……

The naked man who appeared beside the silver dragon was very tall and burly.

Half a head taller than Matthew.

After a few harsh words.

There was a long silence on the other side of the mountains.

Ronan looked at the silver dragon with a grin:

"Matthew, you're getting fat!"

Matthew was stunned for a moment, then happily lifted the wilderness form.

He thought it would be Isabelle, but he didn't expect it to be Ronan!

But it doesn't matter which one of them is there.

Obviously, there is no need for him to attack in the form of a silver dragon.

He turned back into human form and bowed respectfully:

"You're still so humorous."

Ronan laughed:

"Of course!"

"Do you see my skin? A dark purple glow that shimmers under the skin? ”

"It's the latest fashion, and it's only accessible to the most high-end mage circles!"

"You may not know that this particular skin glow only develops after being exposed to a long period of cosmic rays, which in turn exist only in the brilliance of the astral plane. Most mages are flowers in a greenhouse, how can they possibly bask in the light of the astral plane? Therefore, only those who can frequently enter and exit the astral plane can have a fashionable purple starlight skin like me. ”

"How's that, it's cool!"

"When Ling's strength is a little stronger, I will also take you to a starlight bath, I can't see it during the day, but at night, I will be covered in purple light like I am now, and I look particularly masculine......"

Matthew scratched his head as he listened.

At first, he thought that the purple light on Ronan's body was the effect of some kind of spell.

Didn't expect it to be a simple skin glow?

Matthew asked curiously:

"So are there any specific benefits to bathing in the star?"

Ronan shook his head:

"Not at all."

"For most people, prolonged exposure to cosmic rays can cause damage to the skin, and over time, the damage can become irreversible."

"But I'm different, I've mastered some of the Goddess of Magic's secrets, and by the way, I've also gotten her skincare secrets and maintenance tips."

"I'm nothing, it's said that the goddess of magic has maintained her skin all over her body to this lilac luster, well, including her intimate parts."

"The goddess of magic thinks it will increase her charm, and I agree with that, and I think I'm getting a lot more attractive now......"

Matthew's expression was slightly weird.

Really.

After all, he is not a serious mage, and there is still a big gap between him and the top mages in terms of thinking and pattern.

"In addition to being pretty."

"Bathing in the stars also sublimates your soul."

"Because of some supernatural powers, most mages often fall into a strange cycle of arrogance and inferiority."

"We are strong because of magic, and we are proud of being strong, but when you leave the main material realm and enter the astral realm with this pride, most of us will realize our insignificance because of the vastness of the deep space of the universe, and we may lose ourselves."

"This huge contrast in mentality and the emotional fluctuations in the depths of the soul can only be smoothed by the starlight, and by bathing in the starlight, you can increase the strength of the soul and find your true self."

After listening to this, Matthew cautiously asked:

"But I've heard that cosmic starlight is almost a natural enemy of spirits."

"Even the powerful space necromancy forces would not dare to expose their spirits directly to the starlight, because if they did, they would be greeted with direct destruction."

Ronan nodded:

"You're right."

"But not all spirits will be destroyed when they bathe in the starlight."

"There are also a few more tenacious people who can persevere, and this part of the people who persist can reap the sweet fruits of soul sublimation."

"I'm an example of that, and I think so am you."

"Have faith in yourself!"

Matthew was speechless.

"I'm at the critical stage of soul sublimation right now, and I have to let the starlight stored in my skin shine on my soul at all times, so I don't have a single strand on me."

Ronan explains:

"Don't let this misunderstanding that I'm a pervert, in fact, among legendary mages or divine mages, I'm the most normal one."

"You don't have to be shy about me, it's a moment to face your true self."

"If one day, you can walk back and forth between the astral realm and the ancient land without clothes like me, then it means that your legendary path is close to becoming a great ......"

Matthew chick nodded like a peck.

But in my heart, I felt that Ronan was talking nonsense.

He subconsciously took half a step forward, but was gently pushed away by an invisible force.

"Don't get too close, there's a charge for these starlights."

Ronan made a joke.

Then he turned back in the direction of the mountains and said to Matthew:

"I'm going to do a census of the primeval lands."

"I hope you can do your part."

Matthew immediately replied:

"Anytime."

"But what kind of census is it?"

Ronan thought for a moment:

"Kill every Wanderer you can see who will emerge tonight—the natives of the primeval lands."

