Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The next morning, when Motu came out of the stone house, Qiuye was standing next to the beacon pillar in the center of the camp.

She didn't smoke that special cigarette today.

Her deep blue robe fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, the silver runes on the hem reflecting the rising sunlight. She turned her head, her deep brown vertical pupils sweeping over Motu, then she nodded slightly.

"A novice wizard," she said. "Not bad."

Just this one sentence.

There were no follow-up questions, no praise, and no curious exploration; it was as if this outcome had been anticipated all along.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the border barrier. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, and the hem of her robe swept across the grass, leaving a faint mark.

Motu watched her retreating figure, his vertical pupils narrowing slightly, but he remained silent.

Turning towards the edge of the camp, Green Tile was squatting on a rock, scratching at the surface with its claws, looking utterly bored.

She had already scratched the stone surface with grooves of varying depths, like some kind of graffiti that only she could understand.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her emerald green vertical pupils flashing.

"Walk?"

She flicked her tail, the three bony spikes gleaming coldly in the morning light, clearly showing her impatience.

"Let's go," Motu said.

Upon hearing this, Green Tile jumped off the rock with great excitement, spread its wings, took two running steps, and soared into the air, flying towards the northern patrol route.

Motu followed closely behind.

The two dragons passed through the reeds, crossed the main channel of the Youshui River basin, and flew towards the swamp to the north.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, flowing slowly along the water's surface like a semi-transparent veil.

The putrid smell of the vast swamp below surged up from below, mixed with the fishy smell of aquatic plants and the dampness of the soil.

Her flight posture is different from Motu's.

Motu's flight is precise and controlled, maintaining a steady angle with each wing flap.

Green Tile's flying style is just like her active personality; she never stays in a straight line or stays steady.

She was like an unrestrained whirlwind, sometimes suddenly rising to its maximum height, causing the airflow to make her scales rustle.

At times, they dart down almost vertically, only to pull up sharply just before touching the treetops or the water's surface, eliciting a chorus of startled birdsong or splashing water.

Occasionally, she would impulsively perform unnecessary but rather flashy moves such as side flips and spirals, as if the sky were her personal playground.

Motu followed behind her, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

"Could you fly a little more steadily?"

After the green tiles once again narrowly missed the tips of the reeds, Motu finally couldn't help but speak up and give some advice.

"I'm doing just fine!"

Green Tile's voice, tinged with laughter, drifted over. As soon as she finished speaking, she made a sharp, almost right-angle turn, her wingtips nearly scraping the branches of a dead tree, startling a nest of night owls that were perched there. They scattered and fled in all directions.

Motu gave up on communication.

After flying for about half an hour, Green Tile, which was flying ahead, suddenly tensed up and the rhythm of its rapidly flapping wings changed slightly.

She pricked up her ears and her nostrils twitched rapidly, as if trying to catch the faintest scent in the wind.

"It smells good now!"

She lowered her voice, but her tone carried the excitement of a hunter, and her three-layered, serrated mouthparts began to open slightly.

"Blood Sand Eagles. Three of them. Over there, against the wind, less than a mile away."

Motu immediately focused his magical perception on the direction indicated by the green tile.

Sure enough, three familiar sources of magical energy, reeking of decay and blood, hovered low in the air not far ahead, their paths scattered, as if conducting routine reconnaissance and patrol.

Within the range of perception, no other ambushes or abnormal magical fluctuations were detected.

"mine!"

Green Tile didn't even wait for Motu to respond or formulate a strategy; the instinct to hunt and the desire for war had already overwhelmed everything.

She suddenly folded her wings, her body drawing a near-vertical, murderous arc in the air, like a green meteorite locking onto its target, crashing straight into the first Blood Sand Eagle, which was closest and most careless!

The blood eagle only realized the shadow looming overhead, letting out a short, sharp cry as it tried to turn and avoid it, but it was too late.

Green Tile's sharp claws ripped open one of its wing bones, and its forked tail, like a precise venomous stinger, instantly pierced through its chest and abdominal scales.

In the instant the Blood Sand Eagle froze from the attack, the Green Tile Dragon's serrated jaws followed closely, precisely biting into its vulnerable neck joint!

"Snap!"

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out, and the first Blood Sand Eagle died and fell to its death before it could even put up a decent fight.

The sudden attack drove the other two Blood Sand Eagles into a frenzy.

Instead of retreating, they relied on their tamed fearlessness to quickly spread out and launch a pincer attack on the green tiles from two tricky angles!

One lunged at high speed from the side and rear, its curved claws aimed straight for the relatively weak base of the green tile's wing membrane; the other deftly circled around to the side, intending to attack her eyes with its sharp hooked beak, forcing her to reveal an opening.

A fierce glint flashed in Green Tile's eyes, yet he neither dodged nor avoided it!

She chose to take the ripping claw strike from her side and rear.

"Sizzle!"

The tough wing membrane was ripped open with a gash nearly half a meter long, and dark green blood immediately gushed out.

Green Tile seemed oblivious to the pain. Using the impact, it twisted its body violently and swung its left forepaw with ferocious force, slamming it like a giant hammer into the face of the Blood Sand Eagle that was attacking from the side!

"Bang!"

The blood desert eagle was struck as if by a battering ram; its head lolled to one side, emitting a painful shriek, and it was spun around and sent flying more than ten meters away.

At this moment, Motu finally arrived late from behind.

His magical perception, like that of a keen hunter, locked onto the Blood Sand Eagle that had been swatted away and was in a state of imbalance and excruciating pain.

Without any hesitation, he extended his right claw forward, drawing upon the newly condensed pale red magic power within his body. The model of the newly mastered [Blood Light Spell] was instantly constructed in his palm!

A fist-sized, dark red ball of light, exuding an ominous and majestic aura, flew out from the claw and struck the Blood Sand Eagle in the chest with perfect accuracy!

The ball of light did not cause significant physical damage, but at the moment of impact, an extremely weak yet incredibly powerful spiritual deterrent emanating from its core suddenly erupted!

That belongs to the concept of "blood moon," a suppression of lower beings based on their level of life.

"Hey——!"

The Blood Sand Eagle let out a sharp, mournful cry filled with instinctive fear, completely different from its previous fierce screech. Its turbid, dark yellow vertical pupils were instantly filled with fear, and the flapping of its wings became stiff and chaotic, as if it had forgotten that it was in the air.

This brief moment of stiffness was enough for Motu.

With a flap of his wings, he instantly closed the distance, and his powerful dragon claws reached out with precision and ruthlessness, gripping the Blood Sand Eagle's neck.

"Click."

The second one died.

Motu loosened his grip, letting the corpse fall.

After silently assessing the performance of the Bloodlight Technique in actual combat, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the green tiles.

Green Tile had already knocked the last Blood Sand Eagle to the ground, and was using her thick tail, like a whip, to slowly and deliberately lash its already deformed head.

Feathers and blood splattered everywhere; the green dragon was clearly enjoying the afterglow of victory.

At this moment, the brutality of dragons was fully revealed.

"Stop playing around. He's already dead," Motu advised from the side.

"Huh? Oh."

Green Tile glanced down at the Blood Sand Eagle, whose skull was already deformed, and responded with a hint of regret. Then it lowered its head, and the dragon's serrated teeth snapped shut.

The neck of the third Blood Eagle was completely severed.

From the moment Green Tile launched its surprise attack to the moment all three Blood Sand Eagles were killed, the entire process took no more than ten breaths.