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

Green Tile's third assault ended even faster than the previous two.

The short sword at the gray-armored man's waist was drawn for the first time.

"bass--"

A soft yet clear ringing sound seemed to pluck a taut string in the night.

He smoothly drew the short sword from its plain scabbard and dull blade.

After understanding the Green Tile's strong regenerative properties, the Gray Armor Man's primary target was not the Green Dragon's vital points, but the root of her right wing membrane, which she relied on for flight!

"laugh--!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through leather was exceptionally clear in the silent night sky.

The blade starts from the wing root, runs diagonally downwards along the main veins of the wing membrane, and reaches the tip of the wing!

It almost completely ripped open the entire tough wing membrane!

Green Tile let out a suppressed groan of pain. Its right wing instantly lost most of its lift and balance. Its body tilted and tumbled heavily to the ground from low altitude.

She struggled to stand up, but the huge tear in her right wing made her lose her balance.

Dark red dragon blood gushed from the wound on the wing membrane, dripping onto the black rocks with a soft hissing sound.

At the edge of the wound, tiny, pale golden flakes of light shimmered and eroded!

That was the residual holy energy in the wound, which was continuously burning the tissue and severely interfering with and suppressing her powerful regenerative ability!

Green Tile glanced down at her wing membrane, which drooped like a tattered rag, and frowned deeply, not out of fear, but because the nasty effect of the wing membrane was preventing her from continuing the fight.

She looked up and stared intently at the gray-armored man who stood with a knife in his hand, his breathing still as steady as an abyss.

"Again!"

She roared hoarsely, trying to prop herself up again, but her broken ribs, twisted left arm, and wounds on her wing membrane eroded by holy power made even this simple movement difficult and unsteady.

Motu moved at that moment.

He did not launch a frontal assault.

The figure darted out from the side like a ghost, its right claw extended forward, and in its palm, a dark red orb of light, resembling congealed blood, silently condensed.

[Bloodlust Technique]!

The ball of light flew out of his hand. Its speed was not extreme, but its trajectory was unpredictable. It meandered like a snake, as if it had a life of its own, bypassing the gray-armored man's frontal defenses and silently attacking the back of his head from the side and rear!

At the core of the light sphere, that eerie fluctuation originating from the Blood Moon Meditation Method and carrying the spiritual deterrence of a high-ranking being, was fully activated by Motu!

The gray-armored man's body paused very slightly for that instant.

His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly by half a point.

It wasn't a warning of a physical attack, but rather a sense of the soul sensing a cold touch imbued with the aura of rules that shouldn't exist in this world.

Although the touch was extremely faint, its inherent abnormality still aroused his instinctive, momentary surprise and doubt.

A momentary flaw is enough for some beings.

Almost at the same moment the gray-armored man paused slightly, the green-tiled man in front of him, who was already teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly flashed a fierce light in his eyes!

She lunged forward again, disregarding everything!

With all its might, the right claw clawed fiercely at the inverted triangular eye emblem on the gray-armored man's chest!

"Rip—!"

The exceptionally fine gray soft armor was actually torn open by Green Tile's desperate attack!

It revealed the close-fitting black lining underneath, as well as a faint golden protective light!

However, green tiles also came at a price.

The gray-armored man swung his palm back, imbued with pale golden holy power, and struck her shoulder blade solidly!

"Thump!"

Green Tile's body flew out like a broken sack again, crashing hard into the cliff face, triggering another round of rockfall that buried most of her body underneath.

Motu's attacks did not stop.

The moment the Bloodlight Technique successfully interfered, the eerie blue arcs of electricity from his claws leaped out, precisely striking the gap in the gray-armored man's lower back that had been slightly exposed due to his attack on the green tile!

"Sizzle!"

Arc hit!

The paralyzing effect unique to lightning magic attempted to invade.

The gray-armored man's body stiffened slightly.

But it was only a brief pause.

"Holy Resistance!"

As the gray-armored man uttered a low shout, an even richer, pale golden holy power surged forth from his body, like flowing armor of light, easily repelling and annihilating the invading electric arcs.

The purity and refinement of that holy power far exceeded imagination.

He slowly turned around, first glancing down at the tear in his soft armor on his chest, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then he raised his head, his gaze showing genuine interest for the first time, and fell on Motu.

"Blood Light Technique"

He spoke, his voice still calm, but with a hint of inquiry in it.

"Dragons... Wizard apprentices. That's quite rare."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand again, palm facing up.

A tiny, radiant, pale golden particle, as bright as the rising sun, materialized in his palm and then grew, stretched, and shaped itself as if it were alive!

In the blink of an eye, a spear of light about one meter long, made entirely of solidified holy power, with fine energy patterns flowing across its shaft, took shape in his palm!

The spearhead was incredibly sharp, pointing directly at Motu, its locked-on killing intent chilling to the bone.

Motu's vertical pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead!

The deadly warning signs were like ice water poured over my head!

This enemy is invincible!

As soon as the thought arose, he did not hesitate for a moment. He suddenly clenched his right claw and crushed the emergency aid rune that Akino had solemnly given him since he joined the defense team, instructing him not to use it except in life-or-death situations.

【Beacon Stone】!

"Buzz..."

An extremely subtle magical fluctuation, yet carrying a specific frequency and identification code, spread rapidly in all directions from Motu's center, like ripples stirred up by a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

At the same time, Motu spread its wings and suddenly took off!

It wasn't that he was cowardly and wanted to run away, but rather that facing an enemy with such strong mid-to-long-range suppression capabilities, staying in the air was even more dangerous. He had to create distance, gain room to maneuver, and... wait for a possible turning point.

The gray-armored man's gaze followed him closely, and the direction of his holy power spear subtly adjusted accordingly.

Instead of aiming at Motu's current location, he preemptively pointed to the airspace a few meters in front of Motu.

This is experience and instinct in dealing with high-speed flying targets!

A sudden sense of alarm arose in his mind, and relying on his combat flight instincts, Mo Tu suddenly made an extreme turn in the air that defied common sense!

Its wings folded instantly, and its body tilted to the side, almost parallel to the ground, narrowly skimming over the canopy of a grove of dead trees below!

"call out--!"

The Holy Power Spear transformed into a golden streak of light, grazing past the edge of his left wing membrane!

"Sizzle!"

Even though it was just a glancing blow, the condensed holy power was still like a hot knife cutting through oil, tearing a huge rip from the middle of the wing bone to the tip of the wing on Motu's tough wing membrane, a rip that was nearly two meters long!

The blue dragon's wing membrane trembled and billowed violently in the wind like a tattered flag!

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, and Motu's body suddenly sank in mid-air, losing his balance instantly!

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and desperately flapped his right wing several times before barely managing to stabilize his downward momentum.

Dark red blood gushed out from the tear in the wing membrane, dripping down the scales.

Below, in the gray-armored man's palm, a second, more solid spear of holy power had already taken shape once more.

The spear tip flashed with cold light, locking onto Mo Tu, who was unsteady in mid-air. This time, it was aimed at his vulnerable chest and abdomen!