Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 238 The Cold Truth

Gu Changying asked to herself, her eyes fixed on the battlefield.

On the back of the sword-backed dragon, sword spikes shot skyward with lightning, transforming into a colossal lightning sword formed from purple lightning.

These thunder swords actually merged into his thick, long tail, turning it into a thunder blade that was a hundred meters long!

As the sword-backed dragon's body and tail twitched, the thunder blade, like a hidden weapon tied to the end of a whip, arrived in front of the armored dragon like a flash of light, seemingly about to split the armored dragon's head in two.

"Aww~!"

The pseudo-dragon with the armored tortoise roared, knowing the power of the thunder blade and not daring to take it head-on. However, it was too late to dodge, and it instantly mustered all its strength to swerve to the right, its black jade-like scales meeting the oncoming thunder blade head-on.

At the same time, the fake dragon with the armored tortoise shell seemed to have been provoked, and its gray eyes were filled with shimmering white lightning.

Suddenly, its white, scimitar-like horns crackled, and rings of white lightning continuously contracted towards the tips of the horns. As the rings of lightning surged, its face became covered with lightning patterns. Then, its massive mouth opened, and a pillar of lightning composed entirely of white lightning, like a high-speed train at full speed or a meteor shooting from the sky, slammed into the chest of the sword-backed dragon that was trying to dodge.

"Clang~~~~~~!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

A sharp explosion was heard, followed by a heavy bang. When the lightning disappeared, a deep cut was revealed on the left side of the pseudo-dragon's body, with purple plasma spreading from its chest to its tail!

However, the Saberback Dragon was not seriously injured. The lightning bolt only shattered the skin on its chest and tore some flesh.

Compared to the fake dragon with the armored tortoise shell, its injuries were undoubtedly much lighter, and those purple-gold sword spikes on its back actually reappeared on its body after the attack.

Clearly, although both are sub-monarchs, the Sword-backed Sub-Dragon is not only more powerful in cultivation, but also surpasses the Armored Pseudo-Dragon in all aspects.

These two attacks clearly demonstrated the true strength of these two monarchs, and were not simply a matter of physical strength in their previous fight.

Seeing the two monarchs fighting and hearing Gu Changying's words, Bai Mo also became puzzled.

"That's right, monarch-level beings are more intelligent than many humans. Why are they fighting? It's pointless. Why would two monarchs start fighting?"

"This should be the territory of the Ao Jia Pseudo-Dragon, or rather, that Elemental Saint Spirit. It must be that Swordbacked Sub-Dragon coming to cause them trouble," Bai Hanxing said.

"Why is it causing trouble? Does it want to eat its own kind to break through its own level?" Sikong Wen noticed that the Sword-backed Dragon's cultivation level was very close to that of the Little Monarch and couldn't help but speculate.

Dragons can generally grow to the level of a minor monarch, but this process is very slow. Therefore, it is not strange that they use food to accelerate their growth.

"You're right!"

Gu Changying raised an eyebrow, her sharp gaze fixed on the Sword-backed Wyvern, which was practically overwhelming the Armored Pseudo-Dragon. Her voice fell heavily:

"It seems we need to help that fake dragon with the turtle shell."

"No!" A calm voice rang out, and Ding Yumin said, "I can sense that the Saberback Wyvern has no intention of eating the Armored Pseudo-Dragon."

"What do you mean?"

Gu Changying was puzzled, and Bai Mo also looked at her face. He saw her pair of crystal clear pearl eyes moving as she looked at the elemental spirit whose specific appearance was not clear.

"There are things more suitable for breaking through and improving cultivation than the pseudo-dragon with its armored shell."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo followed her gaze to the elemental holy spirit, whose figure was somewhat blurry, perched on the edge of Minglei Cliff. His tone was very low:

"That sword-backed dragon, it wants to devour my elemental spirit to help it advance?!"

"Yes!" Ding Yumin nodded emphatically. "That should be it. I can feel its malice and greed, all directed at that elemental holy spirit."

"That's possible. The AoE Pseudo-Dragon is water and lightning-type, while the Saberback is lightning and earth-type, with lightning being the predominant element."

Sikong Wen stroked his chin and analyzed, "Moreover, the bloodline of the Aojia Pseudo-Dragon is relatively low, so eating it won't be of much benefit to the Swordback Wyvern."

But the Lightning Elemental Saint is different. An Elemental Saint represents the elements, and the elemental power it contains is unimaginable. Consuming it would not only accelerate the Saberback Dragon's growth to reach the Lesser Monarch realm, but it could even purify its own lightning, giving it the confidence to reach the Greater Monarch realm! No wonder it came to fight the Carapace Pseudo-Dragon.