"The amount left should be about the same as it was when we last investigated."

"That way we can get a roughly accurate number."

Matthew scratched his head:

"Is that good?"

Ronan smiled silently:

"The natives of this land are vicious exiles, and their ancestors would have eaten humanity to extinction several times without an alliance."

"Odd days are coming, do you believe that once the alliance loses ground, these creatures will climb down from the mountains and run to the plains to eat people?"

"The so-called endangered species, only if they are truly endangered, is a more beneficial situation for both of us."

Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

Ronan continued:

"But I have a rule that I don't usually take the initiative to shoot at minor characters below the legendary level."

"I've always only skipped the ranks."

"Tonight, you will walk through the Helen Mountains, and kill all the people below the legend who are not your own, and this account will be on my head, can you do it?"

Facing Ronan's scrutiny.

Matthew felt a lot of pressure, but he could only nod.

Right now.

A large amount of spider silk fell in midair.

The nine-headed spider blood guard crawled on the ground at a loss.

They were a pack of beasts, and when they lost their commander, they immediately moved like headless flies across the plains.

"By the way, remember to collect the spider legs, I love to eat this!"

Ronan said one more thing.

Matthew glanced up, and above the sky, the blood moon was rapidly fading.

An extremely thick spider silk pulled Queen Esbo's main trunk back above the moon.

Her figure soon disappeared from the surface of the moon.

"This guy is running away so fast."

Matthew sighed secretly in his heart.

Right now.

The voice between the mountains sounded again:

"We didn't do anything!"

"Everything tonight was planned by the God of Hunt organization, and it was also his people who carried out the action, and the rest of us have nothing to do with this matter!"

"Ronan, you can't do this to us!"

"We strictly abide by the covenant, we have been restraining our people for many years, our tribe has not even been to the fringes, you can't help but bully people like this!"

"This violates the spirit of coexistence that existed when the primeval covenant was signed!"

Ronan chuckled.

He said to Matthew very casually:

"See, that's where they get to the cunning, when they're weak, they think they're endangered, and they try to protect themselves by pretending to be pitiful."

"But if it's a little stronger, they'll bite like mad dogs."

"But he's right, tonight's incident is indeed the sole responsibility of the God of Hunting, and I can't take the initiative to kill them all, that's too domineering, and I'm not the crazy woman of Isabel."

"So how many Wanderers you can kill in tonight's census depends on your taunting skills, and if you can provoke them, it will be a great achievement, and I may even consider sharing with you the long-cherished treasure of the Goddess of Magic!"

Matthew mentions:

"I'll do my best!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you do this alone."

Ronan pointed to the group of mammoths on the eastern horizon and said:

"That horse king over there, can you handle it?"

Matthew looked left and right, and suddenly said:

"That's like the Mammoth King."

Ronan waved his hand:

"It doesn't matter."

Matthew glanced at Mammoth King Hawken and the other hunters who were on the verge of greatness, and then said confidently:

"I can handle it."

Ronan nodded, then snapped his fingers.

Followed by.

A portal appears out of nowhere.

A familiar voice rang in Matthew's ears:

"Hey, Ronan, why didn't you die in the astral plane?"

"Matthew and I have prepared dozens of plans for your funeral."

"We also started an organization called Ronan Must Die, would you be interested in joining us?"

A massive construct emerges from the portal.

He has an extremely solid cylindrical torso and flexible limbs.

After standing up straight.

He was more than three meters tall, a cut taller than a mammoth.

It's the Legendary Construct Tower Spirit 177!

Faced with the resentful 177, Ronan didn't care about his offense, but smiled and reassured:

"I didn't forget to find you a suitable partner when I was in the astral plane."

"But the monsters of the astral plane are really abstract, and they are not suitable for you to be your company for a long time."

"But I just got one for you - look, how about that mammoth queen over there?"

"Look at the size should be something you'll like."

177 probed his head over there for a moment, and his tone was very soothing:

"Finally, you still have a little conscience!"

"Huh? Matthew, are you too? ”

"Do you have a crush on the Mammoth Queen, too? Then we're afraid we'll have to play fair. ”

Matthew denied it repeatedly, and righteously cleared himself up:

"I haven't agreed to join Ronan, the organization must die."

