Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

It is said that before being sent as a slave to the Red Emperor's territory, old Lyren was also a carpenter in a small town.

Back then, he had to take on more than three times the workload he does now, yet he still couldn't guarantee that he could fill his stomach every day.

This was something that Leren could never understand. If there was plenty of work, it meant the business was thriving, and a thriving business should have brought in a lot of profits, so why was he still suffering from hunger?

This thought did not deter him from venturing out; on the contrary, it made him even more eager to leave his homeland and see for himself how those city-states built by other humans and forces differed from this place.

As his thoughts wandered, a deep weariness slowly crept over him. In a hazy, dreamlike state, a blinding red light appeared before his eyes.

A woman of stunning beauty and elegant bearing walked slowly into the house from outside the wall.

In Leiren's eyes, she was so beautiful that she was almost the embodiment of a goddess of pleasure. A soft laugh rang out, instantly capturing his entire heart.

At this moment, all reason vanished, and the body was completely dominated by instinct, unable to perceive the slightest danger.

A slight tingling pain came from my chest, followed by a wave of dizziness, and I fell into a deep sleep.

That night, the same scene played out repeatedly throughout the northern lands. Everyone who experienced it woke up the next day to find a tiny, almost imperceptible wound on their body.

At the same time, they felt listless and exhausted, without the comfort of a good night's sleep, as if they had just finished a heavy labor.

A legend about the Fairy of Pleasure began to circulate.

Some people are terrified of this, while many others are indifferent. There are even a group of fanatics who, after experiencing it firsthand, become fascinated by those beautiful figures and actively seek them out.

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Elytraflies darted and flew across the northern lands. After their bodies were transformed into elements, there was almost no wind resistance, allowing them to soar through the sky at near supersonic speeds.

They would pause briefly in every town and village they passed through, lightly tapping the young, strong creatures with their slender rapiers to absorb a small amount of life energy before speeding away again.

Such an unusual phenomenon naturally alarmed many local powerhouses, but when they sensed the strong aura belonging to the Red Emperor on the fairy's body, they all chose to stand by and watch, not daring to step forward to interfere.

Some vampires who also hunt and forage under the cover of night accidentally stumbled upon this group of strange "kindred spirits," and their eyes were filled with confusion.

They don't need to drink blood; they just plunder life energy. What are they doing?

Some vampires, coveting the beauty of the elytra and sensing the remarkable power emanating from them, attempted to approach them to make friends, only to be met with contemptuous glances and fierce attacks.

It should be noted that these fairies are born from lava elements deep within magma, and they naturally harbor aversion and hatred towards vampires who are surrounded by cold, deathly aura and negative energy.

A crimson figure flashed past, a slender rapier piercing straight into the vampire's heart. Flames burned away the decaying death energy, completely devouring the life energy within the vampire's body.

After they realized that this allowed them to obtain a large amount of life energy at once, they began to actively hunt down the vampires they encountered on the road.

These vampires are not subjects of the great dragon lord and are not under his protection. Hunting them would not only provide a good meal but also eliminate a group of foragers vying for the same ecological niche—why not?

As the saying goes, those in the same trade are bound to be enemies.

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The elytra traveled across the vast land, constantly absorbing mysterious energy. After about ten days, the first batch of elves who had absorbed enough energy began to return one after another.

Their eyes, which were originally as bright as rubies, now seemed to ripple with a rich, blood-red light, and their fair skin was also covered with a faint blush.

Upon returning to Mount Doom, a large number of elytra flew deep into the magma to collect molten liquid gold and various gemstones and ores.

Using the inherent qualities of lava elements, they continuously shaped these materials, creating a giant golden cup with a diameter of over five meters.

The cup is inlaid with dazzling gemstones, and its cavity is wide enough to be used as a swimming pool.

The first elytra spirit to return landed lightly on the rim of the cup, raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair behind her ear, and slightly parted her lips, letting drops of bloody liquid drip down her red lips.

This is the life energy they absorbed, mixed with their own magic, and condensed into a slurry after a peculiar transformation.

The whole process is like a bee swallowing nectar, which is then transformed and fermented before being expelled as honey.

Coleoptera also retain this insect-like instinct, converting excess energy into nutrients that can be stored for a long time.

As more and more elytra returned, the crimson liquid inside the golden cup continued to rise, shimmering and rippling, filled with a rich and vibrant life force, as if just a whiff of it could cure all diseases, and a single drop could grant a thousand years of longevity.

This is already an extremely rare and precious medicine. Even in the entire prime material plane, or even the vast multiverse, it can be considered a top-tier treasure.

When all the elytra returned, the golden goblet was already half full of liquid.

A group of alluring and charming fairies let out joyful laughter, joined forces to lift the heavy golden goblet, and flew towards the Crimson Flame Palace.

