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It's important to understand that undead creatures are unique; as long as they are not completely destroyed, they can continue to exist for a long time.

Over time, powerful liches can easily assemble a massive army, either by summoning the dead from lower planes or by creating them themselves.

In Thor's eyes, these dead were the best source of essence; their broken and scattered souls were the most delicious food in the world.

As Thor swung his claws downwards, countless small figures fell like raindrops from the backs of the pterosaurs behind him, whose wingspans generally exceeded ten meters and whose carrying capacity was extremely strong.

Those were hordes of goblins carrying makeshift parachutes, the vanguard and cannon fodder of this attack.

Relying on the favorable living environment and abundant resources of their territory, these lowest-level intelligent beings in the prime material plane have experienced an explosive growth in numbers within Thor's domain.

Their chaotic and evil nature, low intelligence, and short lifespan mean they are destined to be unable to settle down and learn magic, nor can they engage in delicate crafts.

Even when used as laborers, their performance is far inferior to that of large humanoid creatures like the Boar-Man, limited by their size and strength, making them utterly useless.

The only redeeming quality they possess is the extreme madness that arises after being tainted by the curse of the Mad Dragon.

It was precisely because of this that Thor did not remove them from his ranks as the population of his territory gradually increased.

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Before these fanatical goblins even landed, were the bombs they carried. Thanks to the strategic location of Mount Doom, Thor's territory not only produced abundant gold but also stored vast quantities of sulfur and various explosives.

One after another, crude bombs crashed to the ground, unleashing astonishing power. The explosions were deafening, and bursts of orange-red flames erupted, carrying with them a large amount of fine, sharp pebbles and debris.

The scorching winds tore apart the bodies of zombies and skeletons, and even the incorporeal ghosts were burned and melted by the raging flames.

The rising heat blasts overturned many of the goblins' parachutes, but they didn't care. After landing, they immediately drew their long-barreled firearms and spewed out bursts of fire.

Low-level undead are not particularly powerful to begin with; even ordinary mortals have a chance to fight them if they muster the courage, let alone this group of insane demolitionists.

But soon, from the cracks in the mountain, even more powerful undead such as the Black Warrior, the Banshee, and the Skeleton Mage emerged.

Some were clad in sturdy armor, while others were as ethereal as smoke. Most of them possessed magical powers, causing the goblins who landed first to fall in droves.

Just as the tide of battle was about to turn, a wave of despair washed over Drogoth, who was hiding in the shadows, as the towering Darkin and a large number of winged kobolds charged into the battlefield.

Even a meticulously stitched and modified Abomination would be cleaved in two by a single blow in front of a Darkin Titan that is over ten meters tall. The Death Knight's charge is nothing more than a trivial tickle.

Fireballs erupted continuously from between the palms of the dragon vein kobold, transforming into a rain of fireballs that poured down upon the entire mountain range.

Ordinary undead didn't even have a chance to show themselves before being instantly blasted to death. Even mid- to high-level undead could only barely hold on for a moment.

The Red Emperor's army sweeping across the north was indeed unstoppable. Within the entire prime material plane, almost no force dared to confront this army head-on.

Drogon hid deep within the mountain's belly, watching the images transmitted through the Eye of Spell through the crystal ball, and anxiously slapped the ground with his tail.

These undead were his private property, the wealth of the dragon lich, and now they were being slaughtered one after another, which made him feel heartbroken.

That old bastard Black Claw clearly agreed that he would lure out the Red Emperor so that the two dragons could ambush him together, but he still hasn't shown up!

The agonizing time slowly passed until a black dot appeared in mid-air, which then expanded into a huge teleportation vortex. Only then did Drogonza breathe a sigh of relief and feel refreshed.

This veteran evil dragon lich chose the teleportation coordinates in the airspace outside his lair.

Therefore, as soon as Anabrasis emerged from the portal, he saw flames surging everywhere and explosions erupting one after another. Not far away, a Darkin giant over fifteen meters tall was wielding a burning greatsword and unleashing waves of fire that stretched for hundreds of meters.

The violent spatial fluctuations instantly attracted the attention of all living beings on the battlefield.

One by one, the Darkin turned their heads to look at the enormous dragon lich rushing out of the portal, their lava-like pupils burning with fierce fighting spirit.

They unfurled their broad wings, their weapons crackling with lightning and flame, and swooped down like dragons.

Suddenly faced with a group of high-ranking warriors, Anabrasis, who had not yet recovered from his long slumber, felt a chill run down his spine. He opened his long, narrow jaw and forcefully spat out his breath.

A thick, gray-black fog surged forth like a torrent, its dense negative energy mixed with corrosive acid, sweeping forward with an overwhelming force capable of devouring everything in its path.

Most of the Darkin's charge was halted by this attack, forcing them to flap their wings and retreat. However, one blazing flame pressed forward relentlessly, tearing a path through the decaying mist.

That was Kasos, the commander of the Darkin Legion. He never stopped striving to become stronger and always accepted challenges from the powerful under his command.

