The Stitched Dragon's Metamorphosis is Complete

Matthew frowned; he had just witnessed Amon feeding the stitched-up monster.

"We must stop this stitched-together monster's final transformation!"

Without much hesitation, Matthew once again channeled his full magical power into the [Lightfall Spell Scroll].

On the other side of the battlefield, the flesh altar continued to glow red.

The stitched monster that swallowed Draven is undergoing a rapid transformation.

The stitches on its body healed rapidly, its cloudy eyes transformed into vertical pupils, a pair of huge horns grew from its head, and its claws curved and became even sharper.

Amon quickly chanted the incantation, then channeled his magic into his palm and cast a magical mark toward the flesh altar.

"Clang, clang—"

The runic chains slowly detached from the stitched-together monster, the chains vibrating and clanging.

As the restraints were lifted, the red light of the flesh altar gradually diminished, and the oppressive aura emanating from the stitched-up monster reached its peak.

next moment!

The stitched-up monster's body suddenly swelled up a lot, its dragon scales quickly receded, and then a new layer of thick scales grew back.

It spread its enormous fleshy wings, smashed several stone pillars, and then let out a fierce roar.

"roar!!!"

The final transformation is complete; this stitched-together monster has been fully transformed into a wyvern!

The compressed energy sphere formed by the [Lightfall Technique Scroll] tore through space and shot straight toward it.

The stitched dragon took a deep breath, its mouth flaring with eerie green flames.

Then, it opened its mouth wide, spewing out venomous flames mixed with a putrid stench.

"Bang!!!"

The compressed energy sphere and the poisonous flames collided and annihilated each other completely.

Instantly, a putrid stench filled the underground cavern.

Aimon stared in rapture at the stitched-together dragon before him, and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, good, good!"

"It's done! It's finally done!"

"This powerful force is truly a magnificent work of art."

【Name: Stitched Dragon】

【Mental Power: 4】

[Physical Fitness: 70]

[Description: A sub-dragon that was artificially synthesized and transformed through a continuous supply of blood and flesh.]

[Unrefinable; the item possesses its own consciousness.]

Matthew hadn't expected the transformation of the stitched dragon to be completed so quickly; he stared intently at the data on the panel.

"Constitution 70..."

The situation had reversed, and Eamon breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and pointed directly at Matthew, speaking to the stitched-up wrought-iron beside him.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The stitched dragon seemed to understand Amon's words; its eyes gleamed with a ghostly green as it stared intently at Matthew.

Then it flapped its wings and slowly took off, a gust of wind rose up, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The toxins in the sutured dragon's mouth were gathering, and an even more potent venomous flame was brewing.

However, Matthew was already prepared. He had begun to concentrate his mental energy as soon as he saw the message pop up on the system panel.

The fire elements floating in the air trembled violently, as if drawn by some immense attraction, and rapidly gathered in front of him, forming a magical vortex.

He chanted an incantation, and sixty-eight scorching hot runes outlined a spell model.

The next second, a crimson magic circle appeared above Matthew's head.

At this moment, Matthew's magic power was at its peak. With a wave of his hand, the magic vortex transformed into a tornado and surged into the magic circle.

The temperature inside the underground cave suddenly soared, and the air instantly became dry and scorching.

Upon seeing this, Eamon gasped. He could feel the violent power contained within the magic circle and immediately shouted at the stitched dragon in mid-air.

"Quick! Stop him! Don't let the spell be cast!"

However, it was too late.

The magic circle burned and shattered, and the scattered magic power instantly condensed into a streamlined fire meteorite.

The fiery meteorite, as hot as lava, transformed into a blazing inferno, carrying a suffocating pressure as it tore through the air and hurtled straight toward the stitched dragon.

"call--"

The stitched dragon opened its mouth wide and spewed out a long-brewing venomous flame.

However, the poisonous flames were easily torn apart by the fiery meteorite as if they were made of paper, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The scattered poisonous fog was also completely annihilated by the terrifying high temperature.

"boom!!!"

【Meteor Spell 2.0】The fiery meteors unleashed struck the stitched dragon's body with lightning speed.

"Roar!!!" It let out a mournful howl before its body was instantly swallowed up by the destructive torrent that crushed everything.

"Pat-pat-pat-"

The stitched dragon's body exploded into countless fragments, which crashed heavily to the ground.

The strong winds dispersed the thick smoke that filled the underground cavern.

Eamon was extremely close to the explosion's epicenter and was affected by the energy emanating from the fiery meteorite; he was now collapsed on the ground.

Even with his powerful physique and the protection of dragon scales, his bones still shattered, rendering him unable to move.

He stared wide-eyed at the stitched dragon, now reduced to pieces in mid-air, his expression still one of disbelief.

Just then, a piece of shattered flesh hit his face, bringing him back to his senses.

Emmon stared in horror at Matthew as he slowly approached, his voice trembling.

"You...you..."

Matthew remained silent, responding to the other person's heavy kick.

"Bang—" A head split open like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere, stickily spreading across the scorched earth of the cave.

After confirming that the other party was completely dead, Matthew breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, he did not let his guard down at all, as this was still the other side's territory.

The consumption of 【Meteor Spell 2.0】 is astonishing; a single cast depletes most of your mana.

He quickly took out a bottle of mana restoration potion from his spatial bracelet and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Matthew quickly took out a bottle of mana restoration potion from his spatial bracelet and drank it down in one gulp.

Feeling his magic power rapidly returning, he calmed himself down and carefully explored his surroundings with the help of the system.

As far as the eye could see, there were corpses everywhere.

There was no other living creature besides him.

Beside the altar of flesh and blood lay the remains of more than a dozen knights, all wearing the standard armor of the Royal Knights.

"It seems that the disappearance of the knight's body in the mine was the work of the Harrison family."

"Prince Evan should also have become 'nourishment' for that stitched-up dragon."

After a system scan, no other valuable items were found inside the cave.

Matthew bent down and picked up Amon's spatial ring, examining it carefully.

First, he found an experimental log inside.

He used the system to extract the general content and began to review it in his mind.

This diary mainly records the process of cultivating the sutured dragon.

Amon somehow obtained the method for "artificially synthesizing dragons".

Through numerous experiments, he determined that by stitching together certain types of dragon beasts and performing a flesh and blood sacrifice ritual, there was a chance that the stitched creature would be promoted to a sub-dragon!

Amon went to great lengths to synthesize the wyvern, not to raise a powerful magical beast pet, but to complete the bloodline inheritance of the Harrison family.

The third fusion of dragon bloodlines!