Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

But Thor paid no attention to this, only exhaling two hot breaths from his nostrils.

Then, he lightly tapped the turntable in his mind, and a large amount of dragon crystals, radiant dragon stones, and dragon vein carbon instantly appeared on his claws. He stuffed these things into his mouth and chewed them like candy.

The various crystals fell into his stomach, which was like an elemental furnace, and immediately began to disintegrate rapidly, releasing enormous energy that quickly replenished the energy he had consumed with his previous powerful breath attack.

The attacks from all sides paused for only a moment before intensifying.

After discovering that ordinary arrows and magic were completely ineffective, the drow elves immediately mobilized their massive siege machinery.

Some priests and sorcerers also gathered together, standing in a spiderweb-like formation, their sharp chants overlapping and intertwining, like an eerie symphony echoing through the cave.

The priestess at the center raised her bone staff high, the black gem at the top of the staff shimmering with a faint purple light.

As their breathing synchronized and their incantations began to resonate, magic, like spider silk, bound their souls together, drawing their individual magical power from their bodies and twisting it into a chilling, raging torrent.

As the priestess slammed her staff down and uttered the final incantation, all her magical power suddenly contracted, condensing into a spinning dark purple orb, churning with abyssal shadows and spider-shaped runes.

The next second, the magic bead exploded, and a shadowy spider web covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet spread out out of thin air. The web was glowing with a highly poisonous fluorescence, and everything it touched was corroded by negative energy and entangled by the spider web. The air was filled with a strange aura of datura and decaying flowers.

Beneath this enormous spider web, Thor's nearly 17-meter-long body appeared as small as an insect. If one were trapped within it, even if one were to eventually break free, it would likely take considerable effort.

However, he was not a wooden stake that could not move. The moment he sensed that cold magic, his strong limbs suddenly pushed off the castle that was melting like ice cream, his wide wings spread out, and his whole body took off into the air again. Then he took a deep breath.

He swallowed a large amount of air at that moment, causing his chest and abdomen to bulge high, looking like a lava ball about to explode.

The undigested energy crystals, mixed with the magic power within the body, suddenly erupted, initially just five fireballs the size of footballs, but in the blink of an eye, they transformed into miniature suns with a diameter of over three meters.

The rockburst projectile, imbued with the dual magic of fire and earth, shot out in a star-shaped arc and struck the very center of the Shadow Spider Web.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion instantly resounded throughout the surroundings, and a blinding light tore through the darkness, causing countless underground creatures to painfully cover their eyes.

The powerful shockwaves echoed throughout the cave, and even though the city run by the drow elves had been equipped with a lot of sound-absorbing barriers, the constantly reflecting loud noises seemed to pierce people's eardrums.

Some of the more fragile stalactites could no longer withstand the pressure and fell from the ceiling, causing widespread death and injury.

The center of the enormous shadow spider web was also torn open, creating a hole hundreds of meters in diameter. Unable to maintain its original shape, it vanished into the air with a roar.

The recoil even traveled back, causing many weaker male drow mages to clutch their heads in pain, with bright red blood seeping from their mouths.

"That overconfident scum dares to dream of catching a real dragon! It's just wishful thinking!"

The arrogant dragon roar drowned out the aftershocks of the explosion, and just then, Thor's keen hearing caught the sound of the springs turning.

On the outermost ring of pointed castles of the Drow city, large crossbows made of black steel and reinforced with spider silk were being rapidly repositioned by goblins and dwarf slaves.

The bowstring, also woven from spider silk, was already drawn back on the giant crossbow, with a massive arrow, as long as a spear, lying horizontally on it, its black crystal-like arrowhead gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

This is the Shadow Giant Ballista, with a precise range of over 1 kilometer, and it also features spell marking and automatic enemy locking.

The arrow, crafted from refined gold, possesses exceptional armor-piercing capabilities. The layer of shadow crystal covering its surface explodes violently upon impact, releasing a massive amount of dark energy that continuously corrodes the target's armor.