Who knew that 177's tone was full of shock:

"You're really thinking about it?"

"I'm kidding, you don't really like Ronan and want him dead, right?"

Matthew was completely speechless.

Fortunately, Ronan obviously knows more about 177.

He smiled and said he didn't care about it, and then commanded:

"After robbing the Mammoth Queen, remember to help Matthew complete tonight's census mission."

"I'll go say hello to the old fellow in the mountains first, and then go to the moon to talk to the god of hunting."

said.

His figure immediately disappeared in place.

Soon.

Among the mountains, I remembered the voices of shame and pain:

"Ronan, don't come here, we really didn't do anything!"

"Why didn't you knock when you came in?"

"Why don't you even have clothes on!?"

"Ronan, you stinky rascal......"

It didn't take long for these voices to be silenced by a force.

The mountains in the distance began to shake violently.

After another moment.

Matthew could feel the pressure in the darkness receding like a tidal wave.

It was many of the Wanderers who had planned to take advantage of the fire to leave.

The pressure on Matthew's body suddenly eased a lot.

Now.

The only enemies they faced were the hunters led by Mammoth King Hawken, and the nine-headed spider blood guard!

"The primitive hunting ritual is still there."

Lumière reminded softly.

Matthew glanced at him, and the dark red circle of light above his head became more solidified, a symbol of the soon-to-be-crowned chosen person of the god of hunting.

The god of the hunt took great pains to plan the operation.

With his strength and background, even if the alliance intervenes, I am afraid he will not give up easily.

Sure enough.

A slight tremor came again from the eastern land.

The moss on the permafrost swayed gently.

The mammoth herd, carrying nearly two hundred hunters, once again launched a charge on Matthew's group!

"Kill them all!"

Mammoth King Hawken rushed to the forefront.

The mammoth queen under his crotch has six fangs that are extremely long and curved, and it is easy to mess with at a glance.

The rest of the mammoths followed suit.

For a moment, the sky shook.

The scene was quite spectacular.

"I didn't expect to do it myself."

In the face of the menacing herd of mammoths, Matthew once again incarnates as a silver dragon.

He turned towards the enemy.

Then flapp your wings and fly!

Bobo and Lumière followed closely on either side behind Matthew.

The Mechanical Titan switches to flight mode, like a sturdy goshawk soaring over the plains.

Lumière was running and running, the blood on his body was constantly condensing, and the dinosaur phantom that had appeared in the battle with the Beamon Behemoth had changed from a head to a complete one!

The phantom was almost condensed into substance under the effect of the blood light.

Outwardly.

Running on the plains is already a bloody Tyrannosaurus, not Lumière himself!

Just flew a short distance.

Further behind Matthew's left and right hands was the sound of wind and vibration.

The person on the left hand side is 177.

He stepped away from a pair of long-legged runners striding across the plains, wielding an extremely thick mace in his hand.

The appearance of 177 is like an anime character who came out of a very rough painting work, and it looks a little funny and outrageous, but every action shown during the running process is full of power!

The shadow that appeared on his right hand was really beyond Matthew's expectations-

The other had silver scales and a slender neck.

The figure is only slightly petite than Matthew.

The combination of the cold breath and the faint dragon power perfectly releases the temperament of the superior.

That's Sylvia, the singer of the clouds!

"The Plateau on the Clouds and the Helen Mountains are my territory."

"Why don't you say hello to me when you come to my house?"

The silver dragon girl's crisp and beautiful voice can't help but have some complaints.

"Say hello after killing the enemy!"

Matthew smiled lightly.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the next moment, the huge body of the silver dragon began to swoop, heading straight towards the mammoth king Hawken in the center!

"Kill that silver dragon!"

Hawken stomped the mammoth queen's neck.

The latter erupted suddenly, its massive body leaping high at an incredible angle, and then crashing inexorably into the silver dragon in mid-air.

The silver dragon blinked.

In the vertical pupils.

The image of the Mammoth Queen and Hawken, clutching a spear on her back, is getting closer.

That moment.

Time seems to freeze.

Matthew's mind became more calm than ever.

He knew that the battle between the mountains and above the Blood Moon was the more crucial part.

But he was also well aware of the predicament that the Seven Saints Alliance was facing right now.

He is playing for Ronan and the Alliance.

Therefore, his words and deeds will be regarded as the epitome of the will of the alliance.

