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No creature could be more sensitive to information about its own kind than they were, and it was precisely because of this that they could feel more clearly just how terrifying the power of this dragon, which exuded such a majestic aura, truly was.

Several blue dragon hatchlings buried their bodies deep in the sand, trying their best to suppress their heartbeats and breathing, curling up and not daring to move at all.

The black dragon cub burrowed deep into the mud, secretly hoping that the other party would be disgusted by the stench and would not approach it.

The white dragon cubs, who were like ignorant wild beasts, had their scales burst open like frightened cats the moment Thor unleashed his dragon might, their bodies trembling and stiff as if frozen in place.

Only one green dragon, flapping its wings, peeked its head out from the dense canopy.

The bright sunlight shone on her scales, reflecting a jade-like luster. Numerous thorns extended backward from her small head, and her snake-like pupils silently watched the red dragon on the distant Gobi Desert, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in her heart.

But she was certain she didn't recognize the creature. Its gnarled body, ferocious scales, unusually large wings, and sword-like tail made it stand out even by the standards of a true dragon. One glance at it would likely be unforgettable for a lifetime.

The moment Tribeca peeked out from the treetop, Thor's keen senses detected her. His molten gold pupils darted around, and a snarling smile spread across his face as he uttered his usual mocking words.

"Look what I found! A small snake perched on a tree branch."

"It's been years, and you good-for-nothings haven't improved at all. You're still the same weak and pathetic bunch."

The familiar tone sent a jolt through Tribes's mind, and some not-so-distant memories surfaced.

A red dragon once said something similar to them. Could this red dragon actually be...?

This unbelievable guess caused her pupils to contract involuntarily, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief, and she blurted it out involuntarily.

"It's you! You're the father of that red dragon? Have you come looking for your cub?"

Thor couldn't understand how this guy could connect himself with his cheap father whom he had never met. Perhaps it was because of his enormous size and increasingly ferocious and burly appearance.

However, he didn't intend to be a riddle dragon; he simply opened his mouth wide and cruelly revealed the truth.

"That old codger who's probably dead somewhere? No! I am Saul Heliozog..."

As companions who lived together for almost a year, it's truly disheartening that you've already forgotten my existence after only a few years apart.

A deep growl came from Thor's mouth, carrying a "joy" of long-awaited reunion, completely disregarding the shock his words had brought to Tribes.

How could this powerful red dragon, over twenty meters long and exuding a ferocious aura that seemed to topple the sky, possibly be the same young dragon that needed help to deal with a few blue dragons just a few years ago?

After scouring the dragon heritage in her mind and reviewing the entire history of the five-colored dragons, Cui Bisi had never heard of anything so outrageous.

If nothing unexpected happens, the streak of fire that flew by earlier should also be this red dragon, and it is heading in the direction of Blackrock Fortress.

The fact that he has returned unharmed means that the old bastard Stormfang has likely been defeated and killed.

Based on this calculation, the challenge level of this red dragon is at least level nineteen.

A young dragon with a challenge level of nineteen? This is something that can only happen to the three legendary dragon species in legends. How could it happen to a red dragon?

If it weren't for the immense dragon's might still looming over her like a boulder, Cui Bisi would have wanted to slap herself hard to wake up from this nightmare.

Before she could sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind, that deep and authoritative voice rang in her ears again.

Red dragons are never very patient, and seeing that several minutes had passed and only one green dragon had shown its head, Thor's anger was instantly ignited.

"Why is it that only you, the young dragon, have appeared so far? Where are the other useless ones? Didn't you hear me tell them to come out and greet their new master?!"

The deep roar instantly snapped Trebis back to her senses, and her cunning nature as a green dragon allowed her to keenly seize the opportunity.

The reason she peeked out from the treetop just now was because she knew there was no hope of escape, and she wanted to take the initiative to befriend the red dragon and gain its trust, right? She immediately took the initiative to express her opinion.

“I know where those blind fools are hiding. Let me lead you there again, just like before!”

Thor nodded noncommittally, and his massive body rose into the air.

As they drew closer, the aura emanating from him grew stronger, making Tribes feel suffocated.

What did it eat to grow so huge? It was enormous. Looking at those thick claws, it could probably crush me with just a little force.

Tribeca had some sinister thoughts in mind, wanting to take the opportunity to sow discord between Thor and the young dragons.

But when Thor actually got close, the immense sense of threat he posed easily dispelled all her thoughts, making her dare not make the slightest move.

Thor flew above the green dragon cubs below, and with her guidance, they quickly found the hiding cubs.

He then used his spikes to rip open the entire sand dune, and the putrid pool of water was scorched and boiled by the flames.

