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"Disgusting scum!"

A hoarse roar erupted from its mouth, and a golden light suddenly flashed across its pale pupils covered with mycelium. Then, the golden light burst forth, burning as fiercely as the sun.

Long after awakening from his slumber, perhaps because his own strength had crossed a certain threshold, Thor found that the bond between himself and his followers had become increasingly close and strong.

He can not only sense the location of all creatures tainted by the curse of the mad dragon, but also project a portion of his power onto his followers through some unseen bond.

The power originating from the sun poured down from a great distance, and thousands of golden rays suddenly shone from Viherzaku's body, which was covered with fungi and debris.

The sun can sow life and hope, but it can also bring devastating death.

Endless light and heat created a sweltering heatwave. All the fungi within sight illuminated by the golden light—whether wriggling mycelium on the ground, towering mushrooms, or various kinds of wood ear and lingzhi—rapidly turned black and carbonized, heading towards extinction.

In the blink of an eye, a golden, inviolable domain, over a hundred meters in diameter, formed around Viherzaku.

Even his ugly and terrifying body was inexplicably shrouded in a sacred aura.

Upon witnessing this scene, the spore servants hiding in the shadows emitted a series of strange, fragmented sounds, but instead of retreating, they continued to transmit messages through their mycelial network.

At this moment, the entire dark mushroom forest seemed to come alive. The mycelium on the ground writhed and swayed faster, and the towering caps swayed gently, as if countless eyes were secretly watching from all directions.

Thor frowned in displeasure; he loathed nothing more than these scoundrels who lurked in the shadows and wreaked havoc.

“You sneaky thing, come out here! I want to see who’s so bold as to dare to mess with my men.”

The hoarse roar echoed in the air, but only deathly silence answered Thor.

If you look closely, you can see that the fungi covering the ground, rock walls and dome are slowly wriggling, tentatively spreading towards the sunlit area, dying and adapting to the light as they go.

They were slowly but irresistibly sweeping towards Viherzaku's body once again.

This complete disregard fueled Thor's anger, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, this was ultimately just the body of a familiar. Viherzaku's own attributes and many of his abilities did not match, and he could not bear too much power. Otherwise, he would not have wasted a single word here.

He then deliberately withdrew the outward-spreading sunlight, and the mycelium on his body grew inward and contracted, enveloping his entire body into a huge golden egg.

With this kind of defense, Viherzaku can be protected from harm for a short time while waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

"When I drag you out of the abyss and burn you on the flames, I hope you will still resist silently, just like you are today."

As the calm words fell, the giant dragon, far away in the Crimson Flame Palace, slowly opened its molten gold eyes.

The displeasure surging in his heart transformed into blazing flames burning on Thor's body. He raised his giant claw and gently tapped the throne beneath him. A bright point of light drifted down from behind him and condensed into a bewitching woman draped in a light golden veil and adorned with exquisite jewelry.

Elytra, which are transformed from Starfeather Butterflies, are strange life forms that exist between elements and physical entities.

Normally, they can take the form of energy and attach themselves to the gaps in Thor's scales, absorbing his overflowing magic to grow. They will only condense into a physical form when needed.

Logically speaking, they should be very suitable servants, but insects themselves have limited intelligence, and given their short lifespan and naive mind, they can only carry out simple commands such as relaying messages.

"Go! Order Kassox to lead the Darkin Legion to an audience!"

Chapter 464 Creations of the Gods

The more powerful a demon is, the harder it is for it to set foot on the prime material plane. At the level of a demon lord, without a grand sacrificial ceremony, it is simply wishful thinking to descend upon it.

Therefore, Zul'Gurub's true form could never come to the Prime Material Plane; at most, it could only project a portion of its power here in the form of an avatar.

Thor did not intend to handle this personally. If he had to do everything himself, big or small, what use would his subordinates be?

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The elytra, transformed from the Star Feather Butterfly, was incredibly fast, even surpassing its former beetle form. With a slight tremor of its four crystal-clear wings, its entire body transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the distance in an instant.

Just as the elytra went to summon Kasos, Thor also planned to add an extra layer of insurance.

He drew his consciousness inward, focusing it on the depths of his own body.

Inside the fusion organ, a miniature sun, bound by gravity, is burning silently, with endless light and heat surging outward to bombard the outer heavy metal, further inducing a fission reaction.

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It is said that in the infinitely distant future, when all the stars in the universe have burned out, the only remaining matter in the world will be iron.

Heavy elements release energy through fission, while light elements release energy through fusion, and the dividing line between the two is iron-56.

All elements heavier than iron can release energy through fission; all elements lighter than iron can release energy through fusion. Only iron-56 needs to absorb energy from the outside world, whether it undergoes fusion or fission.

This is like a U-shaped canyon, with light elements at one end and heavy elements at the other. Energy is like rocks rolling down the canyon, echoing within it, while iron is the very bottom of the canyon.