This weapon was clearly created to deal with giant creatures; if it were hit, even an adult dragon might suffer serious injury.

If Thor had been entangled in the Shadow Spider Web and unable to escape for the time being, he would have faced a barrage of fire from these Shadow Giant Ballistae.

Even if he successfully takes off now, it doesn't mean he's safe. Although he's quite confident in his defenses, he wouldn't be foolish enough to try and take on such a large siege weapon head-on.

High-frequency sound waves continuously emanated from his open mouth, while his bat-wing-like external ears on either side of his head fluttered gently. Thor was using his echolocation ability to its fullest extent at this moment.

Boom——! !

A thunderous bowstring suddenly rang out, and dark shadows shot into the sky, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing shriek.

Faced with giant crossbow bolts coming from all directions, Thor's massive body displayed extraordinary agility at this moment, with numerous small muscle groups and bones on his wings frequently stretching and maneuvering to dodge.

Even so, he still couldn't dodge two crossbow bolts, one of which shot straight into his chest, and the other pierced his abdomen from below.

At this moment, the high-speed reflexes inherent in the Swift Dragon monster template came into play. Once these enormous arrows escaped the darkness brought by the spell and entered the range of the flames surrounding him, they could no longer escape those pupils that were like molten gold.

The electrical signals surging through his nerves were now almost transforming into tangible lightning, causing his claws to snap shut, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, as he firmly gripped the crossbow bolt aimed at his chest in his palms.

At the same time, his long tail lashed out, drawing a scorching white arc in the air, striking another crossbow bolt squarely in the middle and sending it flying with a violent metallic thud.

This city, capable of housing ten thousand drow elves, can already be called a great city.

After all, the Underdark is already resource-scarce, and this race has a low birth rate. It is also full of conspiracies, betrayals and assassinations, so very few can live to adulthood.

Its corresponding city defense system, and the countermeasures set up over the long years to deal with various threats, actually made Saul feel somewhat troubled for a while.

He glanced at the huge crossbow bolt in his claws, which had turned crimson red from the high-speed friction, then suddenly folded his broad wings and swooped down.

Chapter 146 Shadow Dragon

Being high in the sky is always a place of both advantages and disadvantages—while gaining greater mobility and a wider attack range, it also makes one an easy target.

Taking advantage of the lull between the reloading of the Shadow Ballistae, Thor, trailing a long trail of flame, once again slammed into the drow city below.

This time he did not land, but maintained a low-altitude flight attitude, shuttling at high speed between the spiral castles.

While using these colossal structures to block the combined spells and heavy machinery attacks of the drow elves, they also spewed out surging rivers of fire, leaving terrifying trails of burning flames behind them.

The power of true dragons lies not only in their exaggerated physical attributes and terrifying breath weapons, but also in the wisdom, magic, and mobility far exceeding that of ordinary creatures accumulated over countless years.

Due to his age, Thor's mastery of various spells naturally cannot compare with that of the drow elves who have lived for hundreds of years.

However, his wingspan, which far exceeds that of an ordinary red dragon, grants him exceptional mobility. Coupled with the continuous breath supported by immense magical power, he is just like a terrifying bomber, unleashing pure destructive force.

A terrifying breath of fire enveloped the entire castle and the surrounding streets.

The spherical rock bursts fell, instantly obliterating the surrounding buildings and the enemies inside.

Combined with the heat rays that resembled a divine punishment sword, a single sweep severed a giant shadow ballista mounted on the outer castle, along with the castle's tip, sending it tumbling to the ground with a deafening roar.

Ordinary drow elves are not even worthy of Thor's direct gaze; those laughable arrows and scimitars cannot even scratch his scales.

Even the most powerful drow priests are no match for Thor on their own. When they try to unite and cast a spell together, they either become immobile targets or Thor has already gone far away.

The rampant destruction made Thor feel his blood boiling, surrounded by deafening explosions, piercing screams, and curses.