With nowhere to hide, the young dragons could only rush out in terror. But after being glanced at by his molten gold pupils, they immediately cowered on the ground, no longer daring to even think of escaping.

Soon, he captured all the young dragons, including the white dragons scattered throughout the oasis.

Although these white creatures all resembled mindless beasts, which initially disgusted Thor, they were, after all, born magical beings and could still play some role.

To punish them for wasting their time, all the young dragons were severely punished when they were found, and then sent to the ruins of Blackrock Fortress to serve as cheap laborers.

As news of Stormfang's defeat spread, more of his former subordinates returned to pledge allegiance to their new master.

Meanwhile, many more ambitious creatures seized the opportunity to rise up and declare independence.

Those races bordering Stormfang's territory thought they had found an opportunity and hurriedly gathered their armies to take advantage of the chaos and continue to annex his former territory.

In an instant, the entire landscape of the wilderness changed, and even the Silver Dragon, far away in the Endless Glacier, turned its attention to it.

Chapter 186 The Rainbow-Scaled Priest

Thor could not possibly settle in this desert. Putting aside the fact that he was located on the edge of the wilderness and could not easily abandon the territory he had painstakingly built, the geographical location of this place was simply not to his liking.

It was desolate and lifeless, with extremely scarce resources. Even if one wanted to expand outwards, the surrounding area was nothing but wilderness.

What future can one have if one is always trapped in such a wilderness? As a red dragon with lofty ideals and ambitions, his ambitions go far beyond this.

The fertile central part of the continent, and the bustling ports along the coast, are the territories that Thor truly desires to conquer—only in those places can a sufficient number of intelligent beings provide him with a continuous supply of spiritual essence.

Therefore, this fortress complex, which the blue dragons had spent a great deal of effort building, was destined to be abandoned.

Under the orders of their new master, all sorts of evil creatures began to wantonly destroy and plunder the rough buildings: tearing off the gold leaf and gems inlaid on the walls, prying open the floor tiles to search for hidden treasures, determined to squeeze every last bit of value out of the place.

The emerald silk coiled around the dome of the tallest building, its claws gently toying with the golden short staff in its palm, its snake-like pupils fixed on the bustling scene below, its eyes filled with barely concealed excitement.

She secretly rejoiced that her decisive action had not been in vain—not only would she be able to share the treasure with the great red dragon, but she would also be granted the power of oversight.

This alone set her apart from other ordinary young dragons. She firmly believed that, given time and with her intelligence, she would surely rise to a position second only to the dragons themselves and above all others.

Even, when I'm a little older...

Tribeca glanced down at her dusty scales and felt even more disgusted by the desert climate. From today onward, she had to take better care of her body.

……

Thanks to the diligent search by the young dragons and numerous evil creatures, all the treasures that could be found in the Blue Dragon Territory were soon presented to Thor.

Mountains of gold and silver jewels were piled up, casting a golden glow on the surrounding air, and they looked quite numerous. But this was not all of the Blue Dragon's wealth.

A dragon that has lived for nearly 400 years will always build multiple hidden treasure vaults to store the truly precious treasures. The things displayed in the open in its territory are nothing more than low-value decorations.

Even so, these items combined are worth over 100,000 gold coins, which is quite a good haul.

Thor packed up all the valuables and planned to leave with the young dragons, returning to his territory.

He doesn't plan to occupy this territory that once belonged to the Blue Dragon for the time being—after all, without enough loyal subordinates, he simply can't manage such a large area of ​​land.

It's better to let this piece of meat rot in the pot first, letting other creatures fight over it. Once your own territory is well-established and you've entered the next stage of growth, then you can sweep across the entire wilderness and completely take it over.

However, just as he was about to leave, a peculiar being approached him.

It was a dragon-man, wearing a magnificent five-colored patchwork robe, with small horns on his forehead, his exposed skin covered with mottled dragon scale tattoos, and his hair displaying a peculiar five-colored gradient.

This is the Rainbow Scale Priestess, a priestess belonging to Tiamat.

He appeared out of nowhere, stood directly in front of Thor who was about to take off, bowed deeply, and spoke in an extremely respectful voice.

"Great Crimson Overlord, New King of the Wilderness! My name is Kasorak Flamethroat, a loyal servant of Her Majesty Tiamat."

It is an honor to witness you burn away the thunder with flames and demonstrate your royal power with strength.

The divine guidance brought us together here. From this day forward, I will become your mouthpiece, proclaiming your majesty to all the ignorant masses.

I am willing to become your henchman, to help you purge all rebellious elements and remnants of your former master;

I would rather be your loyal priest, offering blood and fire as sacrifices, praising your majesty, and serving your desires.

Whatever you point to, I will burn.

Whatever you desire, I will give you;

"Anyone who dares to defy your will will be made to experience firsthand the despair of dragonfire."

