OBS Chapter 163 Battle
Chapter 163 Battle
Chapter 165 Battle
All true dragons are generally proud to the bone. They look down on all living beings in the world with disdain. Only a few beings that have gained their recognition can be treated as equals.
In some ways, the metallic dragons are even more proud than the five-colored dragons. After all, the five-colored dragons may sometimes choose to submit due to violence and coercion, but the metallic dragons, because of their inherent principles, are often unyielding and will never bow their heads until death.
To expect a golden dragon to bow down and submit to a red dragon is practically a fantasy.
No sooner had Thor finished speaking than anger flashed across Alan's face, his lips parted sharply to reveal fangs as white and lustrous as jade.
"Metal dragons will never yield to evil dragons! Evil red dragon, you're just deluding yourself; do you really think you have victory in your grasp?!"
The last remaining Celestial Servant reached out and lightly brushed the blade of his sword. In an instant, golden light shone down, and the flames burning on the sword rose more than ten feet high. With a solemn expression, he spoke in a deep voice.
"There's no need to waste words on this evil dragon; even if the sword of justice is broken, it will never bend!"
Seeing the expressions on their faces, which showed no concern whatsoever for their fallen companion, Thor immediately understood that they must have thought that the slain Seraphim had merely returned to the heavens and had not truly perished.
Indeed, this is true; summoned creatures that do not appear in their true form usually do not suffer much damage to their original form after being fatally attacked.
However, Thor glanced at the notification that flashed below his line of sight and a cold smile immediately appeared on his face.
[Mental Essence +131]
These words appeared at the very moment the Celestial Servant died, which undoubtedly proves that a part of his soul had been forever devoured by the wheel in his mind.
Even if they survive after returning to the Celestial Realm, they will lose some of their memories and may even suffer severe intellectual impairment.
And to restore things to their original state, who knows when that will be?
If one is unlucky and no extraordinary event occurs, it is possible that one will never recover in this lifetime.
Therefore, no one can show off their power in front of him and then escape unscathed without paying any price, not even summoned creatures that descend in avatars!
"You ungrateful wretches, then let me personally twist off your wings and break your spines, and see if you'll ever bow your heads!"
A large dragon crystal, shimmering with a bluish-white light, appeared in mid-air and was grabbed by Thor and stuffed into his mouth. His metallic fangs snapped open and closed as if he were chewing candy, making a "crunch" sound as he bit into the hard dragon crystal.
As the dragon crystal fell into his stomach, which was like an elemental furnace, a massive amount of pure energy surged out, flowing continuously—
It surged into his limbs and bones, replenishing the magic power and dragon attribute energy he had previously consumed.
Jinlong's wealth was obvious to all, and Thor was by no means poor either.
The flames on his body, which had been somewhat waning, surged once more under the nourishment of this immense energy. Black and red lightning intertwined and weaved within the flames, stimulating his muscles to expand continuously. Crimson light emanated from the gaps in his stretched scales, like flowing magma.
The pair of wings behind him, with a wingspan of over 45 meters, were now shrouded in a layer of flames, making them appear even larger.
With each flap of its wings, a large number of flames explode behind it, leaving a continuous cloud of fire in the air.
In the next instant, Thor, like a shooting star, charged toward the distant golden dragon with overwhelming force.
The distance of a few hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye, and the two giant beasts were once again locked in fierce combat.
On Thor's thick neck, veins bulged, and his blood vessels flowed with concentrated, immense energy and magic.
A thunderous sound echoed in his throat, followed by a sudden, pillar-like exhalation of scorching breath. Wherever the flames passed, the air twisted and exploded, and several thin clouds were instantly evaporated without a trace.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, Alan dared not take it head-on. Her body suddenly spun to the side, her golden scales drawing a bright arc in the sunlight, and her long tail lashed out like an iron chain, striking Thor hard in the ribs.
boom!!
A muffled sound echoed through the sky, and black and red dragonfire and golden light exploded simultaneously. Thor's ribs caved in instantly, but his powerful muscles snapped back up.
"You're so weak, you can't even tickle me!"
A wild roar erupted from his mouth, and his ferocious head suddenly swung back, then bit down on the golden dragon's neck.
Alan quickly withdrew his claws to block, his golden toe bones colliding fiercely with Thor's massive fangs. Sparks flew everywhere along with shattered golden scales, and both were thrown back by the impact.
With greater strength and superior physical attributes, Thor managed to stabilize himself even though he was slightly smaller in stature.
His broad wings suddenly folded together, and the sharp blades at the edges, like axes, swept across the sky, slicing towards the golden dragon's body.
Alan quickly rolled through the air, narrowly dodging the attack, and then exhaled a dazzling purifying breath.
Facing the oncoming golden flames, Thor neither dodged nor avoided them. The blackish-red flames, as viscous as oil, rolled and tumbled against his scales. He swooped down, defying the golden dragon's breath, his two front claws gripping her shoulder blades tightly, the tips piercing the force field and embedding themselves deeply into her scales.
The two giant dragons tumbled and crashed together in mid-air, plummeting from the top of the clouds. Their claws tore wildly, their fangs snapped at each other, shattered scales flew everywhere, and blood and flames mingled and scattered across the sky.
The remaining Celestial Servant transformed into a streak of light and charged from afar, brandishing his greatsword and launching a series of slashes at Thor's back.
However, Thor paid no attention to this, focusing all his attention on the golden dragon in front of him, letting the dragon leave shallow, crisscrossing marks on his back and wings, but it was never able to completely tear through the tough scales.
The difference in strength and physique quickly put Alan at a disadvantage in this close combat.
But she didn't panic. She kicked Thor hard in the abdomen with both legs and used the recoil to break free from his grip. However, she was left with two gruesome scars on her body.
She seemed to feel no pain at all, and suddenly lowered her head, causing the dragon horns on her head to turn into golden spears, piercing straight for Thor's right eye.
Thor's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to turn his head away in time, the tip of his horn grazing the iron scales near his eye socket, sending up a trail of hot sparks.
In the next instant, the two giant dragons soared into the air once more, their wings flapping and creating scorching winds as they unleashed a torrent of breath.
The two enormous pillars of fire collided with a deafening roar.
Violent explosions rang out one after another, and black, red, and golden flames exploded like fireworks.
The dense embers trailed long streaks of light as they slowly descended from the sky. A goblin watching from a distance looked up in disbelief, only to see a golden radiance before a bowl-sized scar appeared on its head.
Attack! Attack! Attack again!
Relying on his tough scales, Thor ignored all incoming attacks and simply unleashed a destructive torrent upon his opponent.
As the battle continued, Alan's physical strength and magic power were rapidly depleted, but the red dragon opposite him seemed to have inexhaustible energy and even became more and more ferocious.
She felt that each of the opponent's attacks was getting heavier and heavier, making it increasingly difficult to defend against.
In a sudden moment, her body went limp, and her head throbbed with pain from the excessive depletion of her magic.
Her thoughts were momentarily confused, and her movements slowed down for a instant. By the time she came to her senses, a massive tail blade, resembling a giant ship-slaying sword, was already slashing towards her.