Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

Amon looked away and shook his head. "Never mind, let's wait a little longer..."

Draven breathed a sigh of relief, then added:

"Grandfather, don't worry."

"In just a few days, the family's group of great knights will be fully trained."

"I think that number of people possesses physical strength equivalent to that of a legendary knight."

Amon nodded noncommittally. "I hope so..."

Then, he slowly turned around and looked at the stitched-together monster in front of him.

A look of intoxication crossed his face as he murmured to himself.

"These claws, these wings...it's truly a masterpiece."

"This immense power is truly mesmerizing..."

Seeing this, Draven couldn't help but chime in:

"However, all of this will soon belong to you, Grandfather!"

"Once you complete the cultivation of the Stitched Dragon, you will be able to complete the third bloodline fusion immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Eamon was overjoyed, his face beaming with elation. "Hahahaha, great!"

......

Inside an underground tunnel.

Matthew followed closely behind the Crystal Beast King along the winding passage.

Soon, led by it, Matthew emerged from a hole in the ground.

He looked at the empty space in front of him; clearly, this was also a nest of crystal beasts.

"That's the twelfth one."

Matthew followed behind the Crystal Beast King, having already traversed twelve Crystal Beast lairs.

Many questions arose in his mind.

"They all come from the same Crystal Beast race."

"Why did they disperse and migrate, creating so many nests?"

He also discovered something unusual about the Crystal Beast King; it seemed that the further east it went, the slower it fled.

Matthew could sense that the Crystal Beast King was slowing down, and it wasn't because of its injuries.

Rather, it seems that it is not very willing to come near here.

To be precise, it is fear that comes near.

In addition, Matthew discovered another characteristic.

The further east you go, the fewer burrow entrances there are in the nest.

The nest he was in now consisted of only one other burrow besides the one he had entered through.

As Matthew approached, the Crystal Beast King slowly moved backward.

However, they had no intention of escaping into that cave.

Matthew frowned. The Crystal Beast King's fear of entering that cave seemed to outweigh the pressure he had put on it.

Matthew had arrived in front of the Crystal Beast King, who was trembling against the corner of the wall.

His fist, covered in hard rock, slammed into the Crystal Beast King's scales.

"Roar! Roar!!!" It let out a miserable howl.

Immediately afterwards, Matthew kicked out again.

Thick rocks covered his thighs as he kicked heavily into the purple crystal on the Crystal Beast King's back.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

The enormous crystals, as fragile as glass, shattered and broke into countless fragments.

The Crystal Beast King's face showed fear, and it was terrified under Matthew's repeated attacks.

Left with no other choice, it reluctantly scurried into the burrow.

Matthew glanced at the hole in the ground.

"This is the only tunnel left."

"If I'm not mistaken, this tunnel should lead to the original lair of the Crystal Beast clan."

Without a second thought, Matthew slipped inside.

This tunnel was much longer than the ones he had entered before.

He walked for a long time before he sensed the Crystal Beast King's figure stop.

Matthew sped up and soon he reached the end of the tunnel.

"That should be the Crystal Beast's original lair ahead."

Upon entering, Matthew discovered that it was an underground cave.

He walked forward following the direction of the magical mark on the Crystal Beast King's body.

Suddenly, he heard an explosion, and the cave trembled slightly.

Then, he suddenly realized that the mark on the Crystal Beast King had disappeared.

Matthew quickened his pace as he followed the direction in which the mark disappeared.

When he came to a wide open space after walking through the long stone path.

He discovered that the Crystal Beast King's body had been blown to pieces.

Blood, chunks of flesh, and crystals were scattered all over the ground, creating a gruesome and terrifying scene.

Matthew slowly raised his gaze and saw an elderly man with white hair staring coldly at him from a distance.

To his even greater surprise, behind the white-haired old man was a strange, mangled dragon, bound tightly to the flesh altar by rune chains.

【Name: Stitched Dragon】

[Note: An artificially synthesized dragon beast, nourished by a continuous supply of flesh and blood, is about to transform into a sub-dragon...]

[Unrefinable; the item possesses its own consciousness.]

At this moment, a middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "Grandfather, he is the mid-level apprentice sent by the school!"

Matthew immediately realized where he was when he saw Draven and the stitched-together dragon.

"No wonder that newly crowned Crystal Beast King dared not approach this place."

"It turns out their hideout had been seized by the Harrison family, which is why they were forced to relocate."

"So, this old man in front of us is Amon."

"They actually want to artificially cultivate a synthetic wyvern..."

Name: Emmon Harrison

[Physical Fitness: 35]

【Mental Power: 40】

[Ingredients: 71% water, 16% protein, 8% fat, Hurricane draconis gene, Bloodmane draconis gene...]

[Unrefinable; the item possesses its own consciousness.]

"Hurricane Dragon genes, Bloodmane Dragon genes, as expected..."

"Amon also has two types of dragon bloodline fused with his own, and the dragon bloodline he has is different from the dragon bloodline fused with by Mord."

It seems my guess was right; the Harrison family must have mastered some method of fusing two bloodlines.

Amon's eyes sharpened as he sniffed the air.

"It seems you have also activated the dragon bloodline."

The person before me belongs to the same school of tidal psychology as Mold.

Eamon knew that given Mold's personality, he would surely try every means to send this person to him, so a conflict between the two was inevitable.

Now, Mold has been silent for a long time, but the person in front of him has cast the [Rock Body] spell.

With so many factors occurring simultaneously, Eamon doesn't believe it's a coincidence.

At this moment, Amon's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a murderous aura filled his heart.

"You killed Mold..."

"What!" Draven exclaimed in astonishment upon hearing this.

He always trusted Eamon's words implicitly, and since the other party was so certain, he was sure he couldn't be wrong.

At this moment, Draven clenched his fists tightly.

Even though the person in front of him was a wizard's apprentice, upon learning that his son had died at the man's hands, he wanted nothing more than to rush up and tear him to shreds.

"Grandfather, you must kill him to avenge Mold!!!"

His voice was hoarse, and he forced out the words through gritted teeth.

Amon waved his hand, signaling Draven to be quiet.

"Your physical body is powerful enough to serve as the final material for the metamorphosis of this stitched-together dragon beast."

Eamon's tone was calm yet murderous, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.

"Do you have any last words?"