After uttering these words, which sounded like a hymn, he stood at his sides like the most loyal kobold, without making any further moves, seemingly eagerly seeking the approval of his new master.

Thor's eyes, like molten gold, blazed with almost tangible flames as he scrutinized the dragonman before him.

The other person wore a five-dragon crown and had a dragon tooth dagger at his waist. He did indeed exude the aura of that old bastard Tiamat—but it was precisely because of this that he became even more wary.

What exactly does that old man mean by suddenly sending out this guy? This dragonman's challenge level is probably above 15, making him fully capable of serving as the high priest of a large city. He is definitely not some low-level character you can find anywhere.

He didn't believe that his Dragon Charm was so great that the other party would swear allegiance at the slightest disagreement.

Thor had no interest in playing games, so his menacing vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he got straight to the point.

"Priestess of Rainbow Scales, there is no loyalty without a reason in this world. State your purpose! Otherwise, await being burned to ashes!"

Before the words were even finished, an immense pressure descended, pressing down on the dragon-man before them like a mountain.

Through the gaps in the fangs, one could see flames flickering in Thor's throat—his breath, imbued with dragon energy, was already poised to strike, showing no restraint whatsoever because of the opponent's identity.

The immense pressure caused cold sweat to instantly bead on Cazorlax's forehead, soaking the back of his robe.

Something seems off! I came here to surrender, so why is this red dragon so wary and ready to fight at the slightest provocation? Isn't he afraid of Princess Tiamat's punishment? Even the blue dragon from before didn't dare to be so disrespectful to me.

But it's too late to think about that now. He didn't know if His Majesty Tiamat would punish the one who attacked his priest. But he knew for sure that if he didn't handle the situation well, he would lose his life on the spot.

Damn it! Aren't red dragons supposed to be arrogant and conceited? Why is this guy acting even more cautious than a green dragon!

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Kasoraki felt a dryness in his throat, swallowing hard.

He initially intended to continue using words of praise to lull the other party into a false sense of security, but the frantic sense of crisis pounding in his mind ultimately led him to choose to tell the truth.

“Great Red Dragon, your power is like that of Princess Tiamat manifesting in the mortal realm. I implore that a temple of the Five-Colored Dragon Mother be built in this wilderness to unite believers and proclaim your and Her Majesty’s glory.”

What? Building that old man's temple?

Upon hearing this, Thor nearly spat out the flames that were raging in his mouth. That old man had already been secretly watching him; if he built a temple, what would become of him?

He immediately slammed his hand on the ground without hesitation, the immense force causing the sand and dust to tremble and the ground to crack open in fiery trenches.

"Ha—the source of the evil dragon, I acknowledge her nobility. But you must understand, this wilderness will ultimately be my territory, I am the god walking among men, I need no second voice!!"

Chapter 187 Departure

Although Thor spoke arrogantly and boastfully, he was actually a little uneasy inside. After all, that old hag Tiamat had always paid close attention to him, and who knew if she was hiding somewhere eavesdropping.

Speaking ill of others behind their backs, or even discussing a deity, could lead to retaliation if caught red-handed.

But the truth is, Saul was overthinking it. It's like how a teacher in a top-tier high school would be furious if a student failed an exam, while in a vocational high school with a poor atmosphere, the teacher would often just ignore it.

If devout believers are as numerous as carp crossing a river, then Tiamat's five chromatic dragons are all swarms of cleaners and catfish.

Such disrespect occurs almost every moment and is not worth her time to pay attention to.

Even so, Cazorlax, who heard Thor's words with his own ears, still couldn't help but feel a sense of shock.

As a priest of the Rainbow Scales who frequently dealt with the five-colored dragons, he naturally knew the nature of these evil dragons. But before the priests of the gods, even the most unruly dragons should at least put on a show, right? How could he so blatantly reveal his disrespect?

He couldn't afford to offend the great Empress Tiamat, nor could he afford to provoke the red dragon before him. Caught in the middle, he felt utterly tormented.

"But, but, Your Majesty Tiamat..."

Thor's molten gold pupils narrowed slightly, his ferocious head lowered, and two scorching breaths spewed from his nostrils.

Thick smoke, mixed with sparkling sparks, constantly washed over Cazorlax, causing his five-colored robes to flutter wildly in the wind.

If he weren't a Red Scale Bishop with the blood of a red dragon flowing through his veins, granting him extremely high resistance to high temperatures, he would probably have been severely burned by now.

But the powerful impact and terrifying pressure made him subconsciously lower his head, his words were interrupted, and he dared not say another word.

At this moment, Thor's mind was racing, constantly thinking about how to deal with the Rainbow Scale Priest in front of him.