."

These flattering words cheered Drogosa up considerably. At the same time, the existence of the Red Emperor did indeed require vigilance, so he lowered his guard once again.

After some time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly approaching. As it drew closer, it became clear that it was a dark, almost black, poisonous cloud.

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When the fire dragon and the flying dragon dropped the Crown of Rainbow Scales, Serazor, a blue dragon, was the first to catch it with his fastest flight speed.

Feeling its power expanding under the blessing of the divine artifact, the blue dragon's heart became arrogant.

But then he was attacked by the other five-colored dragons. The Crown of Rainbow Scales had enhanced his strength, but firstly, he didn't have time to adapt, and secondly, it was not enough to deal with the combined attack of those equally powerful and ruthless dragons of his own kind.

After a chaotic battle, the crown on his head was knocked off and eventually fell into the claws of the green dragon Sylvis.

She was undoubtedly much smarter than Serazor; the moment she succeeded, she turned and fled without a second thought.

With the blessing of the artifact, and the fact that the green dragon was good at concealing her whereabouts, she managed to survive for three months as she fled all over the northern lands.

With the appointed day fast approaching, all she needs to do is return to Mount Doom and receive the Red Emperor's coronation to become the nominal overlord of all the five-colored dragons in the entire North and even the world.

With this righteous cause as her backing, no five-colored dragon will dare to openly compete with her. Furthermore, through the baptism of her bloodline by the Crown of Colorful Scales, she herself will continuously grow stronger until she finally reaches the realm known as the God.

The beautiful vision of the future made the green dragon, who had lived for countless years, gleam with the light of ambition in its eyes, and the cobra-like wrinkles on both sides of its neck swelled red with blood and stretched out.

Just as she was passing through a primeval forest, a hoarse roar suddenly came from below, like a cold wind blowing through the cracks of bones, sending chills down one's spine.

A breath of crimson, dark green, and gray-white intertwined shot into the sky like a giant pillar, and with a mere sweep, it cleaved the poisonous clouds in two.

The blazing flames and the icy negative energy mingled together, two seemingly contradictory attributes, yet they exuded a strange harmony.

The sudden turn of events set off alarm bells in Sylvie's mind. Before he could think, a figure reeking of decay and stench pounced down from below.

When a true dragon transforms into a dragon lich, its body is corroded and transformed by negative energy, and its flesh rots and peels away, so its size is often much smaller than when it was alive.

However, the dragon's corpse, with only a few dried tissues remaining on its body, was still nearly 70 meters long, which made Sylvis feel terrified.

Chapter 428 Kneel down to accept my coronation

Still on the low hills surrounding the city of crimson and golden radiance, one after another five-colored dragons landed here, slightly fewer in number than before, each looking disheveled, almost all bearing injuries.

The five chromatic dragons, led by Sylvis, Serazor, and Morkith, appeared to be the most seriously injured.

Large patches of their scales had fallen off, their wing membranes were riddled with perforations, and their skin bore charred and corroded wounds, some of which were even rotting and stinking.

As a veteran Five-Colored Dragon powerhouse, even though he has transformed into a Lich and his strength has declined from its peak when he was alive, he is by no means someone that some younger generation can easily challenge.

Almost as soon as Silvesre engaged in battle, he was completely overwhelmed by Drogonza and could only struggle to hold on.

If the five-colored dragon, chasing after her and wanting to seize the Crown of Rainbow Scales, hadn't arrived in time, she would probably not only have lost this secondary artifact, but her own life would also have been in danger.

Even with numerous helpers, Zhuo Yisa calmly managed to snatch the Crown of Rainbow Scales from the claws of the many five-colored dragons, and then retreated with composure.

If it weren't for the fear that making too much of a scene would cause some unforeseen events, at least a few of the five-colored dragons present would have died.

In the end, the group of defeated soldiers could only watch helplessly as the enemy drove away, not daring to even think of chasing after them to steal their loot.

But the loss of the Crown of Rainbow Scales is not just a matter of losing their chance to become Tiamat's agents; it also concerns how they will explain themselves to Her Majesty the Five-Headed Dragon Queen and the Red Emperor.

Their whereabouts and very souls are in the Red Emperor's grasp. Even if they wanted to escape now, they couldn't find a place to hide.

Having exhausted all other options, they could only return to the outskirts of Mount Doom and anxiously await their fate.

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Thor's influence now extends throughout the North, and he naturally has a matching intelligence network. Although he can't be fully aware of the actions of every creature, major events still manage to be detected.

