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Killing him outright was undoubtedly the simplest option. He didn't believe that old man would lay a hand on him for such a lowly bastard.

If you refuse him and make him go back to where he came from, pretending nothing happened, you're afraid that this damn guy won't give up and will cause some more trouble later.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like a bad thing for me that the other party wants to build a temple in the wilderness.

The common five-colored dragons opposed the appearance of temples in their territories because they feared that Tiamat would covet their lands and wealth, and they also did not want to attract too much attention.

But he never intended to occupy Kalendak's territory right now. Rather than letting it fall into disrepair, he would rather let the Rainbow Scale Priest manage it for the time being and take a cut from it.

As for Tiamat's attention, it's safe to say that at his rate of growth, he can't escape it. He's long since become indifferent to it, like a lice that don't itch when they're plentiful.

Thoughts churned in his mind, but only a moment had passed in the outside world. Just as Kasorak thought he was going to return empty-handed again and was worried about his life, the deep dragon roar above his head sounded once more.

"Nothing nobler than the true dragon is allowed to exist in his territory, but I am so devout in my faith in the great mother."

This time, I'll take pity on you and make an exception, granting your request.

Temples may be built, but the tallest and largest statue in them must be mine! Seventy percent of the offerings, treasures, blood, and reverence must first be offered to me.

You must make all believers understand that to believe in me is to believe in the great Empress Tiamat, and that those who disobey me, even priests of the gods, will be burned to ashes!

Kazorak hadn't expected things to take such a turn for the better, but the demands made by the red dragon were troubling him.

How could a statue taller and larger than the deity himself appear in the temple of the gods? This is not only against the rules, but also a desecration of the gods.

Even the Lord of the North Wind, who reveres kindness, could never tolerate such unreasonable behavior, let alone the evil Five-Colored Dragon Mother, who would surely unleash her thunderous wrath.

Seemingly seeing through the dragonman's struggle and fear, Thor's eyes revealed a hint of disdain as he spoke again.

"Use your brain, you fool! The great Thor doesn't need to ascend the altar. Place my statue at the temple entrance to guard the glory of the Mother of Dragons, understand?"

I permit you to levy a tithe on all living things within this territory, but remember, seventy percent of it must go to me. If you dare shortchange me even a single copper coin, I'll rip your head off!

After saying that, Thor ignored the dragonman in front of him. His wide wings suddenly flapped, and a scorching wind spread out with the shockwave. His huge body soared into the sky, carrying a string of young dragons and flying into the distance.

Seeing this, Kasoraki, who had been knocked to the ground, quickly got up and shouted loudly at Thor's back.

"I understand! Great Red Dragon! As you command!"

"Where should the temple be built? What should its size be? How many people can you provide?"

However, these inquiries were destined to go unanswered, and in the blink of an eye, the fiery meteor had already disappeared into the horizon.

This guy showed up all by himself, clearly intending to get something for nothing, but Thor was a step ahead and simply dumped the mess on him.

Want to build a temple in his territory? He agreed, but the manpower, materials, and money would have to be found by themselves.

Thor didn't care whether he could subdue other creatures, whether he could collect tithes, or whether he could defend the temple.

Anyway, he had already agreed to the other party's request, and not a single penny of the 70% tribute could be shortchanged.

…………

A giant red dragon led a group of young dragons across the sky, looking like a rainbow extending from the red light.

Unlike his sudden arrival, which didn't attract much attention, Thor's departure drew countless gazes.

Eagles descended from the sky, and swift centaur scouts galloped across the grasslands, delivering messages to various settlements in the wilderness.

The king of the cave dwellers in the dark depths of hell gripped his battle axe, casting a longing gaze toward the bountiful land.

In the distant clouds, an elderly silver dragon is stretching its body.

Even the demons in the far reaches of the abyss began to lick their lips.

The most venomous gaze, however, came from the shadows of the desert. A massive blue dragon lay prostrate in an underground cave, its dark golden pupils fixed on the light projected onto the crystal ball.

You can see that a large piece of his upper jaw, along with his horn, is missing, and the wound is rotting and oozing pus, showing no signs of healing.

The residual energy from Thor's destructive breath clung to the flesh of the wound like a leech, and even with the regenerative abilities and magic of a true dragon, it could not be completely removed.

If the injury continues to spread, this strong blue dragon, Kalendak, might die a miserable death in some corner.

He was terrified that the red dragon would find and kill him, so after escaping he dared not make any big moves for fear of revealing his whereabouts.

Fortunately, the other party had already left. He immediately rushed out from under the sand, enduring the excruciating pain all over his body, flapping his dull wings, and heading straight for his last chance of survival.