And in the midst of this dilemma.

Every shot of the alliance must not only achieve enough results, but also complete it beautifully and cleanly!

Otherwise, it will lead to many future troubles.

Thinking of this, Matthew did not hesitate.

He flapped his wings so hard that all the white scales made a wind chime-like sound.

The mighty force of nature suddenly exploded!

The next second.

The silver dragon's body began to skyrocket at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This skyrocketing is far beyond normal people's cognition.

Less than two breaths in time.

The silver dragon, which was originally only a dozen meters long, rose to a length of more than two hundred meters in one go!

His height is also far beyond the normal range.

Reached heights that many primeval dragons could not reach!

"Ability: Nature Djinn"!

Under the panicked gaze of countless enemies, the super silver dragon that looked like a world-destroying giant beast suddenly appeared in the sky above the plain.

Only for a moment.

All the mammoths panicked and tried to deflect.

But how could Matthew let them escape.

He approached the ground in a gliding position, then stretched out his thick hind limbs and stomped on the plains in a running position!

A mammoth that was originally extremely tall.

In front of the Super Silver Dragon, it is like cherries under the feet of normal humans!

Matthew ruthlessly opened his paws.

Then he stepped on it with one paw at a time!

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

A terrifying and dull voice rang out.

Many paw prints appeared on the wilderness.

And under every paw print, there is a meat puree mixed with mammoths and a large number of hunters!

Matthew looked at the enemies running under his feet.

There is no sorrow or joy in my heart.

"Is this what Leviathan feels like?"

He took the moment to glance at the mountains in the distance.

In the dark.

The silhouette of the mountains doesn't seem to be so tall anymore.

He could feel the deep fear in those gazes cast in the darkness.

That's the awe of the super-giant creatures that are engraved in the bones of all living beings!

Before the advent of the Age of Behemoths.

The silver dragon blessed by the natural djinn is almost the limit of normal cognition.

The creatures of Aiindo can be divided into miniature, small, medium, medium-large, large, super-large, and eventually super-large according to their size.

Matthew is now a super-giant behemoth.

This feeling of dominating the world is fascinating, as if it has the power to destroy the entire world.

But Matthew's heart was incomparably clear.

The real behemoth is still brewing in the womb of the universe.

Super jumbo is the limit of this era.

But in the next era.

The Super Silver Dragon may not be able to reach the edge of ordinary behemoths!

Come to think of it.

The feeling of swelling that had just sprung up in him was gone.

Present.

Matthew grabbed his time and frantically trampled on the enemies on the ground.

compared to other units.

The mammoth looked a little clumsy.

As soon as the super silver dragon stepped on it, it didn't take long for there to be no mammoth on this land except for the mammoth queen.

Matthew looked down.

There were many hunters and other beasts on the ground fleeing like ants.

The silver dragon bowed its head slightly, its chest bulging rapidly, and then exhaled violently into the earth.

In an instant.

A huge fan-shaped area was shrouded in extremely cold ice and snow.

A large number of beasts and hunters were simply frozen into ice sculptures!

A world of ice and snow appeared out of thin air on the plateau.

The originally chaotic situation also quieted down at this moment.

Among the large number of ice sculptures.

Hawken, the trembling Mammoth King, clenched his golden-colored spear.

He looked at everything around him in disbelief.

He didn't even realize what was going on—

I'm just a stunned god.

A super huge silver dragon appeared in front of him.

Except for himself and the mammoth queen under his crotch, almost all of his people have been killed in battle!

This is an unacceptable fact for Hawken!

However, as the heir of the god of hunting.

The glory of hunting has been carved into his veins.

That moment.

The flames of war reignited in his eyes.

He stood high above the Mammoth Queen's head and raised his spear at the invincible silver dragon!

"A silver dragon as huge as a mountain range!"

"I'm going to duel you!"

"In the witness of the mountains, in the witness of the blood moon, I, the third son of the god of hunting, King Hawken the Mammoth, have invited you to a duel."

"Let's have a fair hunting challenge, and the winner will be able to achieve the supreme glory in the hunting field!"

"I firmly believe that I will achieve the final victory, and I will officially enter the legend!"

Hawken's voice was resounding.

It reverberates above the plateau for a long time.

After the recitation of the oath symbolizing the legend of promotion.

