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Thor's sharp gaze traced the green dragon's body inch by inch, causing the dragon's scales to involuntarily tense and stand up.

He quickly pinpointed the source of the anomaly. The seemingly unicorn-like object atop the green dragon's head was circulating with a natural and peaceful energy; upon closer inspection, it was clearly not a horn at all, but rather a section of a sword hilt.

Just then, one of the powerful figures from the north who was accompanying them also noticed something amiss and spoke up.

"This seems to be the legendary elven holy sword, Teralule, a legendary weapon with its own consciousness. It was lost decades ago, and I never expected it to be hidden here."

The words "legendary weapon" instantly triggered Thor's innate dragon-collecting obsession, causing him to leap into the air and land on the green dragon's head.

Such an extremely offensive act would have enraged any ordinary five-colored dragon. But this green dragon felt its entire body was firmly bound by an immense pressure, and dared not move an inch.

As Thor grasped the platinum hilt inlaid with emeralds, a strong sense of resistance immediately washed over him, and a slight stinging sensation rose in his palm.

As a legendary intelligent weapon that embodies lawful goodness and symbolizes nature and peace, it instinctively repels the evil red dragon.

Unfortunately, the more the other party resisted, the more interested Thor became. The slender-looking boy exerted a slight force, and a terrifying amount of strength directly pressed his fingers into the hilt of the sword.

The tough metal, tempered by magic, and the powerful legendary weapon, were kneaded in his hands like dough.

At that moment, everyone present seemed to hear a painful scream, and all thoughts of resistance and retaliation vanished in an instant.

Thor simply pulled upwards with a little force, and a sword blade with an emerald luster was drawn out, its surface shimmering with light and surging with powerful magical energy.

Dragons are naturally sensitive to wealth and possess the instinct to identify magical items, allowing Thor to recognize at a glance that this legendary weapon is imbued with three spells: flight, shapeshifting, and plant concealment.

The holder gains the ability to fly, transform into common biological forms, and can teleport using plants, making it a coveted artifact for forest rangers.

In addition, as a legendary weapon, its blade is incredibly sharp and almost never wears out, truly deserving of the name of the Holy Sword of the Elves.

Unfortunately, to unleash its full power, the wielder must be of the benevolent faction; otherwise, it is merely a longsword that is sharp enough.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Thor stretched out his left hand and, without hesitation, swung his longsword straight at his own arm.

A piercing clang rang out, and dazzling sparks flew everywhere. The expected scene of gushing blood did not occur; instead, a barely noticeable dent appeared on the blade.

In contrast, Thor's outstretched arm remained fair-skinned, without even a faint scratch.

This left him slightly disappointed. He had thought he had found a suitable weapon for his human form, but the holy sword couldn't even cut his own scales. In the end, it was just a pretty decoration.

Thor then casually tossed the legendary holy sword toward the moon elves below.

"This is what you brought into the underground labyrinth back then, isn't it? Elven artifacts don't just appear out of thin air in human territory."

"Keep this safe for me for now, and stay here. I'll come back to you after I've dealt with that madman Hylast.

As the calm words fell, Willow instinctively caught the longsword that fell from the sky. Looking at the clear pinch marks on the hilt and the dent in the blade, he was filled with astonishment, and a faint sadness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of his former lover.

Thor had no interest in learning about these melodramatic past events. He looked down at the green dragon at his feet and noticed that the gentle and peaceful look in its eyes had completely disappeared.

Indeed, the kindness and tranquility they had felt earlier were all due to the spiritual influence of the Holy Sword. Perhaps this green dragon had long been a puppet of the Holy Sword, and only now had its restraints broken.

But he still couldn't get the freedom he had been longing for. Thor was just missing a suitable mount to drive the green dragon deeper into the underground labyrinth.

The lower levels are inhabited by gray dwarves, stone giants, snake people, and other creatures, all of whom are commonplace and uninteresting to Thor. He recruits those he can, and kills those that are of no use.

Upon reaching the ninth level, Thor encountered a group of Norse monsters. These creatures possessed humanoid bodies, spines covered in bone spikes, and enormous single eyes on their faces, and were capable of communicating with each other remotely.

