Thanatos has four different areas that can be attacked, each with its own health and resistance :
Head (422,500,000 health) - Dispatch to defeat Thanatos.
Wings (422,500,000 health) - Dispatch to defeat Thanatos.
Arms (92,500,000 health) - Dispatch to enable Fire Weakness on the Head. Reduces damage to Head by a maximum of 27%, scaled by the amount of health left.
Legs (92,500,000 health) - Dispatch to enable Water Weakness on the Wings. Reduces damage to Wings by a maximum of 27%, scaled by the amount of health left.
Thanatos has Piercing, Water, Fire, Wind and Earth Resistances, and Fire and Water Weaknesses.
Head - +18 Piercing Resistance (Max block 18%), +15 Fire Resistance (Max block 5%), -10 Fire Weakness (Maximum bonus 10%, enabled when Arms is defeated)
Wings - +18 Piercing Resistance (Max block 18%), +15 Water Resistance (Max block 5%), -10 Water Weakness (Maximum bonus 10%, enabled when Legs are defeated)
All parts of Thanatos have Divine Armor. This armor requires 700 Divine Power to get full damage, and blocks a maximum of 30% with no Divine Power, degrading by 0.0428% for each point of Divine Power you have.
While fighting Thanatos, there are 5 siege weapons that can be launched to deal extra damage.
All Siege Weapons hit Thanatos's Head and Wings and are unaffected by blocks and resistances. *Thanatos's Head and Wings has 845,000,000 HP
Name
Clicks
Damage Dealt
%HP Dealt*
Valerian Soldiers
15
22,000,000 dmg 1,466,667 dmg/click
2.6 % 0.17 % per click
Elven Rangers
30
25,000,000 dmg 833,333 dmg/click
2.96 % 0.1 % per click
Dwarven Militia
45
28,000,000 dmg 622,222 dmg/click
3.31 % 0.07 % per click
Archer Allies
60
31,000,000 dmg 516,667 dmg/click
3.67 % 0.06 % per click
Gray Wizards
65
34,000,000 dmg 523,077 dmg/click
4.02 % 0.06 % per click
Totals
215
140,000,000 dmg 651,163 dmg/click
16.57 % 0.08 % per click
Lore[]
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Thanatos Slain[]
Legends of hubris and wrath swirl around the ancient draconian empire that once settled this frozen desert. Whispers speak of an ancient power returning to where their ruins sank beneath the forgotten tundra. Echoes of a past age. When dragons ruled the sky, and humanity cowered in their shadow. One stood a paragon to the dragonkin. Who, in his hatred against the world of mortals, sought to overtake it. The great sundering brought an end to his reign of terror. In his defeat, he swore vengeance against humankind. The prophecies tell of the end of days. The fall of mankind.
...The fated return of Thanatos.
You approach the frozen Coast. Skeletal shipwrecks serve as a warning to any vessel navigating too close to its shores. The blight well is visible from far off its spreading corruption blackening the sky over the northern shore. Sharp cracks of lightning tear through the air. You make your approach across the frigid wasteland, its enormous ice plain littered with the bones of soldiers and dragons. The vast translucent glacier looms overhead, glyphs carved into its rocky surface spread a continuous glow to the surrounding remains of the frozen keep. At the epicenter, rests the petrified corpse of Thanatos.
Upon arriving. The surrounding obelisks ignite, emitting streaks of blue lighting across the air periodically sending off jets of frost. Scarring the landscape with its lashings. The still air is broken by the Wyrm's impending voice. "It is time." His colossal figure upends itself from the earth. His menacing gaze focused on you.
Dark energy pours from the reborn Thanatos. He sets wide his massive jaws and a bright flash zips through the air like a ribbon of light. Its frigid air wrapping around you, coursing throughout your body. Stumbled backwards, all of your strength draining. Your joints lock becoming heavy impossible to move. A crystalline prison encases you, as the frost climbs higher and higher. Frozen solid. But why are you still alive? A great voice echoes in the back of your mind. "Vengeance will be mine." Eyes fixed open on the battle ahead. Forced to watch, as the dragon makes short work of your forces. Powerless to aid in their attack. No. "Your screams will echo inside these walls long after the world of man has vanished." Claws held high over the defenseless warriors. Come crashing down annihilating waves of your soldiers. Heroes who will no longer return to their families. Hope drains from your mind.
When all seems lost, a glimmer catches your eye. The chest. You realize, noticing that it is gushing storm light from its numerous cracks, feeding from the obelisks. The key to his resurrection. Resolve courses through your body reverberating through the hilt of your weapon. Cracks begin to form on the surface of your prison. Against the odds, you burst free. The air grows still. You climb trembling to your feet. Even the watching cadre of soldiers hold in their cheers. Now it is time to strike. Your order your troops to destroy the conduits while you face off against the beast once more.
Lightning cracks against your shield but you deflect it. You leap over one attack, then step to the side of another. The massive figure of the dragon lord is too slow to match your advance. Your weapon strikes true, shattering the carapace. Your gauntlet tears free the molten heart from the crystalline chalice of Thanatos' rib cage. Lightning crackles weakly against your armor, the light quickly fading from its form.
The high lord of the dragons was dead. But who had returned him to life? A pawn to some dark prophecy. Regardless, you cannot help but think that this is just the beginning.