Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2073 2045. Spirit Fire Dragon

How big is the Blue Coast?

Riding on the back of the Qilin, Margarita couldn't help but ask Messermo, who was walking in a sea of ​​flowers.

The scenery of the Azure Coast is indeed beautiful and dreamlike. The petals that emit a faint blue light make this place seem like a completely different continent from the Shadowlands.

"You brought news that Michaela abandoned her body here, but do you know how big the Azure Coast is?"

Messermo coldly retorted, leaving Margarita speechless for a moment.

However, seeing Lann's nonchalant expression, Messermo still answered the question.

"The Blue Coast is about half the size of the Cemetery Plain, and it also has high and low fault lines."

"Surrounded by the sea on two sides, behind us lies the cemetery plain we came from, and the last side..."

At this point, Moses paused, but only thought for a moment before continuing.

"There's a lot of stuff in that direction, but it's also very dangerous. There's a group of finger ruins filled with lampreys and finger worms, and a huge horn that can't be blown. Further in that direction is Spike Mountain, where a mad dragon lives."

"The Mad Dragon?" The horse's hooves and footprints rustled through the blue flowers, making a soft rustling sound as the grass whispered. Lan En asked curiously, "Is that the dragon's title? Is it a flying dragon or an ancient dragon?"

As darkness fell, they realized they wouldn't find anything today, so they became much more casual in their movements.

Lan En asked this question specifically because when Messermo mentioned this point earlier, there was a subtle sense of apprehension in his expression and tone.

Although Messermo was not officially designated a demigod by the Golden Dynasty after the War of the Giants, his lineage as a member of the Golden Clan was undeniable.

The experience and lessons learned in the war of giants are also very real.

Such a person would naturally possess demigod-level combat power.

The dragons in the border region are certainly dangerous and powerful species to ordinary people, but for powerful beings of their caliber, they shouldn't be enemies that require special attention, right?
Why did Messermo use that tone and expression?
"A flying dragon or an ancient dragon? Ha!" But to everyone's surprise, after hearing Lann's question, Messermo, who was always indifferent, scoffed, "You're trying to use this kind of distinction to define its ownership?"

"The dragon race divisions you know now, and the blood feuds between dragons, all arose because of this!"

Seeing that Lan En was not frightened, but instead listened to the story quietly, Messermo snorted softly through his nose.

"Focus on our business, Faded One. Ignore it. It has its own fun and doesn't care about anything outside Spike Mountain. Michaela wants to become a god, but even if my brother does use the Gate of God to elevate his soul to godhood..."

"But as long as he hasn't been able to incorporate the illusion of the Elden Ring into his body and truly become a god, the dragon on Spike Mountain doesn't care at all."

A dragon that doesn't even care about a god-like soul?

Messermo's words piqued Lan En's curiosity, but fortunately, Lan En wasn't the type to let curiosity interfere with important matters.

Since it has nothing to do with the current situation, Lan En won't make things more difficult for himself.

By this time, it was completely dark, and the blue flower fields on the azure coast looked even more dreamlike and beautiful.

But this made Messermo even more cautious.

He decided to stop the nighttime search, and the group set up camp under a large natural rock ridge at the junction of the cemetery plain and the blue coast to spend the night.

During the time it took to travel from the Shadow Altar during the day, Messermo and Melina did not exchange a single word, acting as if they were complete strangers who had just met once.

No, even strangers who have just met might deliberately say a few more words to liven up the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, to others, they both appeared indifferent and aloof, with little change in their expressions.

At this moment, on the azure coast, the sea breeze blows from the water, causing the sea of ​​flowers to sway gently, creating a scene of tranquility and beauty.

Melina, riding on Torret, looked as tall as Messermo walking. Although they were silent, they both slowed their pace in unison.

The Witcher was good at reading the atmosphere; he deliberately tugged at the Qilin's mane to keep it from moving too close.

Previously, Lann only thought Melina was a blockhead. But now, it's clear that Messermo is a blockhead just as big as her.

Previously, Messermo didn't ask much about Melina's specific background, but that doesn't mean the siblings didn't need to communicate.

On the contrary, it wasn't that Messermo hadn't spent time with his brother, the "Golden" Godwin. But even with that flawless Golden Prince, Messermo inexplicably felt no closer to him than with Melina standing before him.

...Is it because both of them have eye problems?

Even Messermo himself was somewhat puzzled by this.

The brother and sister's lips trembled as a group of people walked slowly behind them. Apart from Lan En, Qilin, Rongbuqiu, and Margarita all craned their necks to look forward, wanting to see how the two wooden figures would handle this complicated and long-standing family dispute.

