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Chapter 148 Fierce Battle
Chapter 150 Fierce Battle
The overwhelming barrage of shadow arrows was like snowflakes falling into water; once they entered the area covered by Thor's aura of incineration, 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 prepare 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, accompanied by a vast expanse of shadow, charged toward him.
Its 25-meter length far surpasses its size; though 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 suddenly charged fiercely at his feet, but its entire body seemed to have no substance, and it swept past the ruins of the castle.
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 didn't dodge. His molten gold pupils flashed with a fierce light, and he took the initiative to meet the attack with his chest, which was covered in the thickest scales. He opened his ferocious mouth 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 toward 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 insidious guys 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.
If we turn back time slightly, to the moment when Thor attacked the Shadow Dragon, the man clad in his elaborate robes...
Arachni had 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 dried corpses 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.