NABC Chapter 146 Shadow Dragon
Chapter 146 Shadow Dragon
Chapter 148 Shadow Dragon
Being high in the sky is always a place where advantages and disadvantages intertwine—while gaining greater mobility and a wider attack range, it also makes one an easy target.
Taking advantage of the lull between the reloading of the Shadow Ballistae, Thor, trailing a long trail of flame, once again slammed into the drow city below.
This time he did not land, but maintained a low-altitude flight attitude, shuttling at high speed between the spiral castles.
While using these colossal structures to block the combined spells and heavy machinery attacks of the drow elves, they also spewed out surging rivers of fire, leaving terrifying trails of burning flames behind them.
The power of true dragons lies not only in their exaggerated physical attributes and terrifying breath weapons, but also in the wisdom and magic accumulated over countless years, as well as their mobility far exceeding that of ordinary creatures.
Due to his age, Thor's mastery of various spells naturally cannot compare with that of the drow elves who have lived for hundreds of years.
However, his wingspan, which far exceeds that of an ordinary red dragon, grants him exceptional mobility. Coupled with his continuous breath attacks supported by immense magical power, he is just like a terrifying bomber, unleashing pure destructive force.
A terrifying breath of fire enveloped the entire castle and the surrounding streets.
The spherical rock bursts fell, instantly obliterating the surrounding buildings and the enemies inside.
Combined with the heat rays that resembled a divine punishment sword, a single sweep severed a giant shadow ballista mounted on the outer castle, along with the castle's tip, sending it tumbling to the ground with a deafening roar.
Ordinary drow elves are not even worthy of Thor's direct gaze; those laughable arrows and scimitars cannot even scratch his scales.
Even the most powerful drow priests are no match for Thor on their own. When they try to unite and cast a spell together, they either become immobile targets or Thor has already gone far away.
The rampant destruction made Thor feel his blood boiling, surrounded by deafening explosions, piercing screams, and curses.
Teams of Drow mages followed him frantically, trying to extinguish the flames, but it was all in vain. Before long, most of the city was engulfed in flames.
Arachne stood on the balcony atop the Spider Queen's Temple, gazing at the burning city before her, feeling as if her heart was bleeding.
Her cold gaze followed the red dragon raging over the city, wishing she could skin it alive, yet she was powerless to stop it.
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For some reason, this damned monster not only has exceptionally tough scales, but also astonishingly high resistance to magic and immunity to mental attacks.
If an ordinary red dragon dared to step into the city of the drow elves like he did, it would have long been bewitched by magic, entangled in spider webs, its flames extinguished by darkness, and ultimately become yet another of her collectibles.
However, this guy was not only completely unaffected by mind magic, but also possessed an astonishing amount of magical power. Even under the cover of a large shadow domain, he was still able to continuously release flames, which was truly against common sense.
She knew she couldn't let things continue like this; those useless people outside were no match for this strange red dragon.
As she slowly lowered her raised staff, the darkness that enveloped the entire cave seemed to recede like a drawn curtain, shrinking back to the tip of the staff.
A pale purple, malevolent light shone on Arachne once more. Her cold gaze swept over the many priests behind her, and she pointed a finger.
The drow elf pointed at immediately showed a look of terror on its face, and its silky black skin began to melt, turning into puddles of writhing flesh amidst a shrill scream.
The abyss rift opened, and clumps of evil consciousness were projected out, burrowing into the remaining flesh and mud on the ground, transforming into countless indeterminate figures.
The once noble Drow elf has become a sacrifice offered to the Wax Melting Demon in an instant.
These handmaids of the Abyss Spider Queen are not only immune to venom, lightning, acid, and mind magic, but also possess extremely high resistance to ice and fire, making them one of the best choices for dealing with the red dragon.
But even with these dozen or so Wax-Melting Demons, it was still not enough; she needed more powerful subordinates to entangle that monster.
A shadowy figure flashed by, and Arachni disappeared from the temple balcony with the Waxmelt Fairy she had just summoned. When she reappeared, she was in a deep cave.
This place was not carved out, but rather a different space forcibly folded out from between the void and the rock.
The entire palace has an irregular spiderweb-like dome, and the four walls are made of obsidian and abyssal wax stone that are permeated with negative energy. Light is swallowed up when it shines on it, and even the dust floats slowly and lifelessly.
A shadow dragon, over 20 meters long, was suspended three zhang (approximately 10 meters) above the ground in darkness by eight dark spider silk talisman nails that pierced through space, securing a shoulder bone, wing root, spine, and tail vertebrae pierced from eight directions.
The Shadow Dragon's wings were forcibly spread, its wing membranes pierced by runes, making it impossible to fold them back or escape into the shadow plane.
His mouth was tightly bound by a mithril bridle, engraved with the "Forbidden Roar" rune, locking away dragon breath, dragon roar, and teleportation spells.
His eyes were covered by a flowing layer of dark wax film—the very power of the Wax-Melting Demon, which sealed his shadow-遁 (shadow-遁 is a type of shadow-like ability) and intimidating gaze.
The dragon scales were originally pure darkness, but now they were somewhat dull and grayish, as if their life force was being drained away little by little.
Sensing the vibrations in the air, the bound shadow dragon immediately began to struggle wildly, its immense force causing the entire space to shake, and the adamantine chains on its mouth rattled loudly.
Arachne slammed her scepter to the ground, a flash of light appeared, and dark purple electricity instantly spread across the Shadow Dragon's entire body, causing him to let out a painful howl.
A kind of reversal ritual was activated, and the shadow behemoth's body twisted involuntarily, its scales fell off, its claws and teeth retracted, and its wings and tail retracted into its body, eventually transforming into a naked male drow elf.
Arachne walked slowly forward, stretched out her bare foot, lifted the male drow's drooping head, and said in a charming tone.
"After all these years, you still haven't learned your lesson."
Why resist, Kirasin? Haven't we given you enough pleasure? If you just behave, you won't have to endure this pain and can experience heavenly pleasures at any time.
The drow elf, transformed from the shadow dragon, had a fierce glint in its crimson eyes, as if it wanted nothing more than to tear the damned creature before it to shreds.
However, the ubiquitous seals within his body, along with the long-term exploitation and damage to his very essence, made it incredibly difficult for him to even move a single finger.
"Damn you lowly bastards, once I'm free, I'll crush you all into dust!"
These resentful words made Arachne's expression turn cold, and she stomped on his face without any politeness, ruthlessly trampling on it.
But in an instant, the expression on her face melted away like ice and snow, transforming once again into a blooming poppy.
"Since you're unwilling, I won't force you. Before I leave, please ask you and your child to do me one last favor!"
I've set my sights on a new dragon; he's more majestic and stronger than you, and he'll surely produce healthier babies.
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