They were to offer the great dragon lord a bottle of wine from the fairies.

Chapter 473 A Profitable Business

Thor gently rotated his dragon claw, gazing at the shimmering liquid in the golden goblet, and a rich, vibrant life force surged forth.

He hadn't expected that these elytra spirits, after absorbing their life energy, would actually give it back to their master, which was quite similar to the Netherworld Dragon.

The strange creature that dwells underground also releases gnawing insects, which plunder the life essence of other living beings and then return it to itself as food for survival.

Unlike the Abyss Dragon, which relies on this life energy to survive, Thor does not have this essential need for survival.

But this does not mean that this life energy is useless to him. The abundant life source can nourish the body and prolong life, adding another step to his already long lifespan that seems to have no end.

Simply drinking it directly is rather bland; it needs to be mixed with a strong liquor.

Thor gently tapped the throne beneath him, and immediately dragon-blooded kobolds carrying enormous wine barrels rushed in from outside the palace.

The lid of the barrel, made of Jungyun wood, was lifted, revealing a barrel filled with a thick, dark red liquid, its surface shimmering with faint flames.

This is a lava spirit brewed by the dwarves under Thor's command, using ingredients unique to their territory, such as nitrifying fungus, deep roots, fire pepper, rock fruit, barley, and energy crystals.

This liquor not only has an extremely high alcohol content, but it also contains a strong element of fire. If an ordinary person only takes a sip, their stomach and intestines will be burned by the flames.

Even among his dwarven followers, only those dwarves who had been deeply tainted by the curse of the mad dragon and the magical field, whose skin had been hardened like obsidian and whose hair and beard had turned into crimson copper threads, and who had completed a complete transformation, dared to drink it in small amounts.

While the dwarves are renowned for their winemaking and forging skills, they rarely use mainstream grapes as their winemaking ingredients.

Perhaps the height of the grapevines is not conducive to their height?

This somewhat far-fetched thought flashed through his mind, and Thor immediately poured a large amount of lava liquor into the golden goblet in his claws.

The strong liquor and liquid life energy mingled and interacted, creating a unique aroma that rose slowly.

The aroma of the wine is intense and vibrant, brimming with the breath of life. Just a light sniff is enough to make you feel as if the morning sun is slowly rising in your mind.

When the glass was filled to eight-tenths full, Saul raised the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

A wonderful taste explodes on the tip of the tongue, and a warm current flows down the throat and into the stomach, circulating and permeating the limbs and bones.

It felt as if countless invisible hands were gently caressing every muscle in my body, and an ultimate sense of relaxation arose from the bottom of my heart, making me feel lazy and unwilling to move.

Even though it was the life energy of thousands upon thousands of living beings combined, it was still not considered very large for this dragon, which was over two hundred meters long, had many monster templates, and had a noble bloodline.

Thor did not perceive any increase in his strength; only the thickness of his life essence had become slightly richer.

If you drink a cup every few days, over time, you might see a noticeable change.

The most important function of this liquid is still to extend lifespan.

As the earliest being to coexist with gnawing insects, the Nether Abyss Dragon has existed since ancient times. After being defeated by the Primal Silver Dragon, it went into hibernation for decades or even centuries.

Its lifespan is thus unimaginably long; if no external force destroys it, it may even survive until the end of time, thanks to the continuous replenishment of its life energy.

This surpasses even the true dragons native to this world.

After all, in this world, although true dragons are naturally noble magical beings, their lifespan still has a definite upper limit.

The lifespan of the five-colored dragons is relatively short, while that of the metal dragons is much longer; the shortest-lived white dragon lives for about two thousand years, while the longest-lived gold dragon can live for more than four thousand four hundred years.

If a dragon's strength has not reached a certain level before this, its body will gradually decline, its physical condition will deteriorate year by year, and it will eventually fall into an eternal slumber.

Of course, there are ways to avoid this outcome: transform into a dragon lich, merge with the mountains and ley lines to become a dragon guardian, receive divine blessings, advance to dragon ascension, complete echo convergence, and so on.

There seem to be many viable paths, but they either come with unbearable and severe side effects or have extremely demanding conditions for being achieved. In comparison, the risks posed by parasitic parasites are relatively minor.

If one can continuously obtain life energy, then one is similar to a living vampire. Although one may not achieve absolute immortality, it is enough to greatly extend one's lifespan.

It is well known that the longer a true dragon lives, the more powerful it becomes.

If one can rely on a massive supply of life energy to maintain a stable physiological state at adulthood or prime, preventing the body from decaying with age, and continuously accumulating magic and wisdom over time, even the most dull-witted white dragon would have a great chance to cross the threshold of legend.

Saul believes this approach is entirely feasible.

In the future, this liquid life energy can be diluted with strong liquor, with a portion given as a reward to loyal subordinates and the other portion used to exchange for rare resources, such as soul coins from the Nine Hells.