Therefore, he had already learned of the news before these five-colored dragons returned, which surprised him somewhat.

In the North, or rather, in the material world, there are still beings who dare to steal his things. It seems that he has been hiding in his lair for too long, causing the world to forget his existence.

A dragon lich named Drogonza, along with the Dragon Lich Cult, since they despise undead creatures for living too long and are eager to die, Thor will naturally grant their wish.

As for those five-colored dragons, they're a bunch of useless trash; let's just leave them out for a few days.

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At this moment, Thor was sitting on his golden throne, enjoying a feast from all corners of the world.

Herds of cattle and sheep, even mammoths and herbivorous dragons, were carefully cooked and sprinkled with spices worth as much as gold.

Fruits from different seasons ripened at the same time under the power of magic, and were presented in cartloads on luxurious trays.

There are also wines from elves and dwarves, rare minerals, and magical gems.

The gold coins spent on this meal alone would be enough to bankrupt most small and medium-sized city-states, and would meet the minimum wealth requirements of the God-Sealing Dragon.

This was not something Thor needed to survive; it was simply to satisfy his appetite.

After all, as a powerful magical creature, with the support of numerous monster templates, he was already able to draw everything he needed for his growth from the world.

The True Dragon's formidable eyesight allowed the numerous five-colored dragons outside the Crimson Golden City, even from a distance of over ten kilometers, to see the many figures moving endlessly on the volcano and the precious objects they held high above their heads.

The enormous wealth that was consumed like flowing water, even if it wasn't theirs, still caused them a pang of heartache, making them wish they could rush up and grab the Red Emperor by the neck, begging him to stop eating.

The long wait was agonizing. After an unknown amount of time, the majestic red dragon, covered in crimson scales, finally stepped out of the palace. With a flap of its wings, it transformed into a dazzling red light and landed on a mountaintop in front of it.

The terrifying impact caused the already low hills to seem to sink even further, and the vegetation on the mountain was burned to ashes in an instant, with large amounts of mud and rocks melting into rolling lava that flowed down.

The terrifying power spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment, making the five-colored dragon that landed on the nearby mountain feel a shortness of breath.

Amidst the towering flames and thick smoke, Thor raised his head, glanced around at the timid five-colored dragons, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings. You can't even seize the opportunity. You've completely disgraced the Five-Colored Dragon."

You think you can act as Her Majesty Tiamat's proxy? I think you should just retreat to your respective lairs and hide away. Anything can happen in dreams!

You still have the nerve to come back now? If I were you…

The words, mixed with sarcasm and rebuke, did not make the five-colored dragons around them feel ashamed, after all, evil dragons would not have such emotions.

At this moment, they felt only anger and resentment. They wanted to defend themselves, after all, that was a dragon lich that had lived for countless thousands of years, and its age might be older than all of them combined. It was normal that they couldn't defeat it.

But he dared not say these words in front of the Red Emperor, since it was common knowledge throughout the North that this monster Red Dragon had already reached the ranks of the world's top powerhouses at less than 100 years old.

Using age as an excuse in front of the Red Emperor will only provoke his wrath and put you in an even more dangerous situation.

One by one, the five-colored dragons shrank their heads, their wings drooping to the ground as if powerless, and listened obediently to Thor's reprimand.

If it were in the past, Thor would have taught them a lesson for their dead-dog attitude.

But the great Red Emperor has grown up. With his increased strength and age, he is better able to control the rage in his blood and will not get angry easily.

"Which good-for-nothing lost the Crown of Rainbow Scales in the end? Step forward and let me see."

The deep voice rolled like muffled thunder, making Sylvis shudder involuntarily.

Under normal circumstances, given the cunning nature of the Green Dragon, he would never admit to making such a huge blunder.

Unfortunately, this happened in full view of everyone. Faced with the surrounding gazes of the other dragons and the various glances cast at him, the green dragon could only muster up his courage and speak.

"It was...it was me, Your Majesty. Please forgive my incompetence. That dragon lich was too despicable, ambushing me halfway through the journey, which is why I..."

Thor merely glanced at the old green dragon, completely unconcerned about the reason for the loss of the Crown of Rainbow Scales, and interrupted him directly.

"I don't want to listen to this useless nonsense. Go find that skeletal bug and tell him that since he has won the Crown of Rainbow Scales, he is the chosen successor of His Majesty Tiamat."

"He must come to Mount Doom within three days, kneel down and accept my coronation, or he will face the consequences."

