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

The ensuing chase unfolded fiercely and eerily above the misty swamp and amidst the network of muddy waters.

Motu was like an incredibly efficient grim reaper, constantly encountering, locking onto, and killing the monsters along the way.

He never lingers in battle; every strike is precise and deadly.

By utilizing the natural advantage of the Blue Dragon bloodline over aquatic monsters, his superior physical attributes compared to others of the same level, and the all-around combat power boost provided by the magic wand within his body, Motu has taken the concept of hunting to its extreme.

Aside from absolute overwhelming strength, the more crucial factor is the suppression of bloodline level.

Iron-scaled crocodile, poisonous mist toad, swamp multi-headed snake larvae...

These low-level magical beasts, which rely on abundant water elements and specific ecological environments for survival, experience a dramatic amplification of their fear and discomfort stemming from their life instincts when faced with the oppressive aura of the blue dragon bloodline emanating from the arid desert.

Their reactions were either stiff and sluggish, or they fled in panic, or their attack movements were severely distorted and slow.

Motu, however, always manages to seize upon these fleeting instinctive weaknesses.

Beside a murky pool, a juvenile swamp serpent, disturbed by the surrounding commotion, had just poked its three ferocious heads out of the mud, its six cold vertical pupils simultaneously reflecting the trail of a ghostly blue dragon.

Its instinct screamed, causing it to retreat deeper into the mud!

But it's too slow.

The hydra's already slow nerve conduction speed, coupled with the time required for coordination between its three heads, made it clumsy and deadly in the face of the blue dragon.

Motu barely adjusted its flight attitude before extending its right forepaw directly from its dive trajectory, gripping the neck of one of the heads with pincers-like precision!

Immediately afterwards, the dragon's wings flapped violently, and the core power in its waist and abdomen erupted—

"Splash—!!!"

The entire serpentine body, which was more than ten meters long and longer than that of an adult dragon, was dragged out of the sticky mud by him with a single claw, bringing up a rain of mud!

The other two heads of the multi-headed snake hissed in anger and terror, frantically biting and coiling around Motu's arm.

Their sharp fangs scraped against the dark blue scales, making a piercing sound and leaving white marks, but they couldn't even bite through the outermost layer of dragon scales!

The sheer hardness of the bones and scales granted by the black iron body far exceeds the bite force of a juvenile multi-headed snake.

Motu didn't even bother to pay attention to the harassment from the other two heads.

The wand in the stomach sac injects active corrosive magic into the bloodstream, which is then precisely guided through the blood vessels to grip the claws at the snake's neck.

The dark red active magic silently seeped into the wound.

At the same time, a surge of lightning magic, amplified and highly concentrated by the wand, poured into the captive head from the claw tip!

"Sizzle—!!!"

Lightning surged through the multi-headed serpent's shared spinal nerve system, spreading like a violent electric current throughout its entire body in an instant!

The movements of all three heads simultaneously froze!

The active magic spreads and erodes wildly in its neural network, making each neuron like a series of capacitors in a circuit, completely broken down, paralyzed, and short-circuited!

The juvenile multi-headed snake's heavy body slumped back into the mud, splashing up a cloud of filthy water that covered Motu from head to toe.

The three heads lay limp on the mud like dead snakes, their scarlet tongues drooping out, completely devoid of life.

[Blood of Bronze] Quest Progress: (7/20)

Matthew, with his reckless and frenzied drive, briefly caught up with Motu's hunting pace on several occasions.

The two clashed fiercely in the mist and above the water. The mutated claws and dragon claws collided with a dull thud, and the gray-green corrosive magic and silver-purple electric arcs intertwined and exploded.

But each time, Motu cleverly used the force of the collision, his superior flying skills, and his aerial maneuverability to create distance.

After struggling to break free, the blue dragon turned and pounced on the next monster it sensed.

Matthew's several seemingly inevitable attacks, with his sharp, deformed claws often coming within millimeters of Motu's back or neck, were always thwarted by the Blue Dragon's incredible mid-air stops, changes of direction, or rolls.

The beginner combat flight experience rewarded by the 【Proof of Freedom】 mission was now being used to its fullest potential by this ruler of the desert and the sky.

After several failed attempts to chase, Matthew also tried to anticipate and intercept.

