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

Chapter 80 The End

Upon seeing the blue dragon attack, Matthew instinctively raised his deformed left claw, which was already covered in cracks and barely holding on, in an attempt to block it.

Motu's dragon claw, without any fancy techniques or a power-building process, just came crashing down straight and heavily!

It was like a giant hammer, red-hot and freshly pulled from the furnace, smashing down on a rusty old iron plate that was already overburdened!

"Bang--!!!"

In their last encounter, the two sides were evenly matched, with Motu perhaps slightly inferior to the brute force boost brought about by the opponent's mutation.

However, at this moment, with the power unleashed by the second-tier bronze blood, the outcome is completely different!

Matthew's deformed claws endured unimaginable pressure, emitting a low, teeth-grinding crunch.

Like a thick, soaked wooden plank being slowly bent under immense force, about to break!

He was forced to kneel on one knee by this overwhelming force, his knee sinking deep into the mud.

The black, putrid water in the swamp instantly submerged his knees and poured into his boots.

He struggled to lift his head and look up at the blue dragon.

Deep within Motu's golden vertical pupils, a bronze-colored radiance flowed slowly like lava.

On the cold blue scales, the flowing bronze luster, even stained with mud and blood, could not conceal its newborn, powerful, and pure texture.

The opponent stood there like a bronze colossus returning from an ancient battlefield, exuding a flawless and imperfect aura of power.

At this point, the distinction between the strong and the weak became clear.

"Oh----"

Matthew suddenly laughed, as if mocking himself.

It was a very deep, bitter smile.

His right eye, which still retained a human form, and his deformed left eye, with its vertical pupil, both reflected Mo Tu's figure at the same time, yet they seemed to see two completely different beings.

A complex and indescribable expression appeared on Matthew's face, a mixture of absurdity, bitterness, resentment, and a hint of—almost pity.

"----you----

His voice was hoarse and broken, as if it had been sanded down, or like the dying cry of a night owl, almost swallowed by the deathly silence of the swamp, "You—are—also—a monster—"

Motu did not answer.

There wasn't even a slight emotional fluctuation.

He simply unleashed the power of his dragon claw once more.

"Snap—!"

This time, it was an incredibly clear sound of shattering, a sound of the structure completely collapsing!

Under immense pressure, the entire structure of Matthew's deformed left claw, from the back of his hand to his wrist joint, suddenly cracked open with a huge, penetrating fissure!

The crack spread wildly in all directions, like a stone thrown into ice, and then instantly covered the entire deformed left arm!

Grayish-green scales, dark red proliferating flesh, and mutated bones inside—these were the stubborn things that Matthew had never been able to get rid of before.

At this moment, like rotten porcelain, it crumbles and peels off piece by piece.

They all fell into the filthy mud below, making soft splashing sounds.

Matthew's left arm disappeared completely below the elbow.

He lost his balance and fell heavily backward, crashing into the cold mud.

Dark red blood mixed with distorted mucus gushed from the severed left arm stump.

The fractured tissue was still writhing unconsciously and futilely, trying to repair itself, but it was suppressed by the residual active corrosive magic from the Motu attack, and the thin film that had just formed quickly rotted away.

Severely injured, Matthew lay in the mud, murky sewage overflowing over his body.

His human right eye stared blankly at the sky.

Through the gaps in the grayish-white mist, one can see a pure and distant expanse of azure blue higher up.

His deformed left eye, with its vertical pupil, reflected only a thick, grayish-white mist that could never be penetrated.

The other person's pupils began to dilate slowly.

The last expression on the face of this mutated wizard apprentice was not overwhelming hatred, nor endless resentment, nor the relief of liberation.

It was a complete emptiness, a blankness where one could finally stop struggling, stop suffering, stop holding on.

Motu remained silent for a moment.

He decided to give the deformed wizard, with whom he had been entangled for some time, a relatively dignified ending.

Immediately, lightning began to gather deep within his throat.

This time, it was an even more powerful dragon breath lightning strike triggered by the bloodline of a second-tier blue dragon!

The dormant wand within the stomach sac transmitted the last trace of resonance and guidance to the energy core, bringing the penetrating power and destructive force of the lightning strike to the extreme that he could control at this moment.

"Zzz—Boom!"

The condensed purple lightning, like a spear of judgment, precisely pierced Matthew's unsuspecting chest.

Matthew's body convulsed violently, then stiffened completely.

The peristalsis of all deformed tissues ceases.

The vertical pupil of the left eye has expanded to its limit.

The human pupil in the right eye also loses focus.

Beneath the skin of his neck, the embedded metal spider alchemy device flickered twice with a faint, cold light, like a dying firefly, before going out completely.

All data recording and transmission have now come to an end.

Motu slowly withdrew the magic he had released.

The radiance of the boiling bronze blood around him gradually subsided and calmed down, and the dark red molten lava luster between the scales also disappeared.

