Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

The lightning was so fast that even Thor didn't have time to dodge, and he had no intention of dodging at all.

The burning red dragon blood within him had already ignited the savagery in Thor's heart. All the energy crystals he had swallowed earlier had now been completely digested, transforming into a surging torrent of energy within him.

His entire body was strangely suspended in mid-air, and magical elements were constantly gathering on his outstretched wings, forming a thunder and fire wing with a wingspan of over a hundred meters.

All the fire, earth, and lightning magic within his body, along with dragon energy, were combined using the transformative power granted by the ether crystal. This mixture was then compressed and condensed through his thick throat, transforming into this all-out attack.

There was no spread, no outbreak, and no lingering aftershocks.

A beam of light, only the thickness of a fist, dark and murky yet possessing a blazing core, was spewed from Thor's mouth with pure destructive force.

Chapter 183 Sever

Annihilation and destruction, like a mudslide rushing down from a high mountain, brutally destroys and engulfs all obstacles in its path.

The dim flash of light was like a sharp blade, cutting straight into the lightning that fell from the sky. There was no violent impact or explosion; it was as if two phantoms that would never overlap brushed past each other as they passed each other.

The next instant, the massive bolt of lightning slammed into Thor, its immense kinetic energy propelling his body downwards toward the ground.

Having converted most of his energy into a breath, his defenses had been significantly reduced. It was as if endless electric currents were coursing through his body, burning and piercing his scales. The charge shells on his body opened up, spewing out excessive heat.

With a deafening roar, Thor, who was originally in mid-air, was knocked down by the attack, his massive body crashing into the fortress complex on the Gobi Desert below, kicking up clouds of dust.

Large areas of buildings were destroyed as a result, and the lingering lightning bolts roamed the ground like venomous snakes. The orcs and kobolds who were watching in fear from a distance felt as if they had been bitten hard on the soles of their feet, and a sharp pain shot through them.

Just as Thor was shot down, the ray of light, which was outwardly restrained but inwardly blazing, headed straight for Kalendak's head. The intense aura of destruction swirled around it, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

His keen senses, honed over three hundred years and countless battles, made him feel as if he could see Death wielding its scythe. His intuition told him that if he were struck in a vital spot, there would be no other possibility but death.

At the critical moment, he endured the backlash from the spell and managed to tilt his head slightly.

The destructive light, which should have struck the head directly, instead swept past the eyes, instantly shattering the scales that were as blue as glass and even more refined than fine steel. The tough muscles and bones, as hard as refined gold, were easily sliced ​​through like tofu cut by a sharp blade.

roar--!!!

A painful scream resounded through the heavens and earth. The sharp horn, three or four meters long, along with half of its broken upper jaw, rolled away from Kalendak's body.

The torrents of dragon blood poured down from the sky like a fountain, falling into the lingering dust below. The residual lightning magic within corroded the ground, emitting explosions like birdsong.

"Damn red dragon! Damn red dragon! I'll kill you, kill you!!!"

The furious roar echoed like thunder. Thor suddenly spread his broad wings, and a surging wave of flames exploded like a bomb, scattering rocks and dust around him.

On his chest, neck, and shoulder blades, where he had been struck directly by lightning, large patches of his metallic scales had melted together, and thin streams of viscous blood seeped from the gaps, bursting into flames before they could even drip.

The magical elements in the air responded to his call, rapidly gathering and continuously replenishing his energy.

The powerful vitality brought by the various monster templates began to take effect. The fused scales melted and restored themselves, and tiny buds sprouted from the torn thorax, intertwining with each other and healing at a visible speed.

Faced with the roar from the sky, he merely let out a disdainful sneer, flapped his wings, and soared into the air again amidst the deafening explosion, intending to press his advantage.

"You still dare to be stubborn even when you're about to die? Then let me tear your tongue out and see if you can still make a sound!"

Seeing the enormous red dragon, its body covered in flames, soaring menacingly into the sky, Kalendak roared fiercely, but a chill ran down his spine.

What kind of monster is this? Why did it withstand my Judgment of the Heavens and still look completely unharmed?

Just how tough must its scales be, and how high must its magic resistance be? This is not the strength that an ordinary red dragon should have; the purity of its bloodline has definitely reached an extremely high level.

Why is Her Majesty Tiamat so biased? If I had such a pure bloodline, I would probably have already become a legend and famous throughout the world. Why would I need to be trapped in this wilderness, scheming so hard?

His thoughts raced for only a moment before the sharp pain in the front of his head pulled him back to reality.

Now is not the time to think about these things; what he needs to consider is how to survive under the claws of this red dragon.

His dark golden pupils swept across the area, and the approaching family members gave him hope. He immediately shouted loudly.

"Wing Guards! Hold off this red dragon!"

