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

As the blue dragon swept across the desolate hills on the outskirts of Blackwood Market, the edge of its senses suddenly touched upon a slightly familiar yet somehow drastically changed aura!

The aura was mixed and chaotic, like a tattered cloth that had been forcibly torn and then crudely stitched back together with clumsy needlework, full of unstable and violent elements.

Its energy intensity has reached the level of an advanced apprentice.

Moreover, it is rapidly approaching his location from the hills below at an extremely fast speed!

The visitor's intentions were obvious.

At this moment, within Motu's body, the Dragon Blood Staff in his stomach sac seemed to sense a threat, and the pulse on the staff suddenly accelerated and intensified.

At that moment, the blue dragon instantly remembered the source of that twisted, foul smell, a mixture of the putrid venom unique to swamp lizards and a strong stench of blood!

Right now!

"call out--!"

A figure, enveloped in gray-green energy, burst forth from a crevice in the rocks below like a poisoned bullet, heading straight for the blue dragon in mid-air!

Matthew Anderson!

The high-speed airflow suddenly ripped the hood off his head, completely revealing his face, which was now unrecognizable.

Grayish-green, rough-textured, scaly growths spread from the lower left jaw, covering half of the left face and reaching the cheekbone.

The pupil of his left eye has completely mutated into a vertical pupil like that of a reptile, and the white of his eye is cloudy and covered with dark yellow blood vessels.

His grin revealed several sharp, jagged teeth, like those of a carnivorous fish, while his gums were an unhealthy purplish-black.

What caught Motu's attention was Matthew's completely deformed left arm.

The dragon claw was thicker and more ferocious than when they last fought, covered with a thicker layer of grayish-green keratin.

The five hook-shaped claws of the dragon are curved like sickles, and their surfaces are covered with scale-like patterns that appear to be breathing.

Matthew did not possess true wings like the blue dragon, but instead relied on a chaotic magical power within him, a forceful fusion of mutated bloodline and the power of the green dragon.

Two gray-green wings of light, with broken edges and unstable shapes, resembling energy projections, were forcibly formed behind him.

His wings were riddled with holes, making them appear fragile and eerie. However, with the mental strength of a high-ranking wizard apprentice, they were enough to keep him hovering steadily in mid-air, confronting Motu.

The deformed dragon claw pointed straight at Motu, its fingertips trembling slightly from the force.

"Thunder... Paulownia...wood."

Matthew spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, with an unnatural, neurotic tremor that suddenly erupted after long-term suppression.

His gaze was fixed on Motu, as if he could see through the dragon's scales to the dragon blood magic staff that had already been swallowed into its stomach.

"It was you... who took my thunderwood!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical accusations and frantic hatred:

"Do you know... what I... went through without that piece of wood?!"

Motu had completely recognized the wizard apprentice opposite him.

He remained silent, and the Dragon Blood Wand within his stomach instantly established a deeper connection with him.

The pulsation of the staff was perfectly synchronized with the blue dragon's heartbeat and the flow of magic, filling the entire body with a condensed and powerful sense of strength.

The dark red dragon blood patterns shone brightly in the dim light of the stomach sac, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Motu did not inquire about the other party's situation during this period.

Because all the answers were clearly written in Matthew's own life.

The skin, torn apart by distortion and barely healed; the cold, crazed, mutated vertical pupil; the illogical sharp teeth at the corner of the mouth; and the faint metallic gleam beneath the skin of the neck, belonging to a cold alchemical device…

This is the final form of a soul driven to the brink of despair, utterly twisted, and blaming all its resentment on others.

With a formidable enemy at hand, Motu's magical power began to circulate at an unprecedented speed, and the amplification effect of the Dragon Blood Wand was fully activated.

He had thought that after receiving the power of the wand, he would at least be able to put up a fight if he encountered Matthew again.

However, at this moment, the aura of a high-level apprentice emanating from the other party, which was a mixture of pain, madness, and destruction, made Blue Dragon's heart skip a beat.

The opponents have also become stronger.

Matthew clearly had no interest in wasting words at this moment.

He let out a low growl like a wild beast, and the pair of tattered gray-green energy wings on his back suddenly flapped—

"Whoosh!"

He transformed into a gray-green shadow, carrying a strong, bloody stench and undisguised killing intent, as he fiercely pounced on Motu!

The deformed claw tore through the air and slashed down fiercely with a piercing shriek!