However, just as the two were about to tentatively speak at the same time!
"Wait!" Lan En suddenly frowned and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Almost at the same moment, Messermo, who was already having a headache about how to communicate, suddenly frowned sharply, his brows which had relaxed as he strolled beside Melina!
Melina immediately turned her horse around, and Torret cleverly leaped lightly to the side.

Lan En's movements in pulling on the Qilin's mane were almost identical.

And in the next moment.

"Whoosh~"

Flames, as wide as a curtain, descended from the sky and spread out!
However, these flames were quite different from ordinary flames. Although they rained down in an overwhelming manner, they did not cause people to feel high temperatures or intense heat in an instant. The flames were bluish-white, with the blue in the very center being so deep as to be almost black.

And after it was spread on the ground, there was a series of cracking sounds as the icicles froze!
This is the [Spirit Fire]!
"Hiss~ Meow!"

The velvet ball shivered.

Its small armor uses the same materials and technology as Smaug, and is highly effective in resisting high temperatures, but it is less effective in low temperatures.

But that was all. The light red flames of battle aura on its body burst open, and the vitality pulsating between its muscles dispelled the chill.

"What it is?"

Margarita's hands shimmered with the light of chaotic magic as she asked aloud.

However, it wasn't Lann who answered her, but Messermo.

"A spirit fire dragon! We're too slow. It's going to land on the Azure Coast tonight, and we've just run into it."

The flower fields of the Azure Coast, like the endless withered grass of the Cemetery Plain, seem to possess a strange power that sustains the flowers and grass, allowing them to quickly recover after being damaged.

At this moment, a large patch of blue flowers covered by the spirit fire was frozen in that instant, the glowing petals still maintaining the appearance of being blown and swayed by the wind.

But with a dull thud as something heavy hit the ground, the frozen flowers were smashed into pieces along with the ground!
"Boom!"

Above the icy sea of ​​fire formed by spirit flames, a dragon swooped down to the ground, barely managing to stop only after its wings, claws, and hind legs had plowed deep furrows into the earth.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon's roar, which resembled a tangible shockwave, forced the surrounding spiritual fire to disperse considerably.

What appeared before them was a flying dragon.

The dragons don't have the red dragon thunder of the ancient dragons, but they seem to have good power adaptability.

Lan En knows of many dragons that exhibit this characteristic.

Legend has it that there is an ice dragon on the summit of Giant Snow Mountain.

A typical flying dragon breathes fire.

In Lienia, there is the Radiant Stone Dragon Smarag, who gained Radiant Stone magic after consuming too many mages' bodies, and Adura, who studies magic as a knight under the Moon Princess Lani.

Even so, the spirit fire dragon before them was quite peculiar.

Large patches of its skin had ripped off, revealing its underlying keel. Even its once-thick, membranous wings had become fluttering, tattered cloaks.

Those flaked, tattered skins clung to its body, half-dead, weathered and blackened.

Together with the pale white keel, they make up the entire dragon.

It looks almost like a dead dragon, making one wonder if there's a dead bird in the Shadowlands that burned a dragon's corpse somewhere to create this thing.

However, the moment the opponent descended, Lan En, who had activated [Spiritual Vision], could clearly see that the opponent was different from the Deadborn that appeared after the Golden Law of the Borderlands shattered.

Its vitality was indeed very weak, but it seemed that it was too powerful to die even in this state. Later, after being sealed in the Shadowlands, it was unable to die at all.

Thus, in this awkward situation between life and death, he came to understand and adapt to the power of the [Spirit Fire].

“Is it powerful?”

Margarita was put down from her horse by Lann, and she looked up and asked.

She was just a sorceress; she didn't have Lann's insight and judgment.

“It should be pretty impressive,” Lan En chuckled, “but it’s nothing special right now. Be careful not to get frostbite.”

Margarita said no more, but instead her hands flashed with light as she chanted ancient incantations.

In an instant, a layer of light flashed across their bodies, and the cold feeling brought by the spiritual fire was greatly reduced.

A loud 'boom' rang out!
The chill brought by the spiritual fire was completely overwhelmed by a burst of heat!

Messermo's speed carved a conspicuous path through the sea of ​​flowers.

His right hand held up a fireball, with black smoke coiling around it like a snake. As soon as the spirit fire dragon landed, the black rotten skin and white bones were illuminated in the next instant and turned dark red!

Messermo's fireball was already pressed against its chin!

"Bang!!!"

Under the piercing gaze of the piercer's golden eyes, the fireball and black smoke in his hand suddenly expanded!

"Ow!"

The fire dragon's head emitted a shrill scream as it was enveloped in the fireball.

(End of this chapter)