Their mouths were just too filthy, and their minds seemed to be filled with nothing but filth, as if they had studied in Zu'an.

Thor didn't hesitate to unleash a torrent of flames upon these foul-mouthed and powerless creatures, burning them all to ashes.

The tenth floor is inhabited by a large number of dark elves, as well as a mad mage apprentice who has been transformed into a half-human, half-scorpion form.

Having lost patience, the red dragon had no intention of lingering any longer and continued its journey downwards, casually eliminating a few arrogant insects that tried to block its way.

In subsequent floors, war lizardmen, minotaurs, and all sorts of constructs appeared. It's unclear how Hyrast managed to gather so many different kinds of monsters from various places.

Upon reaching the sixteenth level, Thor also saw the Githyanki. This level had been transformed into an orphanage by them, and the passageways even connected to starports outside the Prime Material Plane.

The seventeenth floor is inhabited by the Ghisyanki's nemesis—the Mind Flayer.

The temple of Shar is located on the eighteenth floor, where death knights roam.

The nineteenth floor is occupied by the Earth Giant and the Water Giant.

The twentieth floor is teeming with the undead, and even contains liches.

Although a few things along the way briefly piqued Thor's interest, he did not stop to explore and continued speeding forward.

The group descended at an astonishing speed. Before many of the monsters dwelling on each level could react, they had already reached the very bottom of the entire underground labyrinth—the Mad Mage's Nest.

Chapter 455 Dividing the Battlefield

Passing through the stone archway connecting the twenty-three floors, the surrounding environment suddenly changes drastically.

Ancient, heavy granite forms the ultimate space at the deepest part of this underground labyrinth. The towering dome is hidden in a hazy magical mist, and the spatial laws of the entire area are distorted and chaotic.

Therefore, the passage that appeared before Thor and his companions was of varying lengths and the surrounding temperature fluctuated irregularly, sometimes with biting cold waves and sometimes with scorching sulfurous heat waves.

Invisible magical runes floated in the air, and the moment Thor and his companions stepped into the area, the dormant restrictions were instantly triggered, and a hidden warning message quietly spread.

In addition, the walls on both sides are covered with eerie murals that never stop, playing back day after day the mad mage's journey through different planes over a thousand years, as well as countless forbidden and dark magical experiments.

These images were illogical and chaotically pieced together, with scenes shifting arbitrarily without warning, creating a disorienting and confusing spectacle. Some of the scenes were bloody, bizarre, and defied common sense, causing the accompanying powerful figures from the North to frown and feel uneasy.

Thor's gaze did not linger on the self-narrations of these mad mages. His molten gold vertical pupils lowered to gaze at the rock strata beneath his feet, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing four small, sharp fangs.

Relying on the power of the earth and fire, he clearly sensed that deep beneath this earth lay a vast lava vein.

Now things are simple. The red dragon never knocks politely and waits for its master to summon it; it only violently flips the roof and forces its opponent to submit and show itself with absolute power.

The youth, clad in a crimson-gold robe, slowly floated down from the top of the green dragon's head, his right foot slamming heavily onto the ground, instantly channeling a vast and boundless magical power deep into the earth.

The rock strata within a radius of several thousand meters trembled violently, and the entire massive underground city shook and rumbled slightly in response.

An unparalleled, terrifying force forcefully pierced through layers of magical restrictions and thick rock layers, precisely triggering the long-dormant, scorching magma deep underground.

A deep crack meandered from beneath his feet, stretching to the horizon, with surging, molten red lava flowing out like an overflowing spring.

A violent, scorching heatwave swept in all directions, instantly covering the entire passage ahead and rapidly spreading and expanding along the network of underground tunnels throughout the entire labyrinthine city.

Thor had no interest in playing a boring cat-and-mouse game with Hyrast in his lair.

As a top archmage who has lived for over a thousand years and is proficient in plane construction and spatial teleportation, no one knows how many hidden plane passages are hidden in this nest.

If the other party is determined to hide and evade capture, even if everyone searches to the utmost, it will be difficult to find them.