Five hook-shaped fingernails, curved like sickles, trailed five gray-green energy trajectories in the air, resembling condensed putrid slime.

The magic swirling around the claws was thick and viscous, emanating a stench and corrosiveness reminiscent of the silt deep within a swamp.

Motu did not take out his wand, but the amplification of the Dragon Blood Wand within his body, which was connected to his bloodline, was already fully activated!

He merely raised his forearm, covered in dark blue scales, in a blocking stance.

Just as the deformed claw was about to touch the scales—

"Sizzle—!"

The silvery-white arc of electricity, generated by the core lightning crystal of the wand, is mixed with dark red magic power originating from the active corrosive power of the dragon blood circuit.

It burst forth as if from Motu's body, instantly appearing in front of his forearm as he blocked.

These electric arcs intertwined with magic, coalescing into a dual energy barrier that leaped with electric snakes and flowed with blood-red light!

"boom--!!"

The mutated claw slammed heavily onto the barrier!

The exploding arc of electricity, like countless tiny silver snakes, surged wildly along the claw towards Matthew's left arm!

The distorted, grayish-green scales were electrocuted, curled up, and charred black, emitting a dense hissing and burning sound.

The dark red, active magic, like a maggot clinging to a bone, silently seeped into the depths of the deformed tissue along the point of contact at the claw tip.

It does not destroy instantly, but rather, like a biological toxin, it continuously and slowly erodes and disintegrates the active structure of the mutated cells.

Matthew let out a muffled groan of pain, and his left paw snapped back.

But his reaction was several times faster than in their last encounter!

As it retracted, its right fist, still in human form, was imbued with a gray-green, highly toxic and corrosive magical power, and slammed into Motu's forearm like a heavy hammer!

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the energy barrier with an astonishing force!

Motu felt a sudden, violent tremor in his claws, and the magical energy circulation that maintained the barrier within his body was momentarily disrupted!

He used the momentum to twist his body and dodge to the side, his wings fluttering slightly as he retreated several meters, creating distance between himself and others.

As he retreated, Mo Tu's mind stirred slightly, and the lightning resonance of the Dragon Blood Magic Staff within his body was instantly activated!

The blue dragon raised its right claw, and a beam of energy rapidly condensed within it.

Motu aimed it at Matthew as if he were aiming a cannon at an enemy.

"Crackling sound—!"

A lightning bolt, condensed like a purple beam, shot out through the air at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary electric arc!

Matthew didn't even have time to make a full dodge maneuver before the beam of light accurately struck his chest!

"Zzz—Boom!"

The lightning strike exploded the instant it hit!

The purple arc of electricity did not dissipate immediately; instead, it seemed to possess a life of its own.

Centered on the point of impact, they spread and crawled wildly toward Matthew's ribs, collarbone, neck, and even face, continuously burning every inch of skin and scales in their path!

At the same time, the dark red active corrosive magic, like ink dripped into water, rapidly spread and permeated along the edges of the scorch marks caused by the lightning strike.

This further exacerbates the damage and the suppression of the enemy's tissue repair capabilities!

Matthew's body visibly jerked for a moment in mid-air.

At this moment, a large patch of deformed scales on his chest was completely charred, carbonized, and peeled off, revealing the dark red tender flesh underneath, which was slowly wriggling and healing.

The tender flesh was tightly bound and gnawed by the active magic guided by the Dragon Blood Wand, and the healing speed was extremely slow.

However, instead of retreating, his left claw, which had just been subjected to electric shock and corrosion, was raised high again and slashed down at the blue dragon with even greater force!

It's even faster than last time!

Motu's pupils contracted slightly. With the help of his basic combat flight experience, he narrowly dodged the first diagonal slash by sidestepping, and then used his forearm, which was covered with a double energy barrier, to block the second sweeping attack that followed.

But Matthew's attacks were relentless and tricky. His third claw swung up from below at an odd angle, slicing across Motu's right ribs!

"Sizzle!"

The tough, dark blue scales were now quite vulnerable, and were instantly torn apart, leaving the skin and flesh exposed!

A sharp pain shot through him, and dark red dragon blood immediately gushed out, flowing down his scales.

Motu gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and the energy of the magic wand within him erupted once more!

"puff!"

A similarly condensed beam of lightning struck Matthew's left shoulder at close range!

The beam of light pierced directly through his shoulder, leaving a small, charred hole!