The long-term tempering and pressure have stimulated the raging dragon blood deep within his body, and its power has now reached an extremely formidable level.

The Crimson Dragon Greatsword in his hand was wreathed in intertwined lightning and fire, brimming with powerful dragon-attribute energy, condensing into a dazzling sword beam nearly twenty meters long.

The negative energy and corrosive acid mist along the way were all evaporated and dissipated by the sword light, and a rainbow light arrived in an instant, slashing fiercely at Anabrasis's head.

Suddenly, countless silver runes lit up, bursting forth with a bluish-gray halo, but they still couldn't completely block the sword's edge, which cut deeply into the dry flesh.

The next instant, the enraged dragon lich swung its claws and slammed Kassox away.

A dense stream of negative energy and wailing ghosts continuously overflowed from the narrow wound on the top of the head, rapidly repairing the damaged body.

The soul fire flickering in her empty eye sockets locked firmly onto the flying Kasos, and she spoke in a low, solemn voice.

"A legendary expert? A dragon descendant? Strangers, state your names!"

Chapter 435 The Fall of the Sun (Part 1)

When asked, Kasos did not answer. As a warrior, he did not need to have too many personal emotions; he only needed to obey the orders of the great dragon lord.

Undeterred by the lack of response, Anabrasis twisted his skull, which was covered in dry flesh, and continued to look around.

Warriors clad in dark red scale armor and wielding heavy weapons had already dispelled the pervasive dragon breath and were approaching step by step, their eyes fixed on the enemy.

Strange flying dragons and fire dragons circled in the sky, while some tiny goblins, seemingly oblivious to their own mortality, charged forward howling, carrying strange cylindrical objects.

What kind of creatures are these? Dragonborn? But why are they so huge, and why do they all exude different auras?

If it were just a single one, Anabrasis wouldn't care, but with so many of them, things are getting a bit complicated.

Fortunately, she did not come alone. The dark vortex behind her was still slowly turning, and death giants, skeletal abominations, undead knights, ghost banshees and various shadow creatures surged out like a tide.

While they are still somewhat weaker than those enormous dragonborn, they can at least temporarily delay the enemy. The real problem is...

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A thunderous roar echoed high in the sky, but even before the sound appeared, a crimson meteor fell from the heavens.

His speed was extremely fast, covering thousands or tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, so much so that Anabrasis had no time to dodge and could only raise his two front paws to block in front of him.

A large amount of negative energy and shadow power intertwined to form a dark blue barrier, with silver runes spreading from her body, turning into mysterious and eerie starlight.

The next moment, a terrifying, overwhelming force crashed down, causing her bones, which had been soaked in negative energy for thousands of years and transformed by various magical techniques, to explode under the strain.

Its two withered hind legs, along with its lower body, sank directly into the ground. A ring-shaped shockwave spread outwards, stirring up mud and rocks everywhere, twisting and deforming the earth like waves rippling on the surface of water.

Through the rising rainbow flames and the dark, domineering lightning, Anabrasis could see a majestic dragon face and the shimmering light at the corners of its open mouth.

"not good!!"

boom--!!

A torrent of elements mixed with high-temperature plasma transformed into a blazing white-blue stream of light, spewing from Thor's mouth. The extreme heat distorted and sublimated the surrounding air, causing it to burst forth with dazzling white light.

The dark blue barrier, shimmering with silver runes, was like a thick plastic film pierced by a red-hot iron needle, instantly creating a large hole. The scorching dragon breath, undiminished in its force, rushed straight towards Anabrasis's undead body.

At that moment, the entire world was shrouded in white. The mud and rocks instantly vaporized under the terrifying heat, their volume rapidly expanding and triggering a series of explosions.

The ground within a radius of hundreds or thousands of meters was constantly sinking, quickly forming a deep sinkhole. Boiling magma surged at the bottom of the sinkhole, and the surrounding rock walls were burned red like molten glass.

Waves of scorching wind spread outwards, and the goblins who rushed forward without thinking felt a wave of heat hit their faces, turning their skin into charcoal.

Many more low- to mid-level undead creatures were unable to withstand the intense light; their negative energy was forcibly evaporated, and they instantly collapsed into a pile of bones.

Thor spread his wings and slowly rose into the air. The power of the storm condensed into two huge vortexes on his sky-covering wing membranes, giving him enough propulsion even without flapping his wings.

The thick smoke and dust were blown away by the strong wind, and a hideous skeleton could be seen struggling to rise from the newly formed lava pool.

Anabrasis, as expected of a renowned dragon lich, was not killed instantly by a mere ordinary breath.

But the terrifying light and heat still burned away the dry skin on her body, revealing the bones underneath, which had been forged by negative energy and had a dark metallic sheen.

"Damn red dragon, how dare you... how dare you destroy my body, which I have preserved for a thousand years! Unforgivable!!"

A piercing howl suddenly rang out, mingled with the wails of countless dead souls.

The sound, like the howl of a banshee, with faint black ripples, continued to spread outward from Anabrasis's mouth.