A golden flame ignited on his body, and the spear in his hand became even more dazzling!

"Hawken really has the strength to be promoted to a legend!"

"I didn't expect him to forcibly start the ceremony of promoting the legend at this time......"

In mid-air.

Bird of the Cloud Elf was watching the battle with his two younger brothers.

And in the world of ice and snow.

Matthew also felt the constant burst of power in Hawken.

That's a sign of a legend on the verge of promotion!

The massive silver dragon moved its body and came to Hawken and the Mammoth King in a few steps.

"Accept my hunting challenge!"

"Silver Dragon!"

"You will be one of the greatest prey I have ever hunted in my life!"

Hawken's eyes were filled with fanaticism.

And yet in the face of all this.

Matthew raised his paw lightly, and then amid Hawken's panicked gaze and the mammoth queen's wail of pain.

His massive claws slammed down.

Immediately, there was another huge paw print on the ground.

Because of the slowing effect attached to the dragon's breath, Hawken and the Mammoth Queen didn't even run far before they fused with the paw prints.

A few seconds later.

Matthew's body shrank back quickly.

data bar.

……

"Hint: Mammoth King Hawken has carried out the final chapter of his legendary way, and he uses hunting as his domain in an attempt to become a legend!

Do you accept his hunting rituals?

You declined Hawken's invitation to hunt.

You killed Hawken and the Mammoth Queen!

Kill a large number of enemies in the body of a super-giant creature and you have the opportunity to explore the "Behemoth Realm".

Do you want to explore now?

You interrupted Hawken's promotion ceremony, and you received the title "Legendary Blocker." ”

+1 Legend for your area (Cloud Plateau/Helen Mountains)

Your slaughter of the hunter tribe in the form of a giant silver dragon has been hidden by a mysterious force.

The rest of the world of Aindor won't know about this for the time being......

……

Tired!

So tired!

There is a feeling of being hollowed out!

After ending the state of the natural djinn, Matthew couldn't maintain the form of a silver dragon on the spot.

Keep in mind that maintaining the wilderness form requires minimal concentration.

It can be seen that the huge consumption of this ability to the body is caused by the full force.

He quickly turned back into his human form, and drank two bottles of milk in quick succession, three mushrooms that replenished his energy and stamina, and four or five jars of magic potions.

Matthew finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then.

And the people gathered around.

Immediately, there was a gossip voice around him-

"Matthew, I didn't expect you to be so big!"

"Your size just now is really impressive!"

"Uh, can you get bigger again and let me see it?"

The silver dragon girl Sylvia looked at Matthew expectantly.

"Matthew, you're a little bit focused on yourself in the limelight."

"To be serious, my future wife was trampled to death by you, do you want to give me a little compensation?"

177's tone was full of resentment.

Bobo is the one who looks most excited:

"Matthew Matthew!"

"The next time it's that big, can you give me a ride?"

"My favorite mount is tall and big......"

Lumière is the only one who is most worried about Matthew's own state.

He asked with concern:

"How are you feeling right now?"

"According to what the mage master said just now, do you still have a lot to do tonight?"

"Can the body withstand it?"

Matthew was about to wave his hand to indicate that he was fine, but soon, a strong feeling of dizziness invaded his mind.

He took two steps and staggered a little.

Lumière hurried over to help.

"You can't go anymore, right?"

"Otherwise, if the mage master gives you the task, let me complete it!"

Lumière suggested earnestly.

Matthew took out another bottle of energy potion from his bag and poured it into himself.

Then he recovered for a while.

He also used teleportation tombstones to attract more than a dozen zombies.

"Make two stretchers."

"You let them take turns carrying me."

Matthew instructed the Mother of Coolies who had just been summoned.

The mother of coolies immediately complied.

Not much.

Two sturdy stretchers were made.

Present.

In the strange eyes of the rest of the people.

Four coolie zombies skillfully lift Matthew lying on a stretcher.

The latter waved his hand at everyone:

"You're waiting for me here."

"I'll come back to you tomorrow at dawn."

"177, let's go."

The voice fell.

The four coolie zombies obediently carried the stretcher and slowly walked in the direction of the mountains in the darkness.

……

Yesterday I just said that I was healthy, but today I have a severe cold, nasal congestion and sore throat, I am dizzy, woo woo! Ask for comfort.

(End of chapter)