Demons and devils are personifications of the will of a plane, and they are not bound by a natural lifespan. However, other humanoid beings that roam the abyss and hell are not like that.

Faced with such a life-extending treasure with negligible side effects, they would certainly be willing to exchange it for a large amount of soul currency.

The cost that Thor has to pay, while seemingly significant, is not actually so.

The noble dragon flows with life energy, and so does the lowly goblin; pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, fish, insects, birds, and beasts—all things in the world are surprisingly fair in this respect.

However, the same thing can have vastly different values ​​depending on the creature it falls into, just like the lifespan of a poor person in one day versus the lifespan of a world-rich person in one day.

If the conversion between the two can be completed, a huge and considerable price difference can be extracted from it.

As for the supply of life energy, Thor was not worried. Although the output of individual humanoid beings was meager, his territory also housed a large number of giant beasts.

Bighorn bulls, woolly mammoths, ceratopsians, carnotaurus... they were originally bred as livestock, so their huge size and vigorous vitality meant that losing a little lifespan was not a big deal.

This is another highly profitable deal, and the returns it can bring may even exceed the gold production capacity of the Kulve Taroth.

After all, while gold is a universally accepted general equivalent, some races still do not recognize it; only life energy and soul are the true hard currency that prevails throughout the multiverse.

Simply by spreading the word, without him actively peddling the goods, the line of buyers would stretch from one end of the northern lands to the other.

Chapter 474 Deformity and Stillbirth

A deep-seated, instinctive thirst for wealth caused dozens, even hundreds, of ideas to quickly surface in Thor's mind about profiting from life energy.

This made him extremely satisfied with the group of elytra, and he praised them generously.

The fairies flying around Thor immediately burst into clear, bell-like laughter, their veils swirling and fluttering, their jewels gleaming, exuding an indescribable air of nobility and allure.

If it were an ordinary mortal, they would probably be completely captivated by this beautiful scene at this moment.

With his powerful mental strength and energy perception, Thor could easily see through this facade and remain oblivious to the seemingly ethereal scenery. In his eyes, there were only clusters of light formed from the condensation of elements and magic, like a swarm of hardworking bees.

That said, even though there are hundreds or thousands of these elytra, they are still a small number in the vast northern lands.

Collecting enough blood wine to fill a cup with mixed life energy often takes months, or even up to half a year. Such meager output is barely enough for the territory's own use, let alone for sale to others.

Can their population continue to expand? Will it rely on natural reproduction, or will it need to be further extracted?

The moment this question flashed through Thor's mind, the countless fairies flying around him sensed it and gathered together, forming a huge circle in front of him.

Tiny specks of light slowly emerged from their chests, like countless fireflies drifting in the sky, constantly converging towards the center of the circle.

When hundreds and thousands of points of light merged and condensed into a bright and dazzling ball of light, the ball of light then slowly stretched and extended, and actually condensed into a brand new elytra spirit.

The newborn was rather small, only a little over a foot tall, with jade-like skin tinged with a faint crimson hue. It was completely naked, and its eyes were full of ignorance and confusion.

Thor had never expected them to reproduce in this way, but after a little thought, he found it to be quite reasonable.

The fairies of this world were born among the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees, formed from the condensation of magic and the essence of nature.

When they wish to expand their race, they can perform a celestial ritual, infusing their magic into plants, rocks, or springs to give birth to new members of their kind.

Alternatively, powerful high-ranking fairies can guide wandering souls in the world and reshape them into fairies of their own kind through rituals.

Of course, they can also combine with humanoid beings like humans, but the offspring born from such unions will only be mortals with fairy blood.

At this moment, the elytra spirits were performing a ritual similar to that of immortals, where each individual contributed a wisp of their soul, life energy, and magic to create a new member of their kind.

This will temporarily weaken each elytra participating in the ritual, but thanks to the large population, they will recover quickly. As long as the ritual is not performed too frequently, it will not harm the very foundation of the race.

Even when the population expands to a certain point, a massive amount of homogeneous magic power accumulates together to transform the surrounding environment, and new elytra will naturally be born between heaven and earth.

However, that's something that will happen a long time from now, and it's unlikely to happen in the short term.

After the group of slightly tired fairies turned into specks of light and retreated into the gaps in Thor's scales to rest, he also strode out of the main hall of the Crimson Flame Palace.

After a long time, Thor decided to go back to the small plane he occupied.

After placing the white dragon egg, Thor successively sent the remaining red, blue, green, and black dragon eggs into the plane, assigning kobolds from the dragon veins to guard them and providing the best possible incubation conditions.

Based on the time flow rates of the primary material plane and the smaller planes, these dragon eggs should have already hatched, but it is unknown what their survival rate will be and how much of their abilities they will inherit.