Chapter 188 Blood Sacrifice

How could a dragon that has lived for nearly four hundred years willingly face death and allow its power to gradually diminish?

Kalendak not only didn't want to die, but he also longed to become stronger, strong enough to take revenge on the red dragon and reclaim everything he had lost.

To achieve this goal, ordinary methods would certainly not work; only the darkest, bloodiest, and most forbidden power could satisfy his needs.

After flying for nearly a day and a night with his battered body, he finally crossed his former territory and arrived at the territory of another blue dragon deep in the desert.

After entering his youth, during his long life spanning hundreds of years, he had several spouses and naturally fathered many children.

Although the vast majority of them perished long ago, quite a few survived.

The blue dragon in this territory is one of his offspring with another blue dragon more than a hundred years ago, named Isos Theralis...

Having reached adulthood, Isos had recently left the clan, and this was his newly established territory.

Originally, Kalendak did not want to look for him, and preferred to target Nefarian, that useless descendant.

But that damned fellow left the territory for some unknown reason a few years ago and hasn't returned since, thus luckily escaping this calamity.

……

Being of the same blue dragon lineage, coupled with the connection between their bloodlines and the difference in age and experience, allowed Kalendak to easily break through the simple defenses within Isos's territory and head straight for his lair.

It was an abandoned castle half-submerged in sand and gravel. Long ago, it may have belonged to a glorious kingdom, but now it had become the lair of a dragon.

The tremendous flapping of wings and the ferocious aura in the air instantly awakened Isos, who was slumbering in the abandoned castle. A fierce glint flashed in his amber eyes as he burst out through the hole in the ceiling, letting out an angry roar to the sky.

"Who dares to invade the territory of the great Isos?!"

When Isos's gaze fell upon the enormous blue dragon charging towards him from afar, its broken head, dull scales, and chilling evil aura, a look of shock flashed in his eyes before he turned and ran without looking back.

Dragons are somewhat like tigers. Once they reach adulthood and separate, they will never easily come and go. If they do, it usually means fighting and a deadly battle.

He didn't believe that his adoptive father's sudden visit could bring anything good. Judging from the other party's miserable appearance, he must have encountered a formidable enemy. It would be best to run away first.

But how could a blue dragon that has only just come of age and is at a challenge level of about fifteen possibly outrun a mature blue dragon at a challenge level of nineteen or higher? Moreover, they are direct blood relatives, and there may have already been hidden traps on them.

Before long, Isos was trapped deep in the desert. Kalendak's massive body fell silently, carrying the shadow of death, both dangerous and resolute.

A burst of lightning flashed, an angry roar echoed through the sky, blood splattered, and scales scattered. The fierce battle did not last long, and soon silence returned.

It was nearly night, and the moonlight shone on Kalendak's increasingly dilapidated body, revealing an aura of deathly stillness, almost like that of a dragon lich.

Blood gathered at his feet, but strangely it did not seep into the sand. Instead, it slithered around like small, crimson snakes, revealing a vibrant, bloody glow.

A series of sinister and cruel dragon roars erupted from his gaping maw, and some evil being responded to his call, casting a pleased glance from the bottomless abyss.

The corpse and soul of a fully grown dragon, fresh blood, and forbidden blood sacrifices—all these combined are enough to please any greedy being.

Then He generously bestowed His blessing, and the blood on the ground began to boil, gushing out of Isos and flowing into Callendak.

A piercing pain, as if being bitten by a thousand ants, emanated from within my body, accompanied by an endless surge of power.

His tattered scales rapidly fell off, his hideous scars visibly healed, and bone fragments and granulation tissue extended from his severed upper jaw, covered by a membrane, and began to regrow little by little.

As the moonlight was covered by dark clouds and the ceremony drew to a close, Kalendak's injuries had almost completely healed. His muscles bulged, and his scales emitted an evil glow, as if he had become even stronger.

He eagerly reached out his paw to touch the tip of his nose, only to find a bare patch—the single horn that symbolized the blue dragon's power and majesty had never grown back.

A surge of immense disappointment welled up within him, causing him to let out an angry roar. The rolling sound waves, carrying shockwaves, spread outwards, crushing the blue dragon's corpse, which had become completely dry and grayish-white, into dust.

"Why! Why haven't my horns grown back! Why haven't my strength been fully restored?!"

"It must be that this piece of trash's bloodline power is insufficient. I have many more offspring; I can continue killing! As long as I sacrifice them all, I can definitely recover, and even become stronger!!"

After venting his anger, Kalendak immediately flapped his wings and soared into the sky again, disappearing into the distance.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't cast even a glance at the ashes scattered on the ground, showing ruthlessness and cruelty.

