Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

Tana flapped her wings and left to obey. After a while, Thor lazily rose from the lava, shook off the residue clinging to his body with a powerful flap of his broad wings, and transformed into a blazing flame that shot straight into the sky.

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Alan—or rather, Alan Leoria—was curiously observing her surroundings with her lake-blue eyes.

As the youngest child of the Leoria family, she had always been well protected by her parents. This was her first time traveling far from home, and to the territory of her mortal enemy, so she couldn't help but be filled with curiosity about everything.

The surrounding scenery perfectly matched her imagination of the dragon's territory: endless streams of evil creatures menacingly occupied both sides of the road, thick smoke billowed from a distant volcano, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

The only thing that surprised her was the terraced fields cultivated on the hillside. It was the first time she had ever seen the Red Dragons grow crops on their own territory. Shouldn't savage thugs like them steal food when they needed it?

According to scattered information heard from some itinerant vendors, this red dragon is about fourteen meters long, but it is a teenager.

That's perfect. Let the great Miss Alan teach him a lesson and make him hand over the stolen money. If he's willing to repent and stop doing evil, she'll spare his life. Otherwise, she'll let him taste the power of justice.

The thought of defeating a nemesis he had only heard of in stories and bringing justice to the people filled even the usually composed Alan with excitement.

Her clear eyes looked around expectantly, waiting for the evil dragon to appear and extort the caravan, so that she could suddenly step forward at the most crucial moment and catch him off guard.

Just then, a crimson figure rose from the distant crater, surrounded by raging flames, like a fireball.

Was it the red dragon that appeared? Alan quickly turned his head to look, but then felt a sense of disappointment.

That was nothing more than a dog-headed man with dragon scales, horns, and wings. Although he seemed to be quite strong, he was ultimately a low-level race.

I never imagined that the other party would stoop to such a low level, wasting their precious life essence on a mere kobold. They have absolutely no dignity as a true dragon.

Judging from this, his strength isn't that great, and he doesn't even have a decent group of followers. Those rumors about his eternally burning flames and his dragon scales as tough as adamantite are obviously exaggerations.

After all, they were just ordinary people, easily frightened by the evil dragon, and had no idea what true power was.

After activating and strengthening the dragon blood within her body, and becoming a complete dragon-blooded kobold, Tana gained two new spell-like abilities in addition to the fireball spell she initially awakened.

One is the dragon breath, a signature move of the Dragonvein kobolds, which can spew out a small flame breath like a red dragon, but with much weaker power and duration.

The other is Thor's awakened ability to manipulate mortal fire, allowing him to control natural flames to a certain extent.

As it descended, carrying flames drawn from the volcano, a flicker of fear crossed the eyes of every member of the caravan. This strange monster looked incredibly imposing; regardless of its actual strength, it was likely beyond their capabilities.

The fearful gazes of the crowd filled Tana with a sense of pleasure. Having awakened the blood of the red dragon, she naturally inherited its personality traits.

It looked at these weak humans, arrogantly raised its head, and spoke in a clear voice.

"Great Dragon Lord, you are to wait for me in the valley!"

The dog-headed barking in his voice sounded somewhat comical.

This almost made Alan burst out laughing. Mark, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and tugged at her. Only then did she realize her disguise and quickly composed herself.

However, this action still caught Tana's attention. Its orange-red vertical pupils looked at the unfamiliar female human, and a sense of fear inexplicably welled up in its heart.

The thought of teaching her a lesson vanished for some reason. He simply shook his head, abandoned the humans, and flew towards the gray dwarves' dwelling.

As the Dragon Lord's closest personal attendant, it must provide the most attentive service to the great Dragon Lord in order to demonstrate its loyalty.

Only then did Mark breathe a sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat on his palms and back, and couldn't help but glare at Alan.

But when he met her deep blue eyes, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated for some reason, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

"You were too reckless just now. This is a henchman of the evil dragon. Didn't you see its ferocious appearance? It could swallow you whole in one bite..."

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The group arrived at the valley as instructed and waited quietly for Thor to arrive.

This wait lasted for several tens of minutes, until some of the weaker guards' legs were so weak from standing that the distant volcano began to move again.

Thick smoke billowed up, and a pillar of crimson fire shot into the sky. Accompanied by a loud dragon's roar, a dazzling shooting star flew across the horizon.

“I told you! You would definitely come back, and as it turns out, the great Thor never makes a mistake!”

The arrogant voice came from afar, and a red light quickly expanded, revealing a huge body engulfed in the raging flames.

Alan's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched the red dragon flying in from afar.

Wasn't it supposed to be only fourteen meters long? How come it's almost eighteen meters now?

The original teenage red dragon has directly transformed into a young adult red dragon, with its exaggerated metallic scales, wingspan far exceeding that of an ordinary red dragon, and blade-like wings and tail. What's going on?

For a moment, she felt uncertain, thinking that she might not be able to defeat the red dragon, and began to hesitate about whether to reveal her identity.

