hooklinebooks Chapter 185 Sever
Chapter 185 Sever
Chapter 185 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.
The 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 again, and tiny buds sprouted from the torn thorax, intertwining with each other and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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 dare to be stubborn even when you're about to die? Then let me rip 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 His 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 this red dragon back!"
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.
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