The most direct and effective way to deal with these rats that are good at hiding and escaping is to flood their nests with water, forcing them to show themselves.

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When Thor poured all his immense spiritual power into the surging magma, the originally viscous and scalding red lava instantly seemed to gain sentience and come alive.

Giant lava serpents, wreathed in flames and entwined with poisonous fire, emerged from the magma, methodically searching every corner of the labyrinthine city, guided by the scent of the lava.

Ahead of the passageway stood a magnificent welcoming hall. In the very center of the hall stood a towering statue of Harast, silently watching over every uninvited guest who ventured into this place.

Two paths branch off from the main hall: the left path leads to a private laboratory, where culture tanks filled with murky liquid are neatly arranged. A magical stagnant field confines the space, and various specimens of mutated flesh are quietly displayed inside.

To the right is the Golem Workshop, where the underground furnace fire burns eternally. Enchanting tables are cluttered with various rare materials, and semi-finished constructs made of clay, stone, and steel are arranged on both sides, ready to be awakened and sent to the battlefield at a single command.

But at this moment, all these creations, painstakingly crafted, were swallowed and submerged by the surging lava. Layers of defensive magic, under the extreme heat, burst forth with various colors of light, exploding and crackling incessantly, until finally their magic power was exhausted, and they shattered and became ineffective.

Some of the mutated flesh specimens that had not yet completely perished fell into the boiling magma the moment the stagnant force field shattered, emitting a series of mournful howls.

But none of this could stop the rampaging spread of lava. The crimson torrent swept across the entire area with unstoppable force, threatening to completely submerge and overturn the entire underground city.

Harrast, who had devoted his entire life to building and managing this underground city, would never tolerate the destruction of his millennia-old legacy.

As early as when Thor and his companions stepped into the first level of the labyrinth, the communication arrays that covered the entire underground had already reported the intruders' movements to him.

Having spent years in the twisted magical nodes of the labyrinth and half his life immersed in forbidden chaotic magic, Harast's mind has become insane and obsessive, but he is by no means a fool.

Putting aside the terrifying pressure emanating from that unfamiliar youth, the powerful figures accompanying him, such as Elasdra and Lyra, were among the top spellcasters in the Prime Material Plane. Their combined strength was far beyond what he could easily contend with.

Back when he and Elminster were trapped in hell, captured and tortured by the devil, it was Simb Silverhand who went deep into hell to rescue them. He knew all too well the terror of Silverfire.

If Thor and his companions had merely been looting and wandering around the Lost City, engaging in minor skirmishes, Hyrast would have simply pretended not to know and watched coldly from the sidelines.

But now that the other party has stirred up the earth's magma, intending to completely submerge his nest that has been rooted for thousands of years, it has completely crossed his bottom line. Even though he knows the road ahead is dangerous, he has no choice but to take action himself.

On the floating seat, the mad mage held the Skybreaker Scepter high, frantically pouring a continuous stream of magic power into the artifact. Brilliant bolts of lightning broke free of their restraints, roaming and exploding wildly in the void.

Thor, who was controlling the lava to engulf the city, and the group of powerful northerners around him, suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet tremble violently and the surrounding space begin to twist and become chaotic.

Although everyone was standing still and had not moved, the distance between them kept stretching and pulling, the world was upside down and disordered, and the whole space was like a broken jigsaw puzzle that had been randomly disassembled and pieced together.

Elasdra, Lyra, and the other top spellcasters reacted instantly with their high-level constant counterspells. Holy silver light burst forth from their bodies as they used silver fire to stabilize the chaotic space around them, protecting themselves and their companions from being separated by the spatial turbulence.

However, Thor, being a red dragon, has only ever devoted himself to studying the magic of polymorph.

This highly targeted spatial disorder power bypassed his innate magic resistance. He felt the light and shadows shift and the world turn upside down before his eyes. In an instant, his body was forcibly detached and he fell into an unfamiliar world.

Beneath my feet lay a desolate, lifeless, gray plain; above me, there were no sun, moon, or stars, only a narrow sky shimmering with a pale, faint light.