While she was pondering, Thor, trailing a long, fiery tail, crashed down heavily.

The heavy body landed so hard that it even triggered a small explosion, sending tiny stones flying everywhere, and the scorching wind mixed with dust surging outwards like waves.

His molten gold pupils swept over the caravan members. The immense mental power brought about by the various monster templates gave him extremely high perception, and he instantly sensed that something was wrong.

He spread his wings, forcefully dispersing the dust that rose around him, and strode forward with heavy steps to the woman with long golden hair, taking a deep breath.

“Saffron, incense, and molten gold… Look what I’ve found! A golden loach hiding in the crowd.”

Chapter 160 Battle

The deep dragon roar echoed in the air. Although the sound was not very loud, it was like thunder when it reached Ailan's ears, shaking her to her core.

The surrounding caravan members all looked bewildered and at a loss, but Alan, as if driven by instinct, suddenly leaped backward, his whole body radiating brilliant golden light, his body slowly elongating and stretching in the light.

A head, seemingly cast from pure gold, emerged from the ball of light. Its contours were soft yet exuded a dignified and sacred aura. Between the bridge of the nose and the brow bone, several golden horns extended backward, their edges distinct.

At the lower jaw, soft spines hang down like long whiskers, and behind the head extends a body as graceful and smooth as golden silk. Amber-colored sail-like wings spread out from behind, making it dazzling as light and shadow flow.

Viewed from above, the entire golden dragon resembles a gleaming golden sword, suspended in mid-air, exuding an aura of majesty and splendor.

Including its long tail, the golden dragon, which was over 25 meters long, coiled in the sky, its eyes, now completely golden, fixed on Thor below, its tone filled with obvious confusion.

"You cunning dragon, how did you discover me?"

Under normal circumstances, red dragons have difficulty accurately identifying the human incarnations of gold dragons—although they vehemently deny it, the vast majority of red dragons are indeed slightly weaker than gold dragons.

Within the same age group, red dragons are generally one level lower in challenge level than gold dragons. This gap widens further during their prime years, and only narrows again after they pass through the very old age stage and ascend to become ancient dragons.

The formation of this gap is closely related to many factors.

The Red Dragon and the Gold Dragon were created by Tiamat and Bahamut respectively, and are the strongest races among the five-colored dragons and the metal dragons. In terms of bloodline potential alone, they should be on par.

However, the golden dragon was deeply favored by Bahamut, while the red dragon rarely received Tiamat's attention. This divine blessing made the golden dragon more outstanding than the red dragon in terms of intelligence, perception, and charisma.

More importantly, the Golden Dragon is a true dragon with a strong sense of family, taking meticulous care of its cubs. From the moment they hatch, the little Golden Dragons are fed various precious pearls, gems, and metals, drink celestial water, and have an endless supply of magical food.

But what about the red dragon cubs? They are lucky if they can eat the scraps left by their parents, and often they can only eat dirt.

Although dragons are magical creatures, they cannot survive solely on magical elements, at least not before reaching adulthood.

Therefore, the golden dragon, which receives abundant nutrition from a young age, undoubtedly develops better than the red dragon and naturally has an advantage in strength, speed, and physique.

In addition, although both possess the dragon's heritage, the golden dragon, which is naturally united and values ​​family, is obviously more complete and richer in the transmission of knowledge.

Due to a combination of factors, the Red Dragon is slightly inferior to the Golden Dragon in every aspect.

But Thor is no ordinary red dragon. His purified bloodline, the enhancement of various monster templates, and the pure life force that nourishes his body and spirit make his stats far surpass those of his kind.

Moreover, the energy crystals and various minerals he consumes daily also contain abundant energy; in terms of value, even the Golden Dragon would probably feel the pinch.

That's why Thor was able to see through the golden dragon's disguise at a glance.

The physical body can change, and magic can be contained, but that unique spiritual fluctuation burned as brightly as a flame in his perception, crystal clear.

However, there was clearly no need to waste words with this golden dragon. Thor stared at the agile golden creature in mid-air and suddenly found himself in a somewhat troublesome situation.

It wasn't that the opponent was too strong for him to handle, but rather that he was wary of the intricate web of relationships behind the metal dragon.

Unity, favoritism, and the tendency to attack the older ones after the younger ones have been attacked—this is the typical behavior of metal dragons, especially since the one in front of us is a gold dragon that is known as the leader of the metal dragons.

All metal dragons will unconditionally support the gold dragon, and every gold dragon is under Bahamut's watchful eye, making it virtually impossible to kill it silently.

At that moment, Thor seemed to hear a hallucination, as if someone was staring at him with disdain.

"You think you're so great at fighting? What good is being great at fighting anyway! To survive in this world, you need power and connections..."

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Thor banished the inexplicable thought from his mind, sparks flying from his large nostrils as he stared expressionlessly at the golden dragon in mid-air, his tone icy.