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After Thor consumes various metallic minerals, some residues remain after the energy organs process them.

In the real world, this would be just ordinary iron, except that it contains a small amount of radioactive waste, making it somewhat dangerous.

But this is a diverse world filled with magic. This unique environment gives these materials special qualities, naturally attracting surrounding magic to converge upon them.

The enormous dragon slightly raised its head, its thick throat undulating, and spat out a piece of metal that still retained terrifying heat from its mouth.

The sun's power lingered over the iron block, and the fire element in the surrounding air frantically converged upon it. As time passed, instead of cooling down, the iron block's surface ignited with a layer of crimson-gold flames.

Even the obsidian floor tiles, which had been imbued with Thor's magic for a long time and whose texture was far superior to ordinary materials, could not withstand such terrifying high temperatures. They quickly turned red and softened, melting into a pool of boiling lava.

Seeing this wondrous sight, Thor nodded in satisfaction.

Indeed, as great as he was, even the residue extracted from his own body was a treasure beyond the reach of ordinary beings.

But that was still far from enough. Ripples spread through the void, and more and more precious metals emerged.

All the metal materials gathered in one place, suspended in mid-air by gravity and psionic manipulation; Thor continuously spewed out high-temperature breath, like a living furnace, constantly scorching and softening the metal, burning it until it was completely melted and merged into one.

Then, with a slight thought, the molten metal, which had been scorched white and shiny, slowly stretched and extended, as if it were placed into an invisible mold, gradually condensing into a giant sword more than ten meters long.

The entire longsword is crimson and gilded, with the guard resembling a blooming sun, and golden radiating patterns covering the broad blade.

Golden-red flames swirled and surged on the sword's body. Even from dozens of meters away, one could truly feel the terrifying heat emanating from it. A mere glance from an ordinary person would burn their eyes.

Compared to Thor's enormous body, this greatsword was no more than a small pencil sharpener.

With a couple of swings of his claws, golden-red flames spread like whips, engulfing everything in the world as if to burn it to ashes.

Just then, Kasos followed the elytra into the hall from outside, respectfully kneeling on one knee, his voice steady and loud.

"Your loyal blade has answered the call, and the legion is assembled, ready to await your command."

Thor leaned slightly from his throne and casually tossed the burning greatsword forward, sending it spinning and flying before it crashed heavily into the ground in front of Kasos.

“There is a bastard demon who doesn’t know his place and dares to extend his claws into my territory.”

Take the sword I gave you, sever its outstretched claws, and burn everything connected to it to ashes!

A fanatical glint flashed in Kasos's eyes. Born for war, he reached out and gripped the hilt of his sword, loudly accepting the command.

"I will obey your will, great Dragon Lord, and will never let you down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burning pain came from his palm. Even with Kasos's own fire resistance, he was still unable to bear the burn.

The latent magic and dragon-attribute energy within him surged and boiled as if ignited, with golden-red flames slowly spreading outwards along the greatsword, eventually enveloping his entire body.

It's as if the lake water evaporates and transforms into clouds, constantly expanding in volume.

His strength, speed, and energy output all experienced a qualitative leap at this moment, but the corresponding energy consumption also became incredibly terrifying.

This is no ordinary magical weapon; it can be considered a divine creation. Even if placed in the entire material plane, it would be worthy of being praised by future generations.

At this moment, Kasos once again truly felt the power of the Dragon Lord, and only regretted his own weakness, which made him unable to shoulder this expectation.

After leaving the main hall, he immediately summoned dwarven craftsmen and a group of mages to carefully wrap the greatsword with ashes velvet, use a stone coffin carved from obsidian as a scabbard, and engrave dense fireproof and heat-insulating runes inside and outside the scabbard. He then carried it firmly on his back with thick iron chains.

He then summoned the already assembled legion, a group of giants with an average height of over ten meters, who took flight and transformed into a blazing cloud of fire, hurtling toward the coordinates imprinted in his mind.

They forcefully stormed into the Dark Territory, completely ignoring the intricate underground tunnels. Relying solely on brute force and their innate magical talent, they split mountains and shattered rocks, eliminating all who dared to obstruct their path, and charged straight into the depths of the underground.

Countless natives of the Darklands were peacefully residing in their lairs when the rock above them suddenly cracked open, and howling flames swept down, turning the entire cave into a sea of ​​fire. The army sped away in an instant, leaving behind only charred remains scattered everywhere.

The hard rock layer, tens of kilometers thick, was forcibly broken through in a short time.

That magnificent yet eerie fungal forest had now completely enveloped the golden giant egg that Viherzaku had transformed into, relentlessly eroding and corroding it, attempting to drag it into the abyss.

At that very moment, a violent explosion resounded, and meteors and debris rained down from the sky like a landslide. Rolling flames cascaded down like a waterfall, engulfing an area of ​​several thousand meters in a sea of ​​crimson fire.