The missing half of his palate made his voice sound somewhat indistinct, and every word he uttered was accompanied by a large spray of blood.

Thor, who was charging forward, glanced in the direction of his gaze and saw a large flock of giant birds that resembled vultures, with wingspans of more than 10 meters and dark blue feathers that shimmered with electricity, rushing towards them at high speed.

Each Thunder Vulture was ridden by a Dragonborn soldier, clad in scale armor and wielding a longbow or heavy crossbow, forming a dark, menacing mass.

Air power, in any world, is undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

But to think that you can use this to deal with yourself is nothing but wishful thinking!

After a single glance, Thor stopped paying attention, the flames on his wing membranes spewing out faster, his eyes fixed only on the disheveled blue dragon above.

Kalendak was terrified and dared not let Thor get close. He flapped his long, narrow wings, which resembled those of a pterosaur, twisted his massive body, and dashed away without looking back.

The blue dragon, naturally drawn to the elements of wind and thunder, is the fastest flying dragon among the five-colored dragons. With over three hundred years of accumulated experience, although he cannot defeat Thor, if he is determined to escape, Thor is temporarily unable to do anything about him.

His body tumbled and rolled in the air, occasionally unleashing small spells, making him as slippery as an eel.

As the thunder vultures arrived, he took advantage of the moment Thor was blocked and, contrary to common sense, swooped down and plunged headfirst into the yellow sand on the ground.

When Thor tore through the obstructing creatures and arrived in time, all that remained was a slowly spinning vortex; the blue dragon was nowhere to be found.

The old monster, who has lived for nearly four hundred years, is no fool. He would naturally guard against the possibility of being attacked by powerful enemies. Therefore, an escape route has long been prepared in his lair.

However, the loss of its horn and half of its upper jaw is a devastating blow to a blue dragon, severely damaging its very essence.

This single horn is not only a symbol of the blue dragon's identity and dignity, but also one of the central organs of magic and illusion. Once it is lost, it is even more serious than blindness or broken wings.

Even if Kalendak escapes with his life today, his path to legend has been completely severed. In this life, let alone taking another step forward, it will be difficult for him to even maintain his power from declining.

To some extent, Thor had achieved his goal, but he had not succeeded completely, and an uncontrollable anger still welled up in his heart.

With a twist of its massive, ferocious head, its molten gold pupils immediately fixed their gaze on the vultures soaring in the sky.

If it weren't for these annoying flies, I wouldn't have lost track of my target. Plus, their conspicuous blue scales suggest they're probably direct descendants of this blue dragon, making them even more unacceptable to keep alive.

When the howling flames rose into the air again, destruction came.

Chapter 184 Spoils of War

Thor squatted amidst the ruins, his earlier outburst of anger having ultimately reduced the entire Gobi Desert fortress to a scene of utter devastation.

After a period of unrestrained venting, the raging fire in his heart finally subsided as his magic power and physical strength were depleted. At this moment, he was holding a sharp unicorn horn, carefully examining his spoils of war.

This unicorn is about 4 meters long, with a base diameter that is as thick as a person can hug. It tapers upwards with a slightly curved arc to the tip, and its surface is covered with beautiful spiral patterns.

The entire horn is not a monotonous deep blue, but rather a dark indigo blue from the base, gradually transitioning to a bright cobalt blue at the tip. The layers of keratin on the surface resemble polished glass, and even though it has detached from the blue dragon's body, there are still tiny electrical currents flickering within it.

Blood was still dripping from the lower half of the palate, which was connected to the nostrils, and several huge fangs remained on the gums, giving it a somewhat desolate appearance.

This is undoubtedly an extremely valuable trophy—a complete, mature blue dragon horn, severed from a powerful blue dragon with near-legendary strength, along with its upper jaw. If converted into gold coins, its value would probably be in the millions.

After all, obtaining the blue dragon's horn is almost no different from killing the dragon itself.

Even ordinary legendary powerhouses might not be able to defeat a blue dragon with a challenge level of 19, let alone cut off its single horn. This is a feat that would require the combined strength of an entire nation to accomplish, and there is still a possibility of failure along the way.

If Thor were to sell this horn, the gold coins he received would soon be enough to lightly cover his cave.

But he would never do something so wasteful. Millions of gold coins are easy to obtain, but challenging a blue dragon of such a high level is something that there is probably only one in the entire wilderness.

If a suitable craftsman can be found, this unicorn horn can be directly crafted into a powerful legendary piece of equipment.

Moreover, for the Golden Lion to enter its excited state, it needs to devour the Qilin's horn and use its powerful and pure electrical energy to activate its internal electrical organs.

There aren't many high-level monster templates to begin with, so if Sol draws a few more times, he might be able to get one, and then this thing might come in very handy.

As his thoughts raced, Thor tapped a wheel in his mind, and chunks of ice crystals radiating cold air rolled down from mid-air.

