radicalducati Chapter 147 Fierce Battle
Chapter 147 Fierce Battle
Chapter 149 Fierce Battle (Part 1)
"Roar! Flee! And then be utterly annihilated!"
Endless flames spewed from Thor's mouth, each breath ending the lives of at least a dozen people.
The constant flashing notifications of his essence growth were so dense they were like a screen being refreshed. Since he entered the Drow Elf city, his essence had increased by nearly a thousand points.
Painful wails echoed throughout the city. The heavy darkness that had enveloped the entire cave seemed to be forcibly torn apart by the surging fire element, and suddenly vanished without a trace.
As his vision cleared again and the attacks around him gradually subsided, Thor took the opportunity to land on top of a surviving spiral castle. While stuffing energy food into his mouth to replenish his energy, he cautiously scanned his surroundings.
He knew in his heart that such a big commotion would never destroy the city that the Drow elves had spent hundreds or even thousands of years building.
It could even be said that the vast majority of lives did not perish under his attack, but instead hid in various concealed underground tunnels and cellars.
As creatures that have long inhabited the Darklands, an environment filled with intrigue and assassination, their combat abilities may not be top-notch, but their ability to escape is absolutely first-rate.
So, is this because they have no other options and are planning to give up resistance in order to minimize their losses?
Or are they secretly plotting some ruthless scheme to deliver a fatal blow?
Unless Lolth herself descends, Thor shows no fear, even when facing a legendary powerhouse among the drow elves.
With his powerful resistances, tough scales, swift mobility, and wide-range breath attacks, even if he can't defeat those strong opponents, they won't be able to stop him.
Thoughts flashed through my mind, and just then, a hoarse dragon roar suddenly exploded.
The sounds of pain and madness echoed through the cave. Thor suddenly looked up and was shocked to find a dark shadow that had appeared in the center of the city and was expanding like a vortex.
First, monsters, each over two meters tall and resembling half-melted candles, emerged from the shadows, their scarlet eyes embedded in the center of their bodies, and eight tentacles whipping around them like whips.
Immediately afterwards, a large number of drow elves emerged from the shadows. Compared to their slender counterparts, they appeared exceptionally tall and robust, their bodies covered in purplish-black scales, and with a pair of translucent bat wings extending from their backs—they were all dragonborn.
Thor recognized the Waxmelters and Shadow Dragonborn at a glance from the Dragon Legacy in his mind, but his gaze did not linger on them. Instead, he stared intently at the hideous figure that emerged from the shadows at the last moment.
It was a colossal creature nearly 25 meters long, its slender body covered with translucent scales resembling obsidian, and its broad bat wings on its back were like pure shadows, with wisps of black smoke constantly emanating from their edges.
His eyes, which should have been pure black, were now crimson, and a strange spider mark was imprinted in the center of his forehead. Wisps of eerie pale purple light flowed continuously across his body.
A powerful aura of shadow enveloped an area of nearly 50 meters around him, like deep seawater, constantly swallowing and distorting the surrounding light.
This is a shadow dragon, a shadow dragon that is at least in its prime. Its body, twisted and modified by the Fallen Shadow Realm, makes Thor unable to recognize its former species, but he can clearly feel its deep and powerful aura.
Looking at the dozens or even hundreds of drow elves and shadow dragonkin surrounding him, Thor grinned, revealing a mocking smile.
"So that's why these black-skinned rats have dragon descendants under their command. Turns out they've captured a breeding boar."
"You bastard corrupted by shadows, don't you feel ashamed? If it were me, I would have snapped my own neck long ago to avoid disgracing the dragon race of the world!"
The loud roar carried far and wide, stirring up waves of heat.
As the shadow dragon appeared, the aura of incineration surrounding Thor began to surge, and towering flames rose like pillars, even melting the castle beneath his feet.
However, these words received no response. Upon closer inspection, the eyes of the shadow dragon, along with those of the surrounding drow dragonborn, were devoid of reason, displaying only a savage, bestial nature.
Clearly, their minds had been erased; at this moment, they were less like living beings and more like puppets being manipulated.
This was something the drow elves could not do, since all true dragons, including dragonborn, possessed an innate pride and rarely submitted to other creatures.
If they retain their sanity, even with numerous magical restrictions, they will never obey orders and will only fight to the death.
Only white dragons, those weak white dragons, those wild white dragons, whose intelligence as adults is even less than that of ordinary humans, are tamed by other creatures when they are young.
Even so, once they reach adulthood and their intelligence increases, they will always be thinking of turning against them.
"Don't get too cocky, you fire-breathing idiot. Before long, you'll end up like this shadow dragon—"
I trampled it under my feet.
"Either you'd better be sensible and surrender now, so you can suffer less."
A cold, sharp voice came from above the Shadow Dragon's head. Thor looked up and saw a nearly naked female drow, wearing only an elaborate robe and holding an obsidian staff, standing there.
On her smooth, delicate abdomen was a pale purple spider demon pattern, from which a large number of tiny rays of light shot out, connecting with the many drow elf dragonborn around her.
With his limited magical knowledge, Thor could only recognize that it was a control spell based on bloodline release, commonly found among creatures with blood ties.
Could it be that all those drow dragonborn are this guy's children? Considering the birth rate of the elven race, that's probably unlikely. Perhaps they are more like her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, or even great-grandchildren.
This really sounds like something those black-skinned rats would do.
Thor didn't even bother to respond to the high priest's words, instead tilting his head back and blasting a beam of scorching heat at him.
A scorching beam of light, orange-red with a hint of blue, streaked across the sky, but was blocked by a layer of pitch-black shadow the moment it approached the shadow dragon.
There is never an absolute relationship of restraint between light and darkness; their strength depends only on which side is more powerful.
As a being at least in its prime, although this shadow dragon's condition was somewhat abnormal, the immense magical power contained within its body was undeniable.
In the next instant, countless drow elves and dragonborn, along with the wax molten demons, swarmed in like a dark, dense swarm of bats.
Vast amounts of shadow energy gathered between their claws, compressed into jet-black energy spheres, from which countless shadow arrows shot out.
The already dark cave seemed to grow even darker at this moment.
With a roar from Thor, the flames surrounding him surged even higher.
The raging fire elements continued to gather, causing the color of the flames to gradually change from the original orange-red to incandescent.