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Looking at the dozens or even hundreds of drow elves and shadow dragonkin surrounding him, Thor grinned, revealing a mocking smile.

"So that's why these black-skinned rats have dragon descendants under their command. Turns out they've captured a breeding boar."

"You bastard corrupted by shadow, don't you feel ashamed? If it were me, I would have snapped my own neck long ago to avoid disgracing the dragon race of the world!"

The loud roar carried far and wide, stirring up waves of heat.

As the shadow dragon appeared, the aura of incineration surrounding Thor began to surge, and towering flames rose like pillars, even melting the castle beneath his feet.

However, these words received no response. Upon closer inspection, the eyes of the shadow dragon, along with those of the surrounding drow dragonborn, were devoid of reason, displaying only a savage, bestial nature.

Clearly, their minds had been erased; at this moment, they were less like living beings and more like puppets being manipulated.

This was something the drow elves could not do, since all true dragons, including dragonborn, possessed an innate pride and rarely submitted to other creatures.

If they retain their sanity, even with heavy magical restraints, they will never obey orders and will only fight to the death.

Only white dragons, those weak white dragons, those wild white dragons, whose intelligence as adults is even less than that of ordinary humans, are tamed by other creatures when they are young.

Even so, once they reach adulthood and their intelligence increases, they will always be thinking of turning against them.

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"Don't be too smug. You fire-breathing idiot, it won't be long before you're trampled under my feet like this shadow dragon."

"Either you'd better be sensible and submit now, that way you'll suffer less."

A cold, sharp voice came from above the Shadow Dragon's head. Thor looked up and saw a nearly naked female drow, wearing only an elaborate robe and holding an obsidian staff, standing there.

On her smooth, delicate abdomen was a pale purple spider-like pattern, from which countless tiny rays of light shot out, connecting to the numerous drow elf dragonborn around her.

With his limited magical knowledge, Thor could only identify it as a control spell based on bloodline release, commonly found among blood-related creatures.

Could it be that all those drow dragonborn are this guy's children? Considering the birth rate of the elven race, that's probably unlikely. Perhaps they are more like her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, or even great-grandchildren.

This really sounds like something those black-skinned rats would do.

Thor didn't even bother to respond to the high priest's words, instead tilting his head back and blasting a beam of scorching heat at him.

A scorching beam of light, orange-red with a hint of blue, streaked across the sky, but was blocked by a layer of pitch-black shadow the moment it approached the shadow dragon.

There is never an absolute relationship of restraint between light and darkness; their strength depends only on which side is more powerful.

As a being at least in its prime, although this shadow dragon's condition was somewhat abnormal, the immense magical power contained within its body was undeniable.

In the next instant, countless drow elves and dragonborn, along with the wax molten demons, rushed in like a dark swarm of bats.

Vast amounts of shadow energy gathered between their claws, compressed into jet-black energy spheres, from which countless shadow arrows shot out.

The already dark cave seemed to grow even darker at this moment.

With a roar from Thor, the flames surrounding him surged even higher.

The raging fire elements continued to gather, causing the color of the flames to gradually change from the original orange-red to incandescent.

Chapter 148 Fierce Battle

The overwhelming barrage of shadow arrows was like snowflakes falling into water; once they entered the area covered by the incineration aura surrounding Thor, they were instantly incinerated.

However, the wax demons mixed in with him, relying on their strong magic resistance, successfully rushed in front of him and wrapped their tentacles around him.

One of them landed right on his head, its body spreading out like a fishing net, seemingly trying to bind his mouth and prevent him from exhaling.

But Thor's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to open his mouth first, his menacing fangs gleaming with metallic luster, and bite down hard on the falling Wax Melt Demon.

Even objects made of refined gold would be bitten deeply with a bite, and the wax-melting monster, which was like a slime, was instantly bitten to pieces and spat out along with its saliva.

However, although these abyssal monsters are not high in challenge level, only around level 10, their resistances and vitality are ridiculously strong.

Not only are they difficult to kill by high temperatures, but they are also immune to mind magic and toxins. Their freely transforming slime bodies have no vital points in the conventional sense, and physical attacks are much less effective.

The wax demon that was spat out lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, but then its body quickly flowed and glued together, and in a short while it was restored to its original state.

More Wax Elves descended at this moment, some even appearing directly on Thor as if by teleportation, aided by the magic of the Drow elves.

If it were an ordinary red dragon hatchling, it would almost certainly be dead by now.

However, Thor is clearly not among them. His purified bloodline and the enhancement of multiple monster templates make the temperature of the flames surrounding him far exceed that of ordinary adult red dragons.

Even the Wax-Melting Demon, which has a certain degree of fire resistance, let out a painful scream the moment it came into contact with his scales, instinctively wanting to flee.

Driven by the contract magic, they were forced to melt into form, like viscous slime, and burrow into the gaps in Thor's scales.