Along the way, all the snakes, insects, rats, and even the weakest creatures and the dead suddenly stiffened, their eyes lost their luster, and their souls, like candle flames, went out, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Using the strange vision generated by his psychic powers, Thor was able to see that their souls were completely torn apart at that moment, turning into tiny gray-white specks of light.

However, before they could return to the world or be devoured by the undead present, an invisible force swept over them, absorbing them all into Thor's mind.

The terrifying ripples of death continued to spread outward from Anabrasis's mouth, turning vast areas around into a wasteland.

A torrent of negative energy poured out from its body, bringing a deathly chill that caused the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly. In a short while, white frost condensed on the magma.

Thor looked down at the dragon lich's impotent rage with disdain, and a mental shockwave shot out, like an invisible hammer, forcibly interrupting her spellcasting.

His large claws were loosely clenched at his chest, with the magic and high temperature within him converging, as if he were holding up a miniature sun.

For him, undead creatures were old enemies, and he chose to purify them completely with light and fire when faced with these filthy undead.

As energy continued to accumulate, the fireball condensed between the claws rapidly expanded, the leaping high-temperature plasma transforming into long tongues of fire, and brilliant golden light radiating in all directions like sharp swords.

Just now, due to Anabrasis's death words, the negative energy and shadowy mist that had been condensed were instantly cut into countless holes. One of the death giants was unfortunately hit by one of the wisps, and his bluish-black skin hissed as if he were in a pot of boiling oil.

The terrifying high-energy reaction caused Anabrasis to tense up abruptly, and the soul fire within his skull pulsed violently.

"Damn it! Drogosa, why aren't you coming out? Are you waiting for this guy to blow the entire White Feather Mountain Range to smithereens?"

A rapid roar came from Anabrasis's mouth, and a hoarse response soon came from a crack in the mountain in the distance.

Thor paid no heed to any of this, focusing instead on continuously drawing upon the seemingly inexhaustible energy within his body, compressing it again and again.

The intense light and high temperature had completely distorted the space around him, causing the elements to become chaotic. His figure was blurred in the halo, and his body emitted a rainbow of light, making him look like a merciless sun.

Chapter 436 The Sun Falls

Amazing magic, exquisite combat skills, back and forth, each side countering the other's moves.

No! None of that is necessary. For Thor, the so-called battle is simply using his own powerful strength and boundless magic to forcefully crush the enemy. If he doesn't crush them, he'll just increase the intensity and try again.

As energy gathered, the temperature of the entire Baiyu Mountain Range continued to rise. The grass and trees withered and scorched, and white smoke rose from the streams and ponds. Countless creatures were frantically running around in all directions.

Those undead creatures driven by negative energy, like snowflakes under the scorching sun, had wisps of black smoke rising from their bodies and began to fall in droves.

The fire dragons and flying dragons in mid-air let out terrified cries and turned to fly away into the distance. The Darkin in battle had already shaken off their enemies and taken to the air. Even the fearless goblins were scrambling to escape for their lives.

As soon as Drogosa burst out of his lair, he was met with the ever-brighter, larger and larger blazing sun high in the sky.

The rays of light shone on his skeleton, which hissed and corroded it like concentrated sulfuric acid, bringing waves of burning pain that went deep into his bones.

Damn it! What's going on with this red dragon?

Although I had heard of the Red Emperor's power, I had never heard of him being this domineering!

This time, let alone obtaining the blood of the ancestral dragon to reshape his physical body, he'll probably lose his body here. He can only hope that his soul can escape successfully.

A layer of ghostly blue flames ignited from Drogonza's skeleton, blocking the intense light from above. In a flash, he appeared beside Anabrasis, growling anxiously.

"Old bug, didn't you start paying attention to that guy in the sky more than ten years ago? Now what should we do? Think of a solution!"

Upon hearing this, Anabrasis felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and endless doubts arose, which then turned into a chilling feeling.

"Damn it, when did I ever pay attention to this guy? If I hadn't received your message, I would still be fast asleep!"

As intelligent and powerful spellcasters, the two dragon liches instantly realized the crux of the problem: they had clearly been deceived.

The question is, why did the other party do that, and why didn't they notice?

However, thinking about these things now is meaningless. The key now is how to survive under the Red Emperor's clutches.

Anabrasis and Drogosa had considered escaping, but an invisible spiritual force had already locked onto them, and any unusual movement would result in a swift and devastating attack.

Given the Red Emperor's demonstrated flight speed, he could definitely unleash the energy he had gathered before they even stepped into the portal. Doing so would only expose his back and make things even more dangerous.

The only way to deal with it is to either withstand it or retaliate with a stronger attack.

There wasn't much time for them to think it over, because the blazing sun that the Red Emperor had transformed into had already crushed down with unparalleled force.

Intense mental fluctuations resonated between the two dragon liches, causing their magic to resonate with each other for a short period of time.

Then a huge black vortex appeared out of thin air, like a whale sucking in water, swallowing up all the remaining undead creatures and negative energy around it.