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

Chapter 81 Aftermath

The flight to the camp is less than 15 minutes away.

Motu slowed down.

The newly formed wing membrane of the blue dragon is still adapting in terms of muscle and nerves.

With each complete fanning motion, Motu could feel a fresh yet slightly stiff pulling sensation, like newly sewn leather that had not yet fully softened.

On its body covered in cold blue scales, the bronze patterns flowed faintly in the slanting rays of the setting sun, reflecting a dark yet resilient metallic texture.

Suddenly, the edge of his expanded magical perception felt as if it had been pricked by a needle!

A completely different aura suddenly entered his perception range without warning!

Unlike Matthew's chaotic and messy aura, like tattered fabric.

This aura was pure, solid, and heavy as a mountain, carrying an absolute sense of crushing power in its natural hierarchy!

It does not deliberately release pressure; it simply exists as an invisible, majestic mountain, suspended in mid-air atop the blue dragon's head.

Even before it has truly arrived, that heavy and suffocating sense of weight has already spread!

A fully-fledged wizard!

Motu's heart suddenly clenched!

Its flight posture changed instantly, its wings were half-folded, and its huge body hovered above a dense reed bed below.

Deep within the stomach sac, the Dragonblood Wand automatically lit up with a faint light as if in response, the dark red patterns on the staff flickering uneasily, as if issuing the highest level of warning.

Motu forcefully suppressed the resonance fluctuations of the wand, reducing his own magical aura to its lowest and darkest state.

Can't run away.

At this distance, the opponent's mental power had probably already locked onto his position like an invisible net.

The range and subtle manipulation of a formal wizard's mental power are far beyond what a second-tier dragon bloodline like him, who has just been promoted and has not yet fully mastered his new power, can easily escape.

A figure flew silently and swiftly from the twilight horizon in the direction of the camp.

It was extremely fast, but upon landing, it didn't stir up a speck of dust or make the slightest sound.

That was not deliberate control, but a natural manifestation of having achieved a subtle level of control over one's own power.

Every bit of magic and every ounce of kinetic energy is perfectly contained and precisely allocated, with no spillover or waste whatsoever.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark red robe, the standard uniform of the Holy Blood Tower, with intricate and mysterious runes embroidered in silver thread at the hem, which gleamed with a cold luster in the deepening twilight.

His face made it difficult to determine his exact age; his skin was smooth and wrinkle-free, suggesting he was middle-aged.

But deep within those calm eyes lies a kind of indifference and insight that can only be honed by profound time.

Calder Anderson.

His gaze first fell on the hovering blue dragon Motu, then shifted to the direction Motu had come from.

That swampy area where twilight deepened and gray-white mist rose.

Although Matthew's body had long been swallowed by the swamp, his gaze seemed to pierce through space and mist, like a cold and precise probe, firmly embedded in that body of water.

"You killed him."

Calder began to speak in a flat, unwavering tone, without a trace of doubt or questioning, as if confirming a known fact.

It was as if someone had informed him in advance, and he had come here now only to verify this result with his own eyes.

Motu's sense of crisis instantly reached its peak!

The muscles beneath the scales tensed instinctively, and the bronze blood within his body, which had just been dormant, began to boil faintly, entering a critical state that could erupt at any moment.

However, his expression remained unchanged on his scale-covered face. His golden vertical pupils calmly met Calder's gaze, and then he slowly shook his head.

"I'm a patrolman from the 7th Mixed Defense Team, currently on patrol duty along the northern border. I don't understand what you're saying."

The voice was steady, without any discernible emotion.

Calder's expression remained unchanged.

But at the cuff of his dark red robe, a rune card that had been folded up flickered with an extremely subtle light.

It was not an attack, but rather some kind of detection fluctuation.

An almost invisible pulse, a mixture of specific sound waves and magical frequencies, spread out instantly from the card's center.

It swept over every corner of Motu's body, then quickly withdrew and returned.

The sensation was extremely subtle, like a completely transparent, cold, and invisible mage's hand rapidly and thoroughly stroking Motu's scales, muscles, and even the surface of his magical circulation.

The detection wave converged, condensing into a barely perceptible point of light in the air in front of Calder. It seemed to convey some signal before vanishing.

Calder's gaze followed.

The image slowly moved down from Motu's face, finally settling on the tip of his tail, at the base of the bone spurs.