"You seem to have no idea what's going on. This is my territory. As an intruder, you'd better show some respect. You're not qualified to ask me any questions."

A flash of anger crossed Alan's face as he hovered in mid-air. Although the golden dragon was a benevolent creature, it was still a true dragon and had the right to be arrogant. Facing its natural nemesis, the five-colored dragon, its temper was even less pleasant.

"Stop being so arrogant! You inherently evil red dragon, since you refuse to talk, then let me teach you a lesson first and make you pay for the evil deeds you've committed!"

This was exactly what Thor was thinking. Just as metal dragons naturally despised evil chromatic dragons, chromatic dragons had always disliked these meddlesome fellows.

With a powerful push off the ground from his strong limbs and a vigorous flapping of his wide wings, he shot into the sky like a shooting star, heading straight for the golden dragon above.

Although killing this golden dragon is extremely risky, it wouldn't hurt to give it a good beating first to vent my anger.

Facing Thor charging forward, Alan's slender body simply twisted nimbly, easily dodging the attack.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her majestic head slightly, opened her mouth wide, and with a ripple in her chest and abdomen, she spat out a pale golden, translucent gas toward Thor.

Metal dragons are born with two types of breath: one with powerful destructive force and the other with extremely strong control effects.

To deal with the red dragon, which is also fire-attributed and has extremely high heat resistance, Alan naturally chose the Weak Breath that would render the creature powerless.

This is also the common strategy used by most gold dragons when facing red dragons: first use a weakening breath to weaken the opponent's stamina, and then get close to entangle and strangle them.

Gazing at the overwhelming pale golden gas before him, Thor's eyes, which were like molten gold, instantly turned a dark red.

After being imbued with the Black Eclipse Dragon monster template, the dragon attribute energy within his body was greatly enhanced. At this moment, it burst forth from his body along with magic power, causing the flames swirling around his body to become dark and viscous.

The flames were filled with powerful magic-dispelling energy; the pale golden smoke crackled and exploded as soon as it approached.

"Is this weak loach capable of only playing these petty tricks?"

Thor let out a contemptuous roar, and the numerous tiny muscle groups on his wings quickly adjusted their posture, performing a nimble flip in mid-air to break free from the range of the weak breath.

The next second, immense magical power rapidly condensed in his mouth, and with a swift movement, five fireballs the size of soccer balls were unleashed. These fireballs expanded rapidly in mid-air, instantly transforming into five small suns over three meters in diameter, radiating scorching heat as they hurtled towards Alan.

Chapter 161 Wealthy

The fireball surged with immense dragon-attribute energy, intertwining and merging with fire and earth magic, making it resemble a star nearing the end of its life, rippling with a deep, somber red hue.

As the true dragon whose bloodline is closest to Bahamut's, the golden dragon is endowed with the gift of divine foresight from birth.

As they grow older, they become able to perceive the flow of holy light, the veins of order, and the threads of destiny, and even see through layers of lies and fragments of the future.

At first, Alan didn't take the huge fireball that was hurtling towards her seriously—her strong fire resistance was enough to make her fearless of the red dragon's breath.

But the next second, a sudden, frantic warning came from the bottom of my heart. My agile body was instantly enveloped in a layer of light, and my entire figure seemed to turn into a phantom, quietly disappearing into mid-air.

Almost simultaneously, a golden light suddenly burst forth a hundred meters away, and golden sand scattered across the sky with the wind. The golden dragon that had just disappeared reappeared.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rockburst bomb, having missed its target, exploded in mid-air with a deafening roar. Within the ever-expanding, enormous fireball, black and red lightning swirled and churned wildly—the very dragon-attribute energy that filled it.

A wisp of electricity traveled a great distance and struck Alan's tail hard. A dent was instantly left on the smooth, golden scales, as if they had been melted by the intense heat.

This scene caused her pupils to shrink sharply, and a wave of fear washed over her.

What exactly is hidden inside those fireballs? Such powerful anti-magic force can easily penetrate her magic resistance.

This strange red dragon is indeed powerful; I probably wouldn't be able to contend with it on my own.

Realizing this, Alan immediately opened his huge mouth, but this time he did not exhale any kind of breath, but rather a series of shining orbs of light.

One of them landed on the top of the golden dragon's head, transforming into a laurel wreath that seemed to be woven from olive leaves, entwined between the golden horns.

Another grain scattered like golden sand across the sky, each grain shimmering with sacred runes, meticulously adhering to every scale on the golden dragon's entire body.

There was another one containing a platinum ring, which expanded continuously in the air and gently slipped onto the tail of the golden dragon.

The last one was a sparkling pendant, hanging around her neck, continuously radiating a rich magical light.

Each of these pieces of equipment is at least a high-level magical item, and some may even be legendary.

Thor, witnessing this scene, felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and had the absurd illusion that an ordinary player was facing off against a pay-to-win player.