He circled around to the front, calculated Motu's hunting route, hovered in mid-air, opened his mutated claws, and his gray-green energy wings throbbed violently, preparing for a head-on confrontation.

However, with the magic perception spreading out completely, the lurking monsters in the swamp became Motu's best helpers.

Instead of slowing down when faced with Matthew blocking his way, Motu accelerated and charged forward!

Just as the two were about to collide, Motu suddenly swerved its wingtip and, with a near right-angle upward maneuver, narrowly flew over Matthew's head!

At the same time, without turning his head, a flash of lightning appeared in his throat—

"boom!"

A concentrated bolt of lightning did not strike Matthew, but instead struck a seemingly calm body of water not far behind him!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The mud exploded!

A startled iron-scaled crocodile leaped out of the water in a rage, its massive body covered in mud and water. It opened its blood-red jaws and instinctively attacked the nearest living creature that had its back to it.

It was Matthew!

Caught off guard, Matthew had no choice but to turn around hastily, his deformed left claw suddenly reaching out and firmly gripping the upper and lower jaws of the Ironscale Crocodile as it bit down!

He roared, his arm muscles bulging, and forcefully dislocated the crocodile's lower jaw with a sharp, teeth-grinding crack!

But at the same time, the Ironscale Crocodile's thick and powerful tail swept across like a steel whip, striking Matthew squarely in the left rib area!

"Bang!"

Matthew was thrown several steps to the side by the force of the blow, his blood churning.

By the time he managed to regain his balance, snapped the crocodile's neck, and turned back, Motu's dark blue figure had already vanished into the deeper fog.

Only at the edge of perception could one sense the faint magical fluctuations from the moment yet another poisonous mist toad was killed.

The progress of the "Blood of Bronze" quest is steadily and coldly increasing amidst bloodshed and mud.

9/20……13/20……16/20……

The costs are also accumulating on both sides.

More and more new wounds appeared on Motu's azure dragon body.

Those brief but dangerous encounters during the chase left clear marks on him.

Many of the scales had rolled up and broken, revealing the lighter-colored inner skin underneath that was constantly oozing blood.

The membrane of the left wing was torn open, leaving a gash nearly half a meter long.

Each time the blue dragon flapped its wings with all its might, it would aggravate its wounds, bringing a sharp stinging pain and causing the corner of its eye to twitch slightly involuntarily.

On the back, there are three deepest and longest parallel claw marks, extending from below the nape of the neck all the way to the right shoulder blade.

That was a gift left by Matthew during an extremely dangerous close-range, backward, and diving attack.

Blue scales shattered, flesh torn open, and blood flowed down the spine from the wound.

As they flew at high speed, they were stretched by the airflow into a thin, glaring crimson line, which dripped into the swamp below.

But the blue dragon did not stop.

Like a seasoned hunter entering his territory, pain only makes the hunting instinct clearer and more persistent.

Matthew, who was chasing from behind, was also in poor condition.

The Dragonblood Wand's active corrosive magic, like the most stubborn toxin, continued to wreak havoc within his body.

In the scorched areas repeatedly struck by lightning, the regeneration rate of the deformed tissue was severely suppressed, and even signs of necrosis and blackening appeared.

Especially his left arm, the deformed dragon claw that he relied on most, had large chunks of gray-green scales peeling off, revealing the dark red and black flesh underneath, which was constantly oozing turbid mucus.

In each brief exchange, Motu's lightning strikes would deliberately and precisely hit the same area on his left arm, while the active magic continued to seep in and deepen along the pre-existing cracks.

Today, the deformed tissue in that area has largely died.

Several of the longest, hook-shaped nails were loose and wobbly, and several of the protruding bone spurs at the joints were broken.

Matthew clearly sensed this tactic, which felt like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

This blue dragon is not attacking randomly, but is deliberately and systematically dismantling his strongest weapon!

Each lightning strike and erosion was like a heavy hammer hitting the same nail, gradually turning his deformed left arm from a weapon into a burden.

But Matthew didn't stop either.

The chase and fight at this moment were like two ferocious beasts locked in a desperate struggle, biting each other's throats and rolling around in the mud.

To loosen one's grip means death.

[Blood of Bronze] Quest Progress: (18/20)

The finish line is just around the corner.

And the final showdown that Blue Dragon has been looking forward to will soon follow.