There, a silver storage ring was tightly bound within the crevices of the tail scales, which were covered with the luster of newly formed bronze, reflecting a cold metallic sheen in the twilight.

Inside the ring, the metal spider that had been taken from Matthew's neck seemed to sense the scan of the same source of power and trembled very slightly!

At the same time, deep within the core of the alchemical device, the rune that recorded Matthew's dying data flickered briefly in response before going completely dark.

Calder's lips twitched upwards very subtly.

That smile carried a cold, certainty of "I knew it."

Are you sure?

He spoke again, his voice still calm, yet carrying a unique penetrating power: "Are you going to play dumb in front of me?"

Motu remained silent.

My heart felt like it was being immersed in ice water, constantly sinking and tightening.

Calder took a step forward.

The movements were not fast, but rather leisurely.

However, as soon as this step was taken, the invisible pressure that enveloped the surroundings suddenly surged exponentially!

Motu felt as if a giant, transparent hand made entirely of magic had fallen from the sky and pressed hard against his shoulders and back!

Its wings became incredibly heavy and difficult to fold. Its limbs felt like they were filled with lead and were difficult to lift.

Even breathing became extremely difficult and sluggish!

His body was forced to slam straight down to the ground from mid-air.

"A rare and exceptional sample of aberration-prone data."

Calder's voice was as if he were reading an experimental report, devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "I have only just begun to cultivate and record them."

He paused, his gaze sweeping again over the ring on Motu's tail. "You broke it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand.

Three rune cards silently emerged from his cuffs and hovered beside him, arranged in a fan shape.

The card faces outwards, and the etched pattern on it is clearly visible in the twilight.

A swamp lizard, coiled and hissing; a fierce bird with outstretched wings and sharp eyes, poised to pounce; a humanoid silhouette, contorted in pain.

The runes on the three cards lit up one after another, the silvery-white light cold and dazzling, dispelling some of the surrounding twilight.

"As a price,"

Calder's tone finally carried an unmistakable chilling killing intent: "Just die."

The oppressive aura suddenly surged to its peak!

"puff!"

Motu's knees buckled under the strain, and he trampled two clear, shallow pits into the soft mud beneath his feet!

Inside the body, the Dragon Blood Wand in the stomach sac is activated at full power in response to stress!

The lightning and dragon blood patterns on the staff erupted with an unprecedentedly intense light!

Countless fine, silvery-purple arcs of electricity burst forth and leaped from the gaps in his scales, attempting to resist and dispel the overwhelming magical pressure that pressed down like a mountain!

However, in the face of the vast, ocean-like, and steel-like spiritual power and magic of a formal wizard.

The blue dragon's desperate resistance to the light was like a weak candle flickering in a storm, its flame extinguished at any moment!

Beside Calder, the card depicting a twisted human figure suddenly flipped over!

A grayish-white light, imbued with the sense of annihilation and decomposition, began to rapidly condense and compress on the surface of the card.

It wasn't some complicated high-level spell; it was just a very basic one, recorded in wizarding apprentice textbooks.

Dissociation rays.

But now that it is being released by a formal wizard, the intensity of its magic, the degree of energy concentration, and the power to interfere with the laws are enough to turn this basic ray into a death beam that can pierce through metal and stone and destroy life!

Motu had read the relevant description in the wizarding introductory manual given to him by Qiuye.

Targets hit by high-order dissociation rays will not bleed or experience severe pain. Instead, they will silently collapse and dissipate from the point of impact, like a weathered sand sculpture.

Motu's claws dug deep into the soil beneath his feet!

That was gathering the last bit of strength in despair, preparing to fight to the death and try to escape that was almost impossible!

Waiting to die was never an option for him!

Just as the grayish-white dissociation ray was about to shoot out from the card, another aura appeared without warning.

It didn't fly in from afar, nor did it suddenly appear.

It simply existed there naturally, as if it had been there from the very beginning.

It was only at this moment that Calder and Motu, whose senses were stretched to the limit, finally discovered its existence.

A solitary, aloof, and slender figure, always wearing the standard robe from the Tower of Holy Blood, without a hood, his silver-gray vertical pupils gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already stood silently between Motu and Calder, in the middle of that reed marshland filled with twilight and oppressive atmosphere.

Rowling.