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

The swamp is shrouded in gray-white mist all year round, with dark green algae floating on the surface. Half of the dead trees are submerged in the water, like the outstretched hands of drowning people.

This is the habitat of many Tier 1 magical beasts.

Iron-scaled crocodiles, clad in heavy iron-gray armor and lurking in the mud; poisonous mist toads with swollen venom sacs, spewing deadly purple mist; and swamp swamp swamp juveniles that, though not yet adults, already display the ferocity of multi-headed snakes.

They all live and reproduce here.

The air was filled with the earthy smell of humus mixed with the strange odor of various monster excrement and decomposing corpses, creating a nauseating atmosphere.

Occasionally, a huge bubble will rise from the deepest part of the swamp, making a dull gurgling sound, before bursting and leaving behind an even deeper silence.

But for a blue dragon with blood from the arid lands, this seemingly gloomy and desolate swamp is a rich and efficient hunting ground.

Motu, hurtling towards them, lowered his altitude, his basic combat flight experience giving him the foundation to perform unconventional maneuvers.

The blue dragon glided almost skimming the surface of the swamp, which was covered with floating algae and decaying leaves, its dark blue wingtips occasionally creating ripples and algae strands.

At the same time, the magical perception spread out like an invisible net, capturing all life and magical fluctuations within a radius of several hundred meters.

The natural aura of the Desert Blue Dragon, which originated from its bloodline and was directed at aquatic creatures, was unleashed by him without reservation at this moment!

This dragon bloodline's oppressive aura, carrying the thunderous intent of the favored ones of the heavens, scorched the instinctive senses of every living being in this damp world from an extremely high vantage point.

The low-level magical beasts in the swamp sensed a fear and unease deep within their blood the moment the blue dragon flew into their habitat.

Most saprophytic species instinctively choose to avoid the arrival of predators.

The iron-scaled crocodile burrowed deeper into the cold mud, the poisonous mist toad plopped into its damp burrow, and various snakes curled up, trying to minimize their presence.

Within the perception range, the life force fluctuations of more than ten magical beasts simultaneously froze and fell silent for a brief moment.

A little further on, in the mist, the mixed, putrid, and distorted magical energy belonging to Matthew clung to him like a persistent, venomous wound.

The other party was like a cold, poisonous thorn, firmly embedded at the edge of Motu's perception.

But at this moment, Motu's attention was no longer entirely on the pursuers behind him.

The hunt is about to begin.

"Splash—!!!"

The murky water not far ahead suddenly exploded without warning!

A steel-scaled crocodile, nearly a third the length of an adult blue dragon and covered with dark, iron-hard scales, leaped out of the water, carrying a large amount of mud and stagnant water!

The entire body resembles a powerful cannonball launched from underwater.

Its enormous maw, capable of easily biting through the thick bones of a magical beast of the same level, was now wide open like a blood basin.

Two rows of jagged, sharp teeth gleamed with a cold light as they viciously bit down at the blue dragon shadow that swept low overhead!

This iron-scaled crocodile was originally lurking here, quietly waiting for passing water birds or small monsters.

The massive figure and imposing aura of the blue dragon as it swept low through the sky not only failed to completely intimidate its bloodthirsty hunting instincts, but instead aroused its violent desire to attack the moment it invaded its territory!

Faced with this sudden attack from below, Motu remained completely calm.

He folded his wings, and his enormous, dark blue body instantly turned into a diving posture, like a deep blue meteor falling from the sky!

At the same time, the dark red active patterns on the Dragon Blood Staff deep inside the stomach sac shone brightly!

Streams of pure magic, imbued with lightning amplification and active erosion properties, flowed instantly, like activated venous blood.

It rapidly permeates from the stomach wall into Motu's own circulatory system, and through the vascular network, it is instantly conducted and perfused throughout the body!

Without the tedious process of taking it out and holding it, the wand's self-adaptive assembly feature allows all its amplification effects to be seamlessly integrated and fully amplified the moment the owner's mind is set on it!

Magic conduction efficiency +40%!

Casting speed increased by 30%!

Lightning-type penetration and paralysis effects have been greatly enhanced!

Active erosion properties are now in place!

The moment all the enhancements were completed within his body, Motu's dragon claws made contact with the Ironscale Crocodile's massive jaws!

"Bang!"

The right forepaw, covered in dark blue scales and now wreathed in faint electric arcs and dark red light, gripped the Ironscale Crocodile's open upper jaw with precision and brutality!

Its sharp claws, like the toughest steel nails, pierced deep into the hard keratinous gaps of its so-called iron scales, embedding themselves deeply into the relatively fragile soft tissue of its upper jaw!

The Ironscale Crocodile's terrifying jaws, capable of crushing rocks, were forcibly pressed shut by the force of this single claw!

The upper and lower jaws were stuck by the dragon's claws, making it impossible to bite!

Its massive body twisted and struggled wildly in the air, its thick tail slapping out large splashes of water, and its hard iron scales rubbing against its dragon claws, producing a teeth-grinding crunching sound and scattering sparks!

However, Motu's claws were as if welded to its jawbone, remaining completely still!

He maintained his downward momentum, pressing down on the frantically struggling first-tier magical beast, and like a meteorite, he slammed it into the shallow muddy area at the edge of the swamp!

"BOOM—!!!"

The mud shot into the sky as if it had been detonated!

Black, stagnant water, dark green algae, and murky mud mixed with splashed dead branches and leaves, forming a filthy downpour.

The iron-scaled crocodile's struggle stirred up even more chaos in the muddy water, the mud mixed with the blood seeping from its mouth after being pierced by claws, splattering all over the Motu's dark blue scales.