They were clearly trying to restrict the terrifying red dragon's movements to pave the way for a subsequent attack.

Sensing the strange sensation on his skin, Thor's lips curled into a sinister smile. His basal vessels began to function, and a dark red light emanated from his body.

The powerful dragon-attribute energy contains the purest life and spiritual power, and will instinctively repel and erode all external energy.

If used for defense, it becomes an impenetrable shield; if used for attack, it becomes a piercing sword.

The flames swirling around Thor turned a deep blackish-red under the influence of this dragon-attribute energy.

The wax-melting demons, whose bodies had already burrowed into the gaps between his scales, felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing their bodies. Their originally strong fire resistance was useless, and a violent burning sensation suddenly struck them.

This sudden change left them no time to escape; they desperately tried to shrink their already spread-out bodies, but they couldn't keep up with the speed at which they were burned.

Thor ignored the doomed abyssal monsters, for the shadow dragon, trailing a vast shadow, was already hurtling towards him.

Its 25-meter length is much larger than him. Although its body is not particularly robust, the impact it carries should not be underestimated.

Unsure if the black-skinned rats had any other tricks up their sleeves, Thor chose not to confront the shadow dragon head-on, lest he get entangled.

With his broad wings spread behind him and his limbs exerting force, the Wax Melting Demon, which was supposed to restrict his movements, failed to function and he soared into the air amidst the sound of the castle collapsing beneath his feet.

The enormous shadow dragon crashed heavily into his feet, but its entire body seemed to have no substance, passing over the ruins of the castle in a flash.

The next instant, the entire Shadow Dragon suddenly dissipated into a cloud of smoke, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Thor, its long tail whipping out with a powerful whirlwind.

The air exploded at that moment, and even with his high-speed reflexes, Thor's massive size prevented him from completely dodging it.

So he simply stopped dodging, his molten gold pupils flashing with ferocity, and he took the initiative to meet the attack with his chest, which was covered in the thickest scales. He opened his ferocious maw and spewed out surging flames.

boom!!!

The heavy, loud thud was like a giant sledgehammer falling.

Thor's body was sent flying at that moment, leaving a noticeable dent in his chest.

The flames from his mouth surged forth like a long river, or like the trailing flames of a meteor, completely engulfing the shadow dragon and billowing up large plumes of black smoke.

The terrifyingly high temperature pierced through the shadowy aura surrounding the Shadow Dragon, scorching the scales on its body and causing them to char and crack continuously.

But the pitch-black behemoth seemed to feel no pain, completely disregarding its own condition, and with a flap of its semi-transparent bat wings, it charged forward again.

At the same time, more and more drow dragonborn rushed towards Thor like moths to a flame.

Their weapons were far superior to those of ordinary drow elves, not only mixed with a large amount of adamantite, but also shimmering with a distinct magical aura due to their location in the Underdark.

While this wasn't enough to truly harm Thor, it was like an annoying fly, causing him some trouble.

Faced with attacks from all sides, Thor did not succumb to rage this time, but instead remained surprisingly rational.

He clearly remembered who his real enemy was—those black-skinned rats.

It doesn't make sense for them to only send out one Shadow Dragon, some Dragonborn, and Abyss summons while they themselves remain inactive.

So where are those treacherous fellows right now?

With a flash of his eyes, Thor seemed to have been forced to retreat repeatedly, heading towards a corner of the cave.

There was a patch of crimson lava, bubbling and flowing quietly.

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If we turn back time slightly to the moment when Thor attacked the Shadow Dragon, Arachne, dressed in an elaborate robe, had already disappeared from the Shadow Dragon's head and reappeared on the balcony of the temple in the center of the city.

She paid no attention to the battle outside, but turned to give a few instructions to the priests who remained in the temple, and then quickly walked towards the main hall below.

As a large number of Drow Elf noblewomen poured out, all sorts of slaves were quickly brought up.

An ancient and eerie prayer rang out, and those robust creatures seemed to have their life and moisture drained away, turning into mummies in a short time.

As more and more slaves were sacrificed, the statue of Rose in the temple began to glow faintly.

A sweet, cloying fragrance filled the air, and dark purple light spread through the void like a spider web.

A powerful, evil, and insidious being, heeding the call of its followers, cast a watchful glance from the endless abyss.

The entire underground cavern seemed to be soaked in sticky glue at this moment, and the fragrance of datura flowers continued to waft through the air, gradually outlining a huge figure.

Chapter 149 Divine Descent

boom--!!

Two giant dragons, one red and one black, engaged in a fierce battle in mid-air, each violent collision producing a deafening roar.

Although Thor was slightly smaller in size due to his young age, the proportions of his limbs and torso were already stronger than those of other dragons. With the added bonus of various monster templates, he not only showed no fear in this close-quarters combat, but also gained a clear advantage.