Then, he found a huge basalt rock in the nearby ruins, and with his sharp dragon claws, he dug out a stone box as easily as picking tofu, sealing the blue dragon's horn and the ice crystals inside.

Now is not the time to use this thing. He doesn't have the monster template of the Golden Lion in his body yet. Even if he eats it, it can only enhance his lightning magic, and he can't fully absorb it.

Therefore, it needs to be properly preserved to prolong its activity as much as possible.

After doing all this, Thor turned to look at the surrounding ruins, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through all obstacles and stare directly at the hiding guys.

"You've been lurking around for so long, what have you decided? Are you here to pay homage to your new king, or to be utterly destroyed by me!"

The powerful voice carried far and wide, echoing over the ruins and lingering for a long time.

Those creatures hiding in the shadows, too afraid to show themselves yet too afraid to leave for fear of attracting attention, froze, caught in a dilemma.

But the red dragon has never been very patient, and without giving them much time to think, it let out another low roar.

"I'm giving you three seconds to kneel down! To submit to me, 1, 2..."

At this point, they could no longer hide. They cried out for mercy and crawled out from every corner, kowtowing frantically.

A dynasty that rules by violence will inevitably end by violence as well. Among the dragon's minions, apart from their direct descendants, none of the others are loyal.

Now that the red dragon has defeated the blue dragon, it is only natural for them to change their leader.

When the red dragon before them is defeated by an even more powerful evil dragon someday, they will not hesitate to turn around and welcome their new master.

Thor understood this, of course, but he didn't care.

They're just a bunch of consumables, not even pets. Who would expect their own tables, chairs, and benches to be loyal to them?

As long as he remains powerful, and continues to be powerful, these subordinates will always be useful tools.

…………

His molten gold pupils swept across the scene, and all sorts of strange and wonderful creatures came into Thor's view.

There are gray goblins, thorny gnolls, and desert lizardmen in his territory, but they are all evil creature variants unique to his special environment.

There were also intelligent creatures like orcs and kobolds whom we had seen before, as well as desert snake people and desert giant scorpions, which we had never seen before.

Their gazes toward the red dragon were filled with fear and deep awe. The once invincible Storm Fang had had its single horn, a symbol of glory and power, severed by him.

These intense emotions, falling upon Thor, brought him a surge of pleasure. At the same time, notifications flashed before his eyes, indicating that his essence balance was increasing at a visible rate.

But then he felt dissatisfied because there were still some clueless guys hiding in the corners and not coming out.

Whether out of fear or vigilance, this was a challenge to his authority, and he immediately roared at his newly recruited subordinates.

"Very good! It seems that you weak and lowly creatures are not too stupid after all!"

Now execute my first order! Catch all the rats still hiding in the corners, but don't kill them; I still have a use for them!

The dragon's henchmen have neither loyalty nor morality; betraying their former comrades is as simple to them as eating and drinking.

In fact, in order to show their loyalty to their new master, they may become even more ruthless and vicious when they strike.

The first group to defect immediately shouted their orders, grinning maliciously, and excitedly rushed to various hidden corners.

These little mice scattered everywhere would be hard for Thor to find, but they couldn't escape the notice of these creatures who could be considered half landlords.

One by one, the hiding guys were dragged out and beaten half to death, then left together.

The surroundings were in complete chaos, with screams, pleas for mercy, and cries of regret echoing through the air, yet they received no pity whatsoever.

Thor quickly grew bored with the sight. He casually picked out a few of his newly subdued subordinates who were stronger and more pleasing to the eye, appointed them as overseers, and then flapped his wings and took to the air.

Compared to these ordinary creatures, the young dragons in the oasis are the real talents; we can't let them take the opportunity to escape.

A crimson streak of light ripped through the sky, but because he was holding onto the stone box, Thor did not burst into flames this time.

The distance wasn't too far, and he arrived in no time. Just like when he first came to this oasis, he landed heavily on the raised Gobi Desert.

Its immense weight made the ground tremble, and gravel and dust fell in a flurry. A loud roar burst from Thor's mouth, echoing across the entire sky.

“You cowardly, lowly, and utterly useless reptiles, come out here! Meet your new master!”

Chapter 185 Reunion

The rolling sound waves passed like a hurricane, and all the surrounding trees bowed their heads.

A massive dragon's might surged forth from Thor's body. Although it was an intangible aura, it seemed to carry a substantial force, causing the surrounding air to ripple like water and continuously spread outwards.

The clamor of various animals in the oasis seemed to be silenced at this moment, instantly falling into a deathly stillness. The young dragons hiding among the tree canopy, in the pools, or in the sand dunes felt as if a pair of huge hands were tightly gripping their heart and lungs, making even breathing extremely difficult.