……

The presence of those young dragons severely slowed Thor's progress, so when he saw the rolling hills again, quite some time had passed.

As winter approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the howling north wind is already carrying small ice particles.

This is where the advantage of having a volcano in the territory becomes apparent—the continuous heat rising from the ground acts like a natural greenhouse, causing tender green shoots to sprout again in the terraced fields on the surrounding low hills.

Thor's return, as always, startled many creatures; after all, his enormous size and imposing presence made it difficult to go unnoticed.

When he landed at the crater with a deafening roar, his various subordinates spontaneously surrounded him without him needing to be summoned.

Leilia was still at the forefront, her azure body rumbling with thunder as she pounced at Thor's feet. She raised her long neck, knelt on the ground, and swayed her nimble tail slightly, giving a respectful greeting.

"Great Red Dragon! Welcome back! I have prepared a sumptuous feast for you, so please enjoy it at any time..."

As she spoke, she glanced around and saw a group of colorful baby dragons looking at her with a mixture of shock and disdain.

Aren't these the dragon cubs from the oasis? How did they get brought here by the red dragon? And what is that stone box he's holding in his claws? Even through the thick stone slabs, one can feel an immense power of thunder.

Could it be that old bastard Stormfang has actually...

Her suspicions made her expression even more submissive, and her nimble tail snaked and twisted, trying to bend forward again.

Chapter 189 Preparations Before Sleep

"presumptuous!"

A burst of intense flames suddenly erupted, accompanied by wildly flashing black lightning. Thor swung his front paws and slapped away the unruly tail.

The impact was so powerful that two blue scales on the tip of Leilia's tail burst open, and bright red blood seeped out. The intense burning pain spread, making her dare not make any more sneaky movements.

The young dragons that Thor brought back witnessed this scene, and their eyes showed even deeper contempt.

Leilia, however, paid no attention, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the little ones, pausing briefly on one of the green dragon hatchlings, where she clearly sensed a strong hostility beyond mere contempt.

A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on her lips, revealing her gleaming white fangs. She secretly plotted to find an opportunity to let these brats experience again what it means to have awe for power.

Thor ignored the dragons' infighting and slammed the huge stone box in his claws onto the ground with a dull thud.

When the stone slab on the surface of the stone box was cut open, a large amount of ice crystals rolled out, revealing the single horn inside, which was entirely blue and shimmered with tiny lightning bolts.

The lightning elements in the surrounding environment seemed to be drawn to something and became unusually active. Tiny static electricity accumulated in the air, causing the volcanic ash piled up on the ground to slowly float into the air.

Despite having suspected it beforehand, Leilia was still greatly shocked when she saw the horn with her own eyes.

From birth, she had lived under the rule of Stormfang, and over the decades, she had a very clear understanding of the power of this mature blue dragon.

This is a powerful dragon that has lived for nearly 400 years! 400 years is a long time, enough for some dynasties to rise and fall.

At this moment, the single horn that represented his power and dignity was casually placed in front of him, but the cause of the matter was nothing more than the whim of the red dragon in front of him.

A dragon can destroy a powerful clan that has dominated the wilderness for centuries at will; this is what a true evil dragon should look like.

When will I become that powerful? In adulthood? In my prime? Neither seems likely. The only chance lies with the red dragon before me; perhaps by borrowing his incomparably pure bloodline…

The turbulent thoughts made Leilia feel her blood rushing through her body, and her mind was a little dizzy, until she received a heavy blow to the head.

"Damn idiot! What are you spacing out for! I'm asking you if you have any way to keep this horn alive."

Leilia was quickly jolted out of her chaotic thoughts, her gaze falling on the enormous unicorn in the stone box.

Even though some time has passed, the horn still retains a faint vitality because Thor actively extracted the residual energy from the wound, combined with the vigorous vitality of the true dragon's flesh and blood, as well as the effect of low-temperature preservation.

Those wicked ideas flashed through her mind, prompting her to give an answer almost without thinking.

"By using the blood of a blue dragon, combined with pure magic, and supplemented with a little magical means, it can be kept alive indefinitely."

Blue dragon's blood?

Thor glanced at Leilia with ill intent, then swept his gaze over the blue dragon whelps among them, but ultimately chose not to attack them.

"Go and bring that piece of trash Nefarian over here, and bleed him a little!"

After giving a brief instruction, Thor turned his attention back to the remaining essence balance on the giant roulette wheel in his mind.

Although he failed to capture Kalendak in the battle, the presence of many onlookers and the subsequent impact of the news still provided him with over a thousand points of essence.