"The Elemental Holy Spirit has this function?" Bai Hanxing was taken aback.

"Elemental spirits are naturally born and nurtured, and there isn't much difference between them and rare, precious materials."

Gu Changying shook her head, then glanced at the two sub-monarchs fighting to the point of blood and gore. Her eyes flickered, but she didn't rush to make a decision to help the pseudo-dragon with the armored tortoise shell. Instead, she looked at Ding Yumin and asked:

"Since the Elemental Holy Spirit is extremely beneficial to the Swordback Wyvern with the Thunder attribute, what about the Armored Pseudo-Dragon, which also possesses the Thunder attribute?! Yu Mian, carefully sense whether the Armored Pseudo-Dragon is truly protecting the Elemental Holy Spirit or just protecting its own food!"

"I learned about your conversation earlier. The Ao Jia Pseudo-Dragon is indeed protecting the Elemental Holy Spirit, but it also covets and is greedy for the Elemental Holy Spirit. However, it seems to be wary of something and did not eat it immediately, but kept it by its side, which is why the Swordback Wyvern discovered it."

Ding Yumin calmly revealed a rather chilling truth to the Elemental Saint Spirit cub.

Neither the False Dragon nor the Saberback Dragon intended to let it go. Those who protected it were not sincere, but those who wanted to eat it were truly sincere.

"Let's wait until they're both severely weakened before we make our move."

Bai Mo spoke slowly, feeling a pang of pity for this new ally he had never met before. His eyes, however, were fixed on the battlefield.

The two monarchs were now fighting fiercely, and the flat land in that area was almost entirely filled with deep pits, cracks, and gullies created by the two enormous creatures battling each other.

The geology of Minglei Cliff has been forged by lightning over the years, making it hard. It withstood the battle between two monarch-level creatures without collapsing. If it were elsewhere, the original terrain would probably have been completely destroyed long ago.

All the purple-gold sword blades on the Swordback Dragon's body were broken off. Some were smashed by the Armored Pseudo-Dragon, while others were wielded by the dragon itself. It used the unique sharp weapons on its body, enhanced with its own powerful lightning, to attack the Armored Pseudo-Dragon.

At this moment, the pseudo-dragon with the armored scales had lost its initial indestructible state. Its thick, mountain-like scales were now pitted and uneven, and a purple-gold longsword with crackling lightning was stuck upside down in its thick back, penetrating halfway into it, causing it intense pain.

"Roar~~~~!!"

A short, low growl came from the thick, short throat of the Turtle-Armored False Dragon. Its head, which was blind in one eye, had a ferocious expression, and several diagonal tear marks ran through its huge face.

Its remaining eye had turned from gray to blood red, clearly due to severe injury, which had fully unleashed the demon's bloodthirsty and ferocious nature.

With a deft flick of its long tail, it wildly ripped away the massive purple-gold bone sword that was stuck upside down on its back, leaving a large chunk of bloody flesh torn from its body.

The Aojia Pseudo-Dragon, seemingly oblivious to pain, pushed off with all four limbs, its two scimitar-like horns thrusting forward. Its entire body seemed to shift and change shape, or like a collapsing mountain, crashing into the Swordbacked Sub-Dragon at an unimaginable speed.

"Holy crap!!!!!"

The Sword-Backed Dragon let out a painful cry, having no time to dodge the impact. It only managed to raise its hands to block in front of it, but the sharp horns of the Armored Pseudo-Dragon pierced through it, and its body was forced back two steps by the immense force.

"Aww!!"

However, even when it retreated, the Saberback was no pushover. Its bloodline was superior to that of the Armored Pseudo-Dragon, and in terms of strength, the Armored Pseudo-Dragon was far inferior. It was only because it was caught off guard that it was knocked back.

As it retreated, the muscles on its forelimbs, which had been pierced by the pseudo-dragon's horn, suddenly tightened, like rocks, firmly fixing the pseudo-dragon's horn within its forelimbs. Furthermore, dense purple crystals gathered at the wound on the sword-backed dragon's hand, gradually growing onto the pseudo-dragon's horn. Sharp cutting sounds rang out, as if trying to shred the horn.

"Roar! Ro ...

"Knock knock!"

Using the momentum of its backward movement, the Saberback Wyvern roared a few times, gathering all its strength, and its hind feet embedded themselves directly into the rock and soil, making a dull sound. The ground around it cracked like a spider web. The claws that firmly restrained the Armored Pseudo-Dragon pulled hard, actually causing the massive Armored Pseudo-Dragon, which was as big as a castle, to stagger and lose its footing!

