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

Chapter 92 Sharp Rune Imprint

After advancing to the intermediate wizard apprentice level, Motu was in no hurry to show off this breakthrough to the outside world.

In Lanlong's mind, there was still something urgent to be done, which was directly related to his own combat strength.

He took out Matthew's notebook with the leather cover from his storage ring again.

His fingers deftly turned the pages, first skimming over the basic theory of card inscriptions, and finally stopping precisely on a deliberately folded page.

"Analysis Record of Sharp Runes".

Motu had also come into contact with the sharp runes recorded in Matthew's notes.

This rune was derived from the kobold pickaxe; it is the most basic, simplest in structure, and has the most singular effect.

Its effect is simply to increase the sharpness of the edge or contact point of the enchanted item.

Previously, with Akino's help, he had only analyzed its structure and understood its principles, but he did not have the conditions to truly record and solidify it, and could only do simple copying.

Now, having advanced to the intermediate apprentice level, the blood moon vortex condensing in his sea of ​​consciousness draws out more spiritual power than before with the "moon mark."

It is more refined and enduring when it first appears.

This was enough to support him in carrying out substantial rune inscription.

Typically, wizard apprentices choose external objects such as staves, rings, and amulets as carriers for inscribing runes.

But dragon blood is an exception.

The powerful bodies of dragon-blooded individuals are their most natural and formidable weapon.

The scales covering the entire body, the sharp claws and teeth, and the hard bones can all serve as an excellent base for carrying the power of the runes.

Matthew's notes mention that the Calder Laboratory performed enchanting surgeries that directly imprinted runes onto the bodies of mutated monsters.

Even its fused swamp lizard variant adopted this method, thus gaining a ferocious fighting power far exceeding that of ordinary species.

Of course, the notes also coldly pointed out that most of the test subjects faced the possibility of imprinting failure, loss of control, or even forced destruction because their bodies could not withstand the continuous erosion of the rune power or structural conflicts.

However, the dragon bloodline is different.

The dragon scales on their bodies naturally possess excellent magical affinity and structural stability, making them top-tier enchanting materials.

Motu placed its right forepaw flat on the cold stone bed, palm facing up, its gaze fixed intently on its five curved claws covered in dark blue scales with sharp, pointed ends.

Rune engraving is not a physical carving process; it does not require slotting or drilling into the claws.

In essence, it involves using highly condensed mental energy to write a complete rune energy structure into the magic conduction layer between the scales and the underlying bones and muscles.

It's like using an invisible pen to etch the mark of power onto the special paper of the body.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and focused his mental energy on the tip of the first claw of his right hand.

The structure of the Sharp Rune is very simple.

Starting point: Magic infusion. Zigzag line: Magic acceleration. Corner: Magic reversal. Arc: Magic diversion. End point: Magic release.

He repeatedly simulated and deduced in his mind several times to ensure that the angle, depth, spacing, and rhythm of the flow of magic were all accurate before he began to make the actual imprint on the tip of his claw.

The spiritual energy flowed out from the blood moon vortex in the sea of ​​consciousness, precisely guiding it to the tip of the claw along the enhanced magical circuit of the right arm.

He manipulated this condensed spiritual power as if wielding an invisible carving knife, drawing the first stroke in the magical transmission layer at the tip of his claw.

A straight vertical line.

"hiss----"

The intense burning sensation was like a red-hot wire being branded directly onto the bones and nerves, instantly shooting from the claw tip to Motu's nerves!

His eyebrow twitched slightly involuntarily, but the movement did not stop at all.

Horizontal line. Broken line. Arc. End point.

With each stroke, a searing pain, penetrating to the very marrow, would clearly and continuously test his will and precise control over his mental strength.

Motu gritted his teeth, steadily outputting his mental energy, and meticulously followed the simulated structure, stroke by stroke, to complete the inscription of the sharp rune.

The burning sensation lasted for a while before slowly subsiding.

He withdrew his mental energy, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the tip of his right claw.

On the dark blue scales, there was an extremely thin, yet clearly visible, dark red line.

Successful.

He tried to move the claw tip, bending and straightening it, opening and closing it.

The feedback was more sensitive and swift than before. When the claw tip gently touched the surface of the stone bed, one could feel a subtle cutting sensation, as if the edge itself had an invisible blade.

He turned to the ravaged, abandoned rock in the corner of the stone house and gently scratched it.