Chapter 429 Temptation

Thor didn't care whether the crown of the rainbow scales would ultimately belong to a living five-colored dragon, a withered dragon lich, or some despicable thief or lowly kobold.

He just wanted to spread this title so that the eyes of the world would be drawn away from him and no longer have to forcibly associate him with that old bastard Tiamat.

So now that the dragon lich named Drogon has won the crown, Thor doesn't mind making it Tiamat's proxy.

As for the long-standing feud between living and dead dragons, whether it was in accordance with the rules or not, he couldn't be bothered to care.

Unfortunately, getting a dragon lich that has lived for thousands of years to bow down and submit is probably no less difficult than taking its life.

As Tiamat's former lover, Drogonza has its own pride. In its eyes, all the five-colored dragons in the mortal realm are nothing more than juniors, equivalent to offspring.

When the Red Emperor's order reached Drogon's ears through the minions of the green dragon Sylvis, the powerful dragon lich felt a deep sense of humiliation, followed by an uncontrollable rage.

Although the dead all look cold and lifeless, like emotionless machines.

But what they lose are only positive emotions such as warmth, compassion, joy, and empathy; negative emotions such as hatred, arrogance, anger, and jealousy are amplified infinitely by negative energy.

Overwhelmed with rage, Zhuo Yisa could barely contain himself. He wanted to rush out immediately and tear that junior who dared to despise him to pieces, but due to his own lack of strength, he ultimately dared not take action.

In the end, all that anger could only be vented on the messenger who came to deliver the order—a green dragon-blooded kobold with dark green fur and dragon wings.

The poor little thing was bitten into Zhuo Yisa's mouth, and the rotten dragon teeth ground against each other, chewing it into a pool of bright red minced meat, which was then eroded and absorbed by negative energy.

Even so, Zhuo Yisa was still not satisfied. He began to wildly swing his claws and tail, and open his mouth to breathe fire, destroying the entire nest in a mess before it finally calmed down.

Only then did the black-robed spellcaster who had ambushed and seized the Crown of Rainbow Scales with it slowly emerge from the shadows and speak up to offer advice.

"Please calm down, Lord Zhuo Yisa. There's no need to get upset over such a trivial matter."

"A small matter?"

Zhuo Yisa twisted his grotesque skull and exhaled two streams of icy death breath from his nostrils.

"Then why don't you just go and kill that damned red dragon?"

The black-robed spellcaster slowly shook his head, speaking in his usual unhurried manner.

"Lord Zogisa is joking. How could I be a match for the Red Emperor? However, my master, Lord Anabrasis, is willing to do his part in this matter."

"That old bastard Black Claw is willing to take action? If he joins in, it's not impossible to have a fight."

The soul fire within Zhuo Yisa's skull flickered erratically as he fell into brief contemplation.

Just then, the black-robed spellcaster's voice rang in my ears again.

"In fact, more than ten years ago, Lord Anabrasis had already paid close attention to the Red Emperor."

According to him, this red dragon seems to have exhibited some kind of peculiar atavism, resulting in an extremely high purity of bloodline, almost reaching the level of the ancestral five-colored dragon.

That was the most perfect state of the five-colored dragon race when they were born from the blood of Her Majesty Tiamat. At that time, pure divine blood flowed through their bodies, without any impurities.

Therefore, his blood has a magical effect on other five-colored dragons, and it is said that it can regenerate their physical bodies.

If combined with the Rainbow Scale Crown we reclaimed, it might even be possible to create a living ancestral dragon body.

The words of the black-robed spellcaster caused the soul fire in Zhuo Yisa's skull to leap violently, and the sparks in his eye sockets instantly shrank to the size of pinheads.

The dead have an endless lifespan, which sounds wonderful, but because of the absence of their soul and body, they can only endure endless emptiness and pain.

In addition, due to their high dependence on negative energy, once their strength reaches a certain level, they will fall into a state of near stagnation. Unless absolutely necessary, very few true dragons will voluntarily choose to transform into dragon liches.

Therefore, almost all powerful liches were searching for a way to rejuvenate their decaying bodies. When this opportunity truly appeared before him, Zogisa felt as if a long-lost vibration was once again coming from his empty chest.

"Are you telling the truth? If you dare to lie to me, I will drag your soul out and burn it repeatedly in the fires of hell, letting maggots devour it!"

Despite the approaching skull of Drozsa and the overwhelming stench of decay, the black-robed spellcaster remained calm and nodded.

"This is a message that my lord Anabrasis has instructed me to deliver to you, and it is absolutely true."