The pseudo-dragon felt a tremendous force coming from the dragon horn on its head, and it could not break free no matter what it did. Its entire body was pulled forward two steps involuntarily by this enormous force, and it felt a sharp pain in its dragon horn, as if it was about to be pulled off!

"Whoosh!"

The remaining pseudo-dragon suddenly opened its eyes wide, its head thrusting forward with force, causing its horns to sink even deeper. Its massive jaws opened, and it lunged to bite at the head of the sword-backed dragon.

But then the sword-backed dragon used its arms to twist the head of the armored pseudo-dragon into a slight arc, while turning its own head to the side and using the skirt armor around its neck to block the hysterical attack.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the armored pseudo-dragon tore its skirt armor apart. The sword-backed sub-dragon, not to be outdone, tightened its grip on the pseudo-dragon's horns, causing the pseudo-dragon to be caught off guard and its head to snap to the side, producing a clear cracking sound of bones colliding.

"Roar!"

With a cry of pain, the false dragon with the armored shell kicked the ground with all four legs. Seeing that it could not pull out the dragon horn, it advanced instead of retreating, and its long tail fell towards the head of the dragon on the back of the sword like a meteor hammer.

The sword-backed dragon remained unmoved, enduring the blow head-on, its head twisted and the area struck a bloody mess. It didn't seem to care, however, it continued to twist its body and claws that were holding the pseudo-dragon's horns, determined to twist the pseudo-dragon's head 360 degrees.

The Scaled Pseudo-Dragon felt an increasingly intense pain in its neck, and its entire body went numb. Seeing that the Saberback Wyvern did not dodge its attacks, the Scaled Pseudo-Dragon completely panicked. It only wanted to protect its food, not to die!

If the saber-backed wyvern were to twist its head, it wouldn't die instantly, but it would lose control of its body. Then, the saber-backed wyvern would eat the good stuff behind it, becoming even stronger. How could it possibly survive?!

Thinking of this, the eyes of the fake dragon with the armored tortoise instantly turned fierce and ruthless.

"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

A painful and hysterical roar rang out, and the dragon horns that had been restrained on the head of the pseudo-dragon of the Aojia Armored Dragon suddenly crackled with lightning. They were pulled directly from the head of the pseudo-dragon of the Aojia Armored Dragon, taking with them a large piece of flesh and blood, which turned into two flying knives. They unexpectedly cut through the claws of the sword-backed dragon and pierced into its chest.

"roar!!!"

With a loud roar, the sword-backed dragon's eyes were filled with ferocity, and its blood-soaked claws stabbed towards the eyes of the armored pseudo-dragon like an excavator.

The pseudo-dragon with the armored shell seemed to have been prepared. It rolled on the ground with a tremor, dodging the attack. It had no intention of getting entangled with the sword-backed dragon. As soon as it stood firm on its four feet, it took heavy steps and ran quickly towards the outside of Minglei Cliff.

Knowing they couldn't win, and that seizing the elemental spirits was inconvenient, they decided to leave.

"Oh no! He's coming this way!"

Originally, Bai Mo and his group of five were quite excited to see the monarchs fighting each other to the death. However, just as the battle was about to reach its climax and a life-or-death situation was about to be decided, the fake dragon with the armored tortoise shell did not play by the rules. It launched an attack that injured the enemy a thousand times but also injured itself eight hundred times, and then tried to run away!

They ran away, but instead charged straight at them, showing absolutely no sense of propriety.

"Brother! Teleport, quick!" Gu Changying shouted immediately.

They were not weak, but they were unwilling to face two sub-monarchs at once, and a head-on collision with a monarch-level being was not something that could be withstood directly.

Neither Bai Hanxing nor Gu Changying actually specializes in defensive magic.

The speed of a monarch-class creature is incredible. It strides forward with a thunderous roar, each step splitting the ground a hundred meters wide. Any rocks or fallen trees that block its path are reduced to fragments by the monarch-class creature's full-speed body.

Bai Mo had already begun drawing his magic the moment the fake dragon with the turtle-like shell turned and charged straight at them.

They weren't far from the battlefield; at monarch-level speed, they were practically within reach. Fortunately, his drawing speed had reached the level of a single thought star map, which was extremely fast.

However, the demon that was trying to escape was also incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it appeared before them like a moving mountain!

And Bai Mo's constellation has been officially completed.

(End of this chapter)