Dark red, active magic, like poison ivy, spreads and erodes the edges.

But Matthew seemed to have completely blocked out the pain. His right claw, which was still in human form, whistled through the air and reached for Motu's head again!

After several rounds of high-speed and dangerous combat, Motu felt immense pressure.

The active corrosive magic of the Dragonblood Wand was indeed effectively suppressing Matthew's abnormal regenerative ability, which stemmed from his mutation and green dragon bloodline.

The wounds healed by his attacks were visibly slowed down, or even stopped, at a standstill.

But Matthew's fighting style has completely changed!

He abandoned all defense and evasion, each strike a trade of injury for injury, a fight to the death!

He didn't care how many more scorch marks and corrosive wounds he would get on his body; he was only focused on unleashing his attacks on Motu!

Motu suffered several more lacerations on his shoulder, ribs, and left forearm, with blue scales rolled up and blood dripping from them.

Matthew's body had even more scorch marks from the lightning strike and dark red lines from the erosion of active magic.

The bloody hole in his left shoulder was shocking, and the charred area on his chest was also expanding.

But the madness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, his attacks became even more ferocious and reckless!

A hint of seriousness flashed in Motu's golden vertical pupils.

The Matthew before me is no longer the wizard who was forced to retreat by Una.

He had become stronger; the mixed magic of a high-level apprentice gave him the foundation to sustain this frenzied consumption.

He went even crazier; the pain of the mutation and the cost of promotion seemed to have completely distorted his perception and reason.

A madman who is not afraid of pain or death and is obsessed with destruction is a hundred times more dangerous than a rational opponent!

Another intense energy collision and claw attack exchange!

Motu's lightning struck Matthew in the chest again, abruptly halting his forward momentum.

At the same time, Matthew's left claw swept across Motu's right forearm, which was the activation point of the magic cycle, at a tricky angle!

"Pfft!"

Its claws dug deep into the scales and flesh, almost touching the arm bone!

The excruciating pain caused a momentary slowdown in the circulation of magic within Motu's body!

He grunted, and using the force of the opponent's claw strike, he flapped his wings and flew backward rapidly, instantly creating a distance of more than ten meters.

We can't continue fighting here!

His goal was to hunt down magical beasts and advance to the second tier, not to engage in a pointless and exhausting life-or-death struggle with a madman in mid-air.

Continuing to fight head-on, even if we win, it will inevitably be a Pyrrhic victory, which will seriously delay our core mission and may even lead to other dangers.

Moreover, Matthew's desperate fighting style, which completely abandons pain and defense, makes him uncertain of victory.

In its distorted state, the opponent's physical durability and mental madness level both exceeded the Blue Dragon's normal estimates.

With this in mind, Motu turned around without hesitation, his massive, dark blue body drawing a smooth arc in the air.

The blue dragon flapped its wings with all its might and flew swiftly towards the direction of the Darkwater Swamp!

With the help of basic combat experience, the wingtips quickly cut through the air, leaving two clear trails of airflow.

This is not an escape, but a strategic shift of the battlefield.

The swamp is a complex terrain with a dense network of waterways, pervasive miasma, and a chaotic and unpredictable natural magical field.

There, his advantages as a dragon with real dragon wings, adaptability to complex environments, and keen magical perception will be maximized.

An opponent like Matthew, who relies on mixed magic to condense energy wings for flight and whose mental state is clearly unstable, will inevitably face many limitations in the complex environment of the swamp and the chaotic magic interference.

"Don't run!"

Matthew's hoarse, rapid roar, filled with manic laughter, came close behind him.

The opponent's gray-green energy wings flapped wildly, ignoring the worsening damage at the edges, and relentlessly pursued Motu's flight path.

"You're using my thunderwood, aren't you?! Use it... to hit me!!!"

Motu ignored the shouts behind him.

He maximized the connection between his mind and the Dragon Blood Wand within his body, unleashing his full magical power to accelerate his flight towards the dark green wetland shrouded in mist and a sense of danger.

The sound of wind rushing past and the nauseating, distorted odor behind them grew ever closer.

But he knew that once he entered the swamp, the initiative would change hands.

In the midst of this chase, the progress bar for the quest "Bronze Blood" quietly floated in the Blue Dragon's sea of ​​consciousness.

[Current Quest Progress: Slay twenty Tier 1 magical beasts and absorb their magical core power (0/20)]