NABC Chapter 144 Destruction
Chapter 144 Destruction
Chapter 146 Destruction
As a city of over ten thousand drow elves with a permanent population, it is naturally impossible for them to be completely unprepared.
The entire city was surrounded and the sky was covered with dense spider silk, as thick as steel wire, making it impossible for ordinary creatures to pass through. The specially left passages were also heavily guarded.
With the giant spiders that inhabit the webs and constantly move around as a watchdog, even if a large army attacks, the drow elves can buy enough time to react.
However, they never expected that, faced with these layers of protection and obstruction, Thor would choose the most brute and direct approach.
The flames on his body, reaching temperatures of over a thousand degrees, instantly snap any spider silk that touched it; his blade-sharp wings could tear open large swathes of space with a single swipe.
Faced with the giant spider blocking his way, he neither dodged nor avoided it, but charged straight at it.
The thorns that rose like flames on the alloy scales tore through the bodies of these giant arthropods under the high-speed impact, and their dying counterattacks did not even leave a shallow scratch on him.
So, by the time those Drow noblewomen realized what was happening, Thor had already pierced through layers of defense like a red-hot iron ball.
His gaze swept downwards, intending to land on the towering temple, but human reason ultimately prevailed. With a slight flap of his wings, he instead crashed into another pointed castle to the side.
After all, the legendary Spider Queen Lolth controls many evil realms such as conspiracy, assassination, and revenge. To say that she is as narrow-minded as a pinhead is an understatement. It is best not to provoke her for the time being.
Killing some drow elves is nothing, just a fight between believers in the lower realms. But to openly trample on her temple would be an insult to her dignity, and that would be a real disaster.
These thoughts flashed through Thor's mind, and the castle, reinforced by magic and spider silk, swayed beneath his heavy body.
Large chunks of rubble rolled down, but were held firmly in mid-air by the spider silk that served as wires in the castle; the parts touched by his claws began to turn red rapidly, and crimson lava flowed down.
The erotic atmosphere that permeated the air was instantly dispersed by the exploding flames; the aphrodisiac mists used to enhance the pleasure were burned with crackling sounds by Thor's incinerating aura before they could even get close to his body.
Looking down at the disheveled drow elves, the various other evil creatures, and even a considerable number of humans, Thordr grinned, revealing a sinister smile.
"You lewd scum, let me use fire to entertain you!"
Before he finished speaking, his muscular chest swelled up, and a dazzling flame shone through the gaps in his stretched scales.
The terrifying magic transformed into flames at that moment, not only swelling his entire chest, abdomen, and throat by a size, but also turning into a crimson-blue wave of flames that suddenly spewed out from his hideous maw.
The raging flames started as a thin wisp, but as the distance increased, they expanded and soon became a river of flames more than 50 meters long and nearly 20 meters wide.
The terrifying breath had barely touched the ground when it began to spread outwards, like a blooming lotus flower, enveloping most of the square.
As the intense heat approached, the drow elves and various creatures below awoke as if from a dream, letting out piercing screams.
The more powerful priests and mages instinctively unleashed life-saving magic, with dark shields rising from the ground, protecting their bodies like fragile eggshells.
Warriors and wanderers without magical abilities could only desperately flee outwards.
But with a sea of fire burning all around, where could they escape to? In the end, they could only be swallowed up by the flames in despair, their skin charred, their hair ignited, and their fat melted like candles, quickly turning into a pile of charred remains.
True dragons' signature breath attack is their most powerful weapon, and when it comes from the mouth of a red dragon like Thor, whose bloodline is purified and who also has multiple monster templates, its power is terrifying.
Under such extreme heat, even metal and rock would melt rapidly, let alone flesh and blood.
More than 80% of the lives were burned to ashes within three seconds of being engulfed in flames. Subsequently, several less powerful mages exhausted their magic power and were unable to maintain their shields against the flames, following in the footsteps of the former.
The remaining ones were undoubtedly the elite of the drow elves. They used abilities such as teleportation and shadow leap to escape the area engulfed by the flames.
When Thor stopped spewing flames, the entire plaza was completely devoid of any trace of its former state, leaving only a pool of boiling, crimson lava.
He slowly raised his head, looked around at the shadows, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.
"As expected of a scumbag who grew up amidst intrigue and scheming, his reaction speed is quite fast!"
A drow priest dressed in a magnificent robe appeared at the highest point of the temple, staring coldly at Thor, raising his obsidian staff high and shouting sternly.
"Damn red dragon! Whatever your reason for attacking our city, you will pay the price!"
An evil magical aura flickered around her, and a dark shadow rapidly spread from the tip of her staff, like ink dripping into water, plunging the entire underground cave into utter darkness.
All forces of light and heat were absolutely suppressed at this moment. Even the incineration aura that Thor was emanating from was compressed, only able to extend to a range of more than ten meters outside his body.
His dark vision was also affected, and he could no longer see things as clearly as before, so he had to focus more on echolocation and his keen sense of smell.
Is it a wide-area darkness spell, or a shadow field?
The doubts in my mind flashed by, but the drow elves' counterattack had already begun.
Faced with a barrage of arrows and various spells projected from the darkness, Thor remained calm, simply spreading his wide wings to shield himself like a shield.
The wings, which should have been wreathed in flames, were now covered with a deep blackish-red color, filled with powerful dragon-attribute energy that shielded them from all external magical damage; the fine alloy scales possessed extraordinary toughness, making them impossible for ordinary objects to break through.
The violent collisions continued, but they could not tear apart the thick wing membrane. A dazzling flash appeared in Thor's mouth, and a large amount of magic power continued to flow in and compress.
The next instant, a scorching ray with a diameter of nearly one meter shot out from his mouth.
The surrounding deep darkness seemed to be torn apart by the extreme light and heat, leaving behind broken arcs of light.
One after another, massive castles, tens or even hundreds of meters in diameter, were cut in half at the waist, their upper halves tilting and crashing down, causing the earth to tremble.
Boom!!!
A huge explosion rang out, followed by a heavy crash. Smoke billowed into the darkness, and flying stones shot out like projectiles.
Many drow elves hiding in the castle were burned to ashes by the high temperature before they could escape, while many more drow soldiers were hit by falling boulders and smashed into pieces without even uttering a sound.
This terrifying attack reduced large swathes of the city to ruins, and the attacking drow elves seemed to be stunned by it, falling into an instant silence.
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