Almost simultaneously, a wave of exhaustion, like icy swamp water, surged from the depths of every cell in my body!

A heavy body, aching muscles, and exhausted energy —

The costs of all the promotions and fierce battles began to retaliate clearly and violently after the adrenaline gradually subsided.

He shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake.

His gaze fell on Matthew's gradually cooling body in the muddy water.

Now it's time to loot the spoils.

The black mud, as if alive, had begun to slowly engulf Matthew's ankles and calves.

This swamp never wastes any nutrients.

Motu stretched out its claws and rummaged through Matthew's tattered robes and remaining belongings.

He pulled a silver ring from the filth.

The ring is exquisitely crafted, with a dark green gemstone set in the face, its surface etched with fine runes.

Motu was taken aback.

He remembered inquiring about the price of storage equipment from the camp quartermaster, and the old dragonman quoted him 5,000 points, which left him scratching his head in embarrassment as he walked away.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly insane and poorly dressed deformed apprentice possessed such a valuable item.

He probed the inside of the ring with his mental energy.

The space is not large, about the size of a standard wooden crate.

There wasn't much inside.

Several neatly folded but ordinary-quality robes; a small bag of clinking silver coins, about a dozen in total; several bottles of basic magic potions with labels, their uses unknown;

There was also a leather notebook that was half-open, with the name "Matthew Anderson" written on the cover.

There didn't seem to be anything of great value, but the blue dragon was already very satisfied, because the storage ring was the biggest gain.

Motu tried it out, and the human-sized ring obviously couldn't fit on any of his dragon claws.

After a moment's thought, he slipped the ring onto the base of the thinnest bone spur at the end of his tail.

The silver rings encircled the tail scales, which were covered with a new bronze sheen, looking somewhat abrupt and strange.

It's a bit ugly, but it works.

Just as it was about to flap its wings and leave, the blue dragon caught a glimpse of a faint metallic glint in the corner of its eye at Matthew's neck.

Motu crouched down again and carefully used his claws to remove the metal spider alchemy device, which had completely stopped working, from under Matthew's skin.

The device was cold, and its eight segmented tentacles were curled up in a ball, like a dead insect.

The densely packed recording runes on the outer shell were dim and lackluster, yet one could still sense their intricate, complex, and expensive nature.

With Motu's current alchemy level of only Lv1, he can only determine that this thing is extremely technical and is definitely not an ordinary item. Its specific functions and internal structure are like looking at flowers through a fog.

It's not valuable. — Keep it for now.

Whether it's used as a practical teaching material for future disassembly and research to improve alchemy, or to find an opportunity to ask Akino, who is also a wizard, for help in identification, or even to find a way to make use of it, this is an item worth keeping.

He put away the metal spider device as well, took a deep breath, and spread his wings.

The newly formed, wider, and stronger dragon wings were fully extended for the first time after actual combat.

On the cold blue wing membrane, the bronze-colored natural veins flashed by in the gray-white mist, like lightning marks sweeping across the clouds.

Its wings flapped suddenly!

A strong airflow lifted his heavy yet powerful body, steadily carrying him into the gradually clearing sky.

The flight capabilities of the second-tier blue dragon are significantly enhanced. The lift and thrust generated by its wingspan are far greater than those of the first-tier dragon, and each flap of its wings is more powerful and efficient.

He adjusted his direction and flew towards the location of the camp.

The dark swamp behind him, along with the corpse being quietly swallowed by the mud, and all the bloody, crazy, and distorted past, rapidly shrank and faded in his field of vision.

The sunlight finally pierced through the clouds and the remaining mist, falling on his flying dragon body.

The cool blue base color and the flowing bronze luster intertwine and reflect each other under the sunlight, like a mysterious metal forged to a semi-molten state, containing infinite power and possibilities.

He didn't turn around.

Deep within the core rune array of the dead metal spider device that he had collected.

A secret protocol, pre-programmed by Calder and triggered only when the host's vital signs completely disappear, was activated in the last millisecond before the power was cut off.

All physiological data, external energy impact parameters, and even final environmental information captured at the moment of Matthew's death.

It underwent extreme compression and solidification sealing, and was then etched into the deepest memory structure of the device.

That was for the data, not for Matthew.

In the eyes of the wizard, the end of each experimental sample is an indispensable and extremely valuable observation endpoint.

Motu knew nothing about this.

He focused solely on flying, feeling the speed and sense of control brought by the newfound power, leaving behind all the battles and deaths that had occurred in the swamp.

The wind blew from ahead, bringing a familiar scent.

The dampness of the river near the camp, the freshness of the reeds, and—a faint, lingering aroma of the rich fruit wine from Greenland's Monkey Pot.

Blue Dragon's spirits lifted, and unconsciously, he increased his flight speed once again.