"laugh"

The claw tip sliced ​​across the surface of the ore, leaving a cut that was almost twice as deep as before, with an exceptionally smooth and even surface!

As if it had been cut by a finely crafted knife.

Motu turned the ore over to examine it and confirmed the effect.

Immediately, he retracted his right claw and began to carve the tip of his left claw without hesitation.

The excruciating pain, like flames burning his bone marrow, struck again, and his brow twitched once more, but his gaze remained resolute.

Half an hour later, the blue dragon had completed the engraving of sharp runes on both of its claws.

Dark red lines peek out from beneath the scales, standing out starkly against the backdrop of the deep blue scales, like bloodstains that never dry, branded onto the tips of the claws.

As Motu tightened his claws, a very faint, dark red pattern, like blood vessels, covered the surface of his claw tips.

He casually waved his hand at the inner wall of the stone house.

"Whoosh!"

Several claw marks of uniform depth, even spacing, and smooth, mirror-like edges were deeply etched into the hard stone wall!

There were no flying stones or dust, only clean and crisp cutting marks.

The blue dragon raised its right claw to its eyes, carefully examining the patterns that gleamed with a dark red luster under the candlelight.

Within his body, after Pu was promoted to a second-tier magical beast, the unique bronze blood of the dragon blood species that was activated seemed to create a subtle resonance with the newly engraved sharp runes.

With each clench of the blue dragon's fist, the bronze patterns beneath its arm scales would glow faintly, as if scorching energy was flowing and resonating between its veins and runes.

The effect is remarkable.

The green tiles were found to be unusual the following day.

She was squatting in the open space of the camp, enjoying the newly brewed fruit wine in the monkey pot.

Seeing Motu emerge from the stone house, it habitually poked Motu's shoulder lightly with the sharp bone spike at the end of its tail.

This is her unique way of greeting people.

"Ding!"

After the parry, a soft yet crisp sound, like the light clinking of metal, rang out!

Green Tile paused for a moment, then quickly retracted its tail and looked at the tip of its bone spur.

Above, a shallow but clearly visible white mark was left!

"Iron Bones!"

She widened her emerald green vertical pupils, leaned closer, and scanned Motu's claw scales. "Your body has strengthened again? How come it's so tough? Didn't you just advance to a level two magical beast a few days ago?! Your strength has increased so quickly??"

Motu smiled slightly, offering no further explanation.

He raised his right claw, which he had just finished carving, and made a seemingly casual, light stroke on a rock about the size of a head in the open space.

"laugh--!"

A claw mark, almost penetrating the entire rock, with a smooth cut as if it had been instantly vaporized, was clearly visible!

The green tile's mouth involuntarily opened slightly, exposing its sharp teeth to the air, and remained closed for a long time.

She put down the monkey pot, walked to the rock, stretched out her paw, and scratched it hard.

"Sizzle—"

""

A shallow mark, only about a third the depth of a Motu claw mark and with some broken stone fragments along its edges, remained on the stone.

She turned her head, her gaze fixed on Motu's right paw.

The dark red lines, like bloodstains, that peeked out from beneath the azure scales now seemed to her to be filled with a mysterious and powerful sense of strength.

"You—you engraved wizard runes—on your hands?" Her voice was filled with disbelief and surprise.

"I remember Akino saying this was a technique only intermediate-level wizard apprentices possessed! You've broken through again!??"

"Hmm," Motu replied calmly.

"Does this hurt?" Green Tile asked instinctively.

"good."

Green Tile stared at Blue Dragon's right claw for several seconds.

Then, she looked down at her own claws, which had also been through many battles, their wounds healing and new ones appearing.

His eyes darted around a few times, clearly plotting something. After thinking for a while, the green dragon finally shook his head.

"never mind."

She pouted, her tone returning to its usual lazy and casual manner, "I'm afraid of pain. And—my bones aren't as strong as yours, I'd easily get hurt in a fight."

If these runes get damaged, you'll have to recarve them, which is a huge hassle. You should keep this to yourself.

As she spoke, she picked up the monkey pot again, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp of the mellow fruit wine.

It was as if the taste of alcohol was meant to suppress the faint confidence that had been shaken in that instant, as well as the natural resistance to pain and trouble, all of which were pushed back into the depths of the heart.

Green tiles have always had a carefree and easygoing attitude.

There might be a little envy, but why would she have to put in extra effort to gain power?

Drinking is still more comfortable.

After all, that's a dragon bloodline!