His incredibly tough scales and strong magic resistance allow him to ignore most of the Shadow Dragon's attacks; and his sharp claws, enhanced with dragon-attribute energy, can effortlessly tear through the opponent's obsidian-hard scales.

With his lightning-fast reflexes, Thor can launch two fierce attacks in the time it takes for Shadow Dragon to swing a claw; his long and powerful tail, as sharp as a sword blade, seems to be a weapon specifically designed to slaughter giant creatures.

The scorching fire and earth magic and the immense shadow energy raged and spread wildly in all directions as the two giant beasts fought. Countless scales, mixed with blood, rained down from the sky, most of them displaying an eerie purplish-black color.

If it weren't for the constant interference from the drow dragonborn, Thor felt he could have torn off the shadow dragon's head in just over ten minutes.

His attention was focused on observing the surrounding movements, so when the spider totem began to appear in mid-air, he immediately noticed it and his heart sank.

Without the slightest hesitation, Thor immediately spun around and whipped his tail, his long tail and wide wings dancing wildly like a storm of blades, forcing back the shadow dragon in front of him and the drow elf dragonborn around him.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spewed out a torrent of flames, a pillar of fire with orange-red and blue hues rushing forward, engulfing the pursuing Shadow Dragon, while he himself used the recoil to rush straight towards the churning, boiling magma below.

Just as the churning orange-red liquid was almost within reach, and the rising bubbles were about to touch Thor's claws, beams of dark light spread rapidly through the air like spider silk, seemingly overcoming the barriers of space and directly wrapping around his wings.

A tremendous dragging force came from behind Thor, pulling him tightly; the shadow dragon that had been forced back earlier now pounced on him like a madman, completely ignoring the sweeping tail behind him.

The nearly 10-meter-long tail blade was like a giant ship-slaying sword, with powerful dragon-attribute energy swirling around it, before slamming heavily into the Shadow Dragon's chest.

A piercing metallic clang suddenly rang out, the obsidian-like black scales were easily torn apart, the flesh was turned inside out, and the entire chest was almost ripped open. Through the gaps between the ribs, the writhing internal organs could even be seen.

However, this desperate lunge successfully blocked Thor's attack on the spider silk on his wings, and more dark rays took the opportunity to climb up and wrap around his limbs and body.

The giant spider phantom in the sky seemed to come alive, its eight long, slender limbs twitching, and its two huge fangs filled with dark energy, as if coated with deadly poison.

As a deadly move that the drow elves had prepared for a long time, once Thor was bitten by these pincers, even with his powerful resistances and tough scales, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Because he sensed a power on this giant spider phantom that was completely different from magic. That power was more vast and profound, and it also carried a natural suppressive force—divine power.

Unexpectedly, this vicious Black Widow actually knows how to use divine intervention. Even if it is not a complete incarnation, but only a projection of a part of her power, it is still something that ordinary creatures cannot resist.

Thor, who had been anticipating this move, was certainly prepared. The dragon-attribute energy he had been secretly accumulating and not using much in the previous battles erupted completely at this moment.

Black and red energy surged from his body, causing his muscles to swell and the gaps between his carapaces to open up, radiating a crimson light through the stretched membranes, like a black and red sun hanging in the sky.

A tremendous power surged within him, further enhancing his already formidable demon-slaying abilities.

The dark rays that were wrapped around Thor were briefly forced back; the shadow dragon that was clinging to his back was also kicked away by him with his hind legs as he flipped over.

The immense reaction force propelled his body, accelerating him towards the magma below—the rich fire and earth elemental power not only provided Thor with a continuous energy supply but also served as a natural escape route.

However, the giant spider phantom in mid-air clearly did not intend to let him leave so easily. Its eight limbs moved, and it dashed forward at high speed in mid-air as if teleporting.

Thor's wings had barely disappeared into the lava when the enormous arthropod was already right in front of him, its menacing fangs raised high, each tip containing a drop of intense divine power that caused the surrounding space to distort.

A tremendous danger descended in an instant, and Thor's high-speed reflexes were brought to their absolute limit.

He felt as if the world before him was being stretched out, his heart pounding deeply and powerfully, his consciousness already focused on the square representing the giant exploding bucket on the spinning wheel in his mind, ready to press it hard.

Ordinary large exploding barrels are naturally no match for this embodiment of divine power. Even if ten of them were piled together, they would be nothing more than a gentle breeze to the opponent.

But what if 100, 200, or even 300 large explosive barrels were detonated at the same time?

Even if this thing can withstand it, it will definitely be severely affected. The subsequent shockwaves and huge tremors are more likely to cause the cave to collapse, creating a favorable opportunity for Thor to escape.

However, just as ripples appeared in the air, five majestic dragon roars, almost overlapping each other, suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.