Teams of Drow mages followed him frantically, trying to extinguish the flames, but it was all in vain. Before long, most of the city was engulfed in flames.

…………

Arachne stood on the balcony atop the Spider Queen's Temple, gazing at the burning city before her, feeling as if her heart was bleeding.

Her cold gaze followed the red dragon raging over the city, wishing she could skin it alive, yet she was powerless to stop it.

For some reason, this damned monster not only has exceptionally tough scales, but also astonishingly high resistance to magic and immunity to mental attacks.

If an ordinary red dragon dared to step into the city of the drow elves like he did, it would have long been bewitched by magic, entangled in spider webs, its flames extinguished by darkness, and ultimately become yet another of her collectibles.

However, this guy was not only completely unaffected by mind magic, but also possessed an astonishing amount of magical power. Even under the cover of a large shadow domain, he was still able to continuously release flames, which was truly against common sense.

She knew she couldn't let things continue like this; those useless people outside were no match for this strange red dragon.

As she slowly lowered her raised staff, the darkness that enveloped the entire cave seemed to recede like a drawn curtain, shrinking back to the tip of the staff.

A pale purple, malevolent light shone on Arachne once more. Her cold gaze swept over the many priests behind her, and she pointed a finger.

The drow elf pointed at immediately showed a look of terror on its face, and its silky black skin began to melt, turning into puddles of writhing flesh amidst a shrill scream.

The abyss rift opened, and clumps of evil consciousness were projected out, burrowing into the remaining flesh and mud on the ground, transforming into countless indeterminate figures.

The once noble Drow elf has become a sacrifice offered to the Wax Melting Demon in an instant.

These handmaids of the Abyss Spider Queen are not only immune to venom, lightning, acid, and mind magic, but also possess extremely high resistance to ice and fire, making them one of the best choices for dealing with the red dragon.

But even with these dozen or so Wax-Melting Demons, it was still not enough; she needed more powerful subordinates to entangle that monster.

A shadowy figure flashed by, and Arachni disappeared from the temple balcony with the Waxmelt Fairy she had just summoned. When she reappeared, she was in a deep cave.

This place was not carved out, but rather a different space forcibly folded out from between the void and the rock.

The entire palace has an irregular spiderweb-like dome, and the four walls are made of obsidian and abyssal wax stone that are permeated with negative energy. Light is swallowed up when it shines on it, and even the dust floats slowly and lifelessly.

A shadow dragon, over 20 meters long, was fixed in place by eight dark spider silk talisman nails that pierced through space—piercing the dragon's shoulder bone, wing root, spine, and tail vertebrae from eight directions, suspending it halfway in the darkness three zhang above the ground.

The Shadow Dragon's wings were forcibly spread, its wing membranes pierced by runes, making it impossible to fold them back or escape into the shadow plane.

His mouth was tightly bound by a mithril bridle, engraved with the "Forbidden Roar" rune, locking away dragon breath, dragon roar, and teleportation spells.

His eyes were covered by a flowing layer of dark wax film—the primal power of the Wax Melting Demon, which sealed his shadow-遁 (shadow-遁 is a type of magical ability) and intimidating gaze.

The dragon scales were originally pure darkness, but now they were somewhat dull and grayish, as if their life force was being drained away little by little.

Sensing the vibration in the air, the bound shadow dragon immediately began to struggle wildly, its immense force causing the entire space to shake, and the adamantine chains on its mouth rattled loudly.

Arachne slammed her scepter to the ground, a flash of light appeared, and dark purple electricity instantly spread across the Shadow Dragon's entire body, causing him to let out a painful howl.

A kind of reversal ritual was activated, and the shadow behemoth's body twisted involuntarily, its scales fell off, its claws and teeth retracted, and its wings and tail retracted into its body, eventually transforming into a naked male drow elf.

Arachne walked slowly forward, stretched out her bare foot, lifted the male drow's drooping head, and said in a charming manner.

"After all these years, you still haven't learned your lesson."