The scorching heat incinerated everything, and countless giant mushrooms and fungi exploded with crisp crackling sounds. The moisture inside them instantly evaporated into scalding steam, and billowing black smoke spread in all directions.

A majestic and chilling voice rang out, echoing throughout the entire massive cavern like a thunderclap.

"In the name of the Red Emperor, all who defy him shall be reduced to ashes!!"

Chapter 465 Fungal Servants

High-temperature flames are the simplest and most direct way to release energy, but also one of the most destructive methods in the world.

As the wave of flames descended from the sky, the entire mushroom forest trembled violently, like a slug pierced by a red-hot iron needle.

The fungal carpet covering the earth came to life at this moment, retreating continuously like a colorful wave stacked up layer by layer, building a high circular wall, leaving a large open area in the center.

Even the mycelium wrapped around Viherzaku was forced to retreat, and the golden giant egg reappeared, slowly blooming outwards.

From those eyes that shimmered with dazzling golden light, one could tell that Thor's consciousness had returned. He raised his ferocious head, looked around, and a wanton smile appeared on his lips.

"The polarity has reversed. Let's see who the prey is this time!"

Kill them all! Don't let a single living creature escape!

"Yes! I will obey your command!"

The Darkborn surrounding them responded in unison with a loud shout, their wings fluttering as they transformed into streaks of fire and meteors that scattered in all directions.

Fireworks burst forth on their bodies like fireworks, exploding into fireballs upon landing and creating endless waves of flame.

The entire fungal forest had already become restless under the sweeping high temperature, with mycelia wriggling and contracting, and caps shaking violently.

Numerous aberrant fungal servants and fungal bridesmaids, hidden deep within the fungal layer, continuously emerge from the stacked fungal walls.

The former are puppet servants transformed from humanoid beings infected by fungi. They retain some of their abilities from their previous lives, but lack independent reason and are fearless in the face of death.

The latter is a sentient being, similar to a fungus-man, that was brought to life by Zul'gamoi himself.

They generally maintain a humanoid outline, but their bodies lack ordinary skin, instead featuring layers of caps and leathery mats, with deep purple, azure, or fluorescent yellowish-green hyphae floating behind their heads.

On its smooth face, all facial features have melted away, leaving only empty holes symbolizing eyes, ears, nose, and mouth; the plate-like mushrooms that entwine its body resemble a magnificent gown, hence the name "bridesmaid".

Dense clouds of spores swirled around the monsters, their decaying aura flickering faintly, and a yellowish-green mist crashed head-on into the firelight erupting from the Darkin.

This is a terrifying force capable of destroying a city-state; if it were to appear in Deepwater Harbor, it would inevitably cause heavy casualties.

However, the high temperature of the flames naturally overcomes all filth. The moment the two collide, the raging flames instantly devour the mist formed by the spores with an absolute advantage.

A series of crackling explosions followed, and thick smoke billowed upwards. The towering Darkin brandished his spear and heavy axe, and swarms of fungal minions fell like harvested wheat.

The power of the Red Emperor is flowing continuously into Viherzaku's body through the psionic link, causing a qualitative leap in the fungal and decay abilities he controls.

Strands of crimson fungus spread outward from under his claws, completely unafraid of the surging heat around him, crawling towards his fallen fungal servants.

Once the red fungus touches their charred bodies, it quickly burrows into the wounds and orifices, relentlessly seizing and devouring the nutrients within the body.

The remaining fragmented souls were also devoured and absorbed by Thor through the psionic link, transforming into the ever-increasing essence balance in his mind.

The roles of hunter and prey are never fixed; they depend solely on who is more skilled.

Since Zul'Gurub is attempting to devour its own minions, Thor can naturally do the same, causing Viherzaku to devour the power it projected onto the Material Plane.

One after another, dark red figures charged forward like sharp knives, breaking through the waves of fungal servants in an instant, and rushing straight towards the colorful fungal walls all around.

At this moment, the walls formed by countless fungi have grown a hard outer shell on their surface. Under the scorching heat of the flames, the shells are constantly charred and peeling off, yet new ones are constantly being regenerated, and the walls remain standing.

Thick mycelia, resembling tentacles, stretched outward from the wall, whipping through the air at speeds exceeding the speed of sound, creating a continuous, crisp crackling sound.

From a high altitude, the entire circular wall resembles a highly venomous caterpillar with its head and tail joined together.

The enormous body brought terrifying power, and the tentacles, which were several meters or even tens of meters thick, swung down fiercely. Even the Darkin under Thor's command had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

A violent tearing sound suddenly rang out, and countless gaps like giant mouths opened up on the circular high wall, from which giant beasts tens of meters tall stepped out.

They have no fixed shape and are formed purely by the random aggregation of fungi. Their faces do not have facial features, but only a round, raised cavity.