It instinctively tried to roll over, using its weight and the buoyancy of the muddy water to escape being suppressed.

But Motu had already landed firmly on all fours, his center of gravity low, like an iron fortress driven into the earth, pressing the Ironscale Crocodile firmly into the mud beneath him.

Immediately afterwards, Motu opened its dragon mouth.

Deep within his throat, a ghostly blue light rapidly converged, compressed, and underwent a qualitative change!

"roar--!"

With the Dragon Blood Wand's blessing, a thick bolt of lightning that had been gathering momentum for a long time burst forth from the dragon's throat and poured into the Ironscale Crocodile's mouth without any obstruction!

"Sizzle—Bang!!!"

Lightning exploded inside the crocodile's body!

Countless fine, dark red magical energies, carrying corrosive activity, and aided by the explosive power of lightning, pierced into every inch of its internal organs, every nerve, and every strand of flesh like a bone-deep infection.

The iron-scaled crocodile's massive body suddenly froze, its thick tail twitching weakly in the muddy water, splashing up a few insignificant mud droplets, before falling silent again.

That fierce life force vanished in an instant, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale.

Motu stepped forward, his dragon claws easily slicing out the warm magic core, which he then swallowed whole.

Pale blue energy specks emanated from the gaps in the dragon scales, flowing around its body.

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After absorbing the magic core, Motu slowly stood up from the mud.

The dark blue dragon scales were covered with black sludge, dark green algae, and crocodile blood that had not yet dried.

Against the backdrop of the swamp's gray-white mist, the blue dragon's body gleamed with a cold and wild luster.

He didn't clean himself up, or even shake his body.

Because the next wave of prey has been alerted by the bloodshed and commotion here.

"Coo...quack..."

Three swamp toads, each the size of a water tank, with skin covered in disgusting pustules and mucus, and venom sacs swollen like balloons, emerged one after another from a damp mud hole on the shore.

A pale purple mist, carrying a sweet, fishy, ​​and highly poisonous scent, began to emanate from them.

Motu simply turned his head, his golden vertical pupils sweeping coldly over him.

The more refined dragon's might, belonging to the blue dragon, was like an invisible hammer, precisely enveloping the three poisonous creatures.

The swamp toad at the very front suddenly deflated its swollen venom sac.

It was not a deliberate release of poisonous mist, but rather a sudden, paralyzed state of fear that caused the muscles controlling the poison sacs to completely spasm and lose control!

A large amount of venom flowed back, instantly blocking its trachea and esophagus!

It opened its mouth in vain, but couldn't inhale a single breath, and a chilling gurgling sound came from its throat.

The swamp toad's body began to convulse violently, and it suffocated due to the physiological disorder caused by its own fear!

Upon seeing this, the other two, driven by their remaining survival instincts, immediately turned around and frantically kicked the ground with their short hind legs, trying to escape back to their mud burrow.

Motu's thoughts stirred slightly.

The lightning resonance of the magic wand within his body was instantly activated.

Two purple arcs of electricity, much thinner than those used against the Ironscale Crocodile, yet swifter and more precise, struck first despite being slower.

Like venomous snakes hunting their prey, they drew bizarre zigzags in the air, striking the wet, slimy backs of two fleeing toads simultaneously!

"Crackling! Crackling!"

Electric arcs exploded and leaped across their bodies!

The active corrosive magic seeped into these weak first-tier monsters as quickly as maggots clinging to their bones.

Even more deadly is the purple poisonous mist that permeates their bodies, not yet fully dispersed, which, upon contact with the highly condensed lightning element—

"Boom! Boom!"

Like ignited gas, two fist-sized, purplish-black fireballs exploded in succession!

The high temperature and impact further aggravated the damage!

The two swamp toads slumped down as if all their bones had been removed, their bellies turned white, and their limbs twitched slightly as if by nerve reflex.

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Motu strode forward, his heavy dragon claws sinking into the mud, and quickly walked to the first toad, which was suffocating from fear and had not yet completely died.

Raise the right front paw and lower it.

"Pfft!"

A viscous fluid, a mixture of venom and viscera, burst open beneath the claws, splattering in all directions.

The purple venom flowed out, staining a small patch of muddy water with an eerie color.

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At the same level, the Dragonblood species' innate advantage over ordinary magical beasts, combined with the all-around combat power boost brought by the Dragonblood Magic Wand, makes this hunt as efficient and ruthless as harvesting weeds.

After devouring the demon core, Motu did not linger for even a moment.

He flapped his wings again, his massive body rising from the mud, kicking up a curtain of murky water, and continued flying deeper into the swamp.

The shadowy blue dragon loomed in and out of the gray-white mist, like a reaper walking behind the curtain of death.

A moment later.

Matthew's figure finally caught up with the spot above where the Ironscale Crocodile lay dead.

He hovered in the mist thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh, looking down at the crocodile carcass in the muddy water, violently crushed and destroyed from the inside by lightning.

Besides the obvious scorch marks from lightning magic, the corpse also bore shocking lacerations and penetrating wounds caused by pure dragon claws and teeth.

His deformed left claw clenched unconsciously in mid-air, making a soft grinding sound, and an incomprehensible gloom flashed in his gray-green vertical pupils.

He couldn't understand why this blue dragon would waste time hunting these low-level magical beasts while on the run.

But this doubt was instantly overwhelmed by an even stronger surge of resentment and murderous intent.

"No matter what tricks you're playing..."

Matthew whispered hoarsely, and the increasingly tattered gray-green energy wings behind him suddenly shook, stirring up a gust of foul-smelling wind.

He accelerated again, relentlessly pursuing the depths of the mist where the blue dragon's figure had disappeared.