Why resist, Kirasin? Haven't we given you enough pleasure? If you just behave, you won't have to endure this pain and can experience heavenly pleasures at all times.

The drow elf, transformed from the shadow dragon, had a fierce glint in its crimson eyes, as if it wanted nothing more than to tear the damned creature before it to shreds.

However, the ubiquitous seals within his body, along with the long-term exploitation and damage to his very essence, made it incredibly difficult for him to even move a single finger.

"Damn you lowly bastards, once I'm free, I'll crush you all into dust!"

These resentful words made Arachne's expression turn cold, and she ruthlessly stomped on his face, brutally trampling on it.

But in an instant, the expression on her face melted away like ice and snow, transforming once again into a blooming poppy.

"Since you're unwilling, I won't force you. Before I leave, please ask you and your child to do me one last favor!"

I've set my sights on a new, true dragon. He's more majestic and stronger than you, and he'll surely produce healthier babies.

Chapter 147 Fierce Battle

"Roar! Flee! And then be utterly annihilated!"

Endless flames spewed from Thor's mouth, each breath ending the lives of at least a dozen people.

The constant flashing notifications of his essence growth were so dense they were like a screen being refreshed. Since he entered the Drow Elf city, his essence had increased by nearly a thousand points.

Painful wails echoed throughout the city. The heavy darkness that had enveloped the entire cave seemed to be torn apart by the surging fire element, and suddenly vanished without a trace.

As his vision cleared again and the attacks around him gradually subsided, Thor took the opportunity to land on top of a surviving spiral castle. While stuffing energy food into his mouth to replenish his energy, he cautiously scanned his surroundings.

He knew in his heart that such a big commotion would never destroy the city that the Drow elves had spent hundreds or even thousands of years building.

It could even be said that the vast majority of lives did not perish under his attack, but instead hid in various concealed underground tunnels and cellars.

As creatures that have long inhabited the Darklands, an environment filled with intrigue and assassination, their combat abilities may not be top-notch, but their ability to escape is absolutely first-rate.

So, is this a sign that they have exhausted all options and are planning to give up resistance in order to minimize their losses?

Or are they secretly plotting some ruthless scheme to deliver a fatal blow?

Unless Lolth herself descends, Thor shows no fear, even when facing a legendary powerhouse among the drow elves.

With his powerful resistances, tough scales, swift mobility, and wide-range breath attacks, even if he can't defeat those strong opponents, they won't be able to stop him.

Thoughts flashed through my mind, and just then, a hoarse dragon roar suddenly exploded.

The sounds of pain and madness echoed through the cave. Thor suddenly looked up and was shocked to find a dark shadow that had appeared in the center of the city and was expanding like a vortex.

First, monsters, each over two meters tall and resembling half-melted candles, emerged from the shadows, their scarlet eyes embedded in the center of their bodies, and eight tentacles whipping around them like whips.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of drow elves emerged from the shadows. Compared to their slender counterparts, they appeared exceptionally tall and robust, covered in purplish-black scales, with a pair of translucent bat wings extending from their backs—they were all dragonborn.

Thor recognized the Waxmelters and Shadow Dragonborn at a glance from the Dragon Legacy in his mind, but his gaze did not linger on them. Instead, he stared intently at the hideous figure that emerged from the shadows at the last moment.

It was a colossal creature nearly 25 meters long, its slender body covered with translucent scales resembling obsidian, and its broad bat wings on its back were like pure shadows, with wisps of black smoke constantly emanating from their edges.

His eyes, which should have been pure black, were now crimson, and a strange spider mark was imprinted in the center of his forehead. Wisps of eerie pale purple fluorescence flowed continuously across his body.

A powerful aura of shadow enveloped an area of ​​nearly 50 meters around him, like deep seawater, constantly swallowing and distorting the surrounding light.

This is a shadow dragon, a shadow dragon that is at least in its prime. Its body, twisted and modified by the Fallen Shadow Realm, makes Thor unable to recognize its former species, but he can clearly feel its deep and powerful aura.