Relying on his deep connection with the magic network and the magical elements of heaven and earth, Thor clearly sensed that the origin of this plane was weak and the spatial barriers were extremely fragile.

To think that a mere independent demiplane can confine itself to this place is far too naive!

Chapter 456 Giant Construct

When faced with a united enemy, the first thing to do is naturally to separate them.

The space trembled slightly, and an old man dressed in a strange, colorful robe appeared out of thin air before Thor.

Although he was old, with a thick, messy beard and white hair, he was very strong, and his eyes sometimes showed clarity and sometimes a hint of undisguised madness.

He wears a robe of eyes, surrounded by numerous tiny demonic eyes in a 360-degree circle, capable of seeing through invisibility, reality and illusion, and discerning all disguises in the etheric realm.

Thor's shapeshifting ability could not escape this insight. Therefore, in Hyrast's eyes, the person in front of him was not human at all. Beneath his skin slept a world-destroying volcano, a supreme being that completely crushed all the true dragons of the prime material plane in terms of size, life level, and primordial authority.

So much so that the magic of the entire demiplane was intimidated by the oppressive aura emanating from Thor, as if it were trembling in fear and hastily fleeing into the distance.

"Interesting...so interesting!"

This made Hyrast chuckle softly, his tone carrying a hint of madness, yet also containing the extreme fervor of a researcher.

"You stormed into my dungeon, swept through all the creations on the twenty-three levels, uprooted Terrarulei, assimilated the entire forest ecosystem, and enslaved my monsters and dragons... You've come all the way to my doorstep, aren't you satisfied yet? What else do you want?"

Thor floated calmly in the void. This demiplane controlled by the mad mage might be an unsolvable prison in the eyes of others, but to him it was just a fragile spider web.

A faint light originating from the sun slowly emerged from his chest, and the authority of the sun and the elements transformed into rainbow light, rippling freely in all directions.

"Satisfied? What else do you want? A dragon's appetite is never satisfied. How can I stop until I've completely squeezed out every last bit of value from a despicable thief like you?"

"Is that so? Then let's see if you have the ability. I happen to lack a sufficiently powerful experimental subject, a miracle, a variable!"

Hyrast's laughter abruptly ceased, his manic eyes now filled only with cold inquiry and deep greed.

Without further probing, he gripped the explosive scepter in his hand and swung it forward with all his might. With a deafening roar, blue-purple lightning transformed into a torrent that instantly swept across the entire demiplane.

Faced with an offensive capable of annihilating an entire human army, Thor didn't even lift his eyelids, letting the lightning strike him.

The dazzling electric light traveled along the crimson-gold robe, ultimately making the robe's color even brighter and more eye-catching.

"A weak attack, not even enough to tickle me, is this all you've got?"

"Good resistance, how about we try this one then!"

A hint of amazement flashed in Hyrast's eyes. He swiftly made arcane hand gestures, and the magical eyes covering his robes opened all at once, locking onto Thor.

A pale green beam of light suddenly shot out from his fingertip; it was the ninth-ring spell, Great Disintegration, which was best at tearing apart all kinds of magical resistance.

A massive, solid rock suddenly rose from the ground, blocking Thor's path like a shield. Before the rock could be completely disintegrated by the disintegrating energy, it exploded, and a crimson-gold figure burst out from within.

"What makes you think I won't fight back, you old man!"

A simple straight punch was thrown out with tremendous force, causing the air in front of the fist to explode instantly, creating a large vacuum area.

The terrifying shockwave slammed into the magical barrier surrounding the mad mage, causing the barrier to twist and deform violently. Hyrast was sent flying into the distance like a fly being swatted away.

"Tsk! The human body is ultimately too weak; I couldn't kill him with a single punch. It seems I need a weapon."

Ripples spread through the void like water, and a large amount of metallic ore appeared out of thin air beneath his feet. Flames erupted, rapidly softening and shaping the ore. Thor reached out and grabbed the molten metal, solidifying it into a decapitation sword three meters long and as wide as a door.

The thin-looking boy casually swung the hastily forged weapon, leaving a series of afterimages, and a shrill whistling sound immediately filled the air.