Distinguish the Primary from the Secondary

"What is that thing in your hand?"

Vermees was utterly stunned by that instant of incredibly thick, supercharged lightning.

That was absolutely not a magical effect that an ordinary Lightning Bolt could produce!

Even as strong as she was, she could not guarantee that she would not be seriously injured and collapse after taking another hit.

One only had to look at the first Iron Golem lying silent in the Swamp to understand just how astonishingly destructive that devastating flash of electricity had been.

The Red Dragon found it hard to believe that a "human hatchling" of Raymond's age could possibly possess so many powerful magical items and scrolls.

That simply defied common sense!

"This?"

Raymond patted the cylindrical, translucent crystal fixed to his belt.

"It is just a small energy-storage device. Nothing special. Its limitations are considerable too; it can only store electrical energy. What you saw just now was roughly the total accumulation from several months of nonstop work by the power generator. But now, it is completely empty. Also, be careful. The Swamp is about to disappear."

Before he had even finished speaking, Raymond quickly retreated to a safe distance.

As a Creator, the combat style that suited him best was hiding behind teammates who could fight and take hits, using all kinds of magical items, scrolls, and potions to provide support.

Simply put, this was a support-oriented class rather than a combat-oriented one.

So, once he confirmed that he was in a relatively safe position, Raymond immediately took out another card.

Magic Card: Enchanted Fangs and Claws

LV1 Green Card (Upgradeable)

Card Quality: Inferior

Effect: After this card takes effect, it can strengthen a designated target's natural weapons, such as teeth and claws. It is equivalent to adding an extra enchantment bonus to their original strength. Duration: two minutes

Using this card requires paying one point of universal mana, or one point of green mana representing forests, life, and nature

After Enchanted Fangs and Claws takes effect, this card automatically enters the graveyard to await rebirth. Time: 12 hours

Without a doubt, it was one of Raymond's own creations.

Its inspiration came from the natural spell Magic Fang.

He happened to possess a Creature Card whose combat power could be greatly enhanced through Magic Fang.

Back then, he had spent quite a bit of effort figuring out the principles behind the spell and how it worked.

After many twists and turns, he had finally succeeded in creating it.

One had to understand that Card Creation was completely different from using Mimicry to imitate a class and gain its abilities.

He had to rely on his own mind to understand and master every detail of the spell, as well as the way its energy functioned.

In fact, it was not easy at all for a Planeswalker to create cards of any type or level.

This was especially true for a novice who had just become a Planeswalker. They needed to constantly acquire knowledge from different worlds, study profound and complex magical principles, then transform them into something that belonged to them and fit their own system.

Raymond felt that the two cards he had obtained at the beginning, Mind Library and Mimicry, had not been given to him by coincidence.

Rather, the owner of the Legacy had known that, after igniting the Spark, the inheritor would need the help of those two cards most of all.

Without Mind Library, let alone rapidly acquiring vast amounts of knowledge, even learning a completely unfamiliar language and writing system would have been a major problem.

Even with spells and magical items like Tongues and Read Magic assisting him.

As for Mimicry, it allowed Raymond to quickly acquire a spellcasting class suited to the current magical world and complete his introduction into it.

It could even make those around him regard him as a genius and nurture him as one, allowing him access to better resources and a better environment for survival.

Otherwise, given the sinister, cunning, and cruel nature of the Necromancer Archmage—Astar—the consequences would have been disastrous if he discovered that a target he was interested in lacked sufficient spellcasting talent.

Raymond felt that if he had performed even slightly worse back then, he might as well have reserved a glass jar filled with preservative fluid in advance in the necromancy laboratory on the first underground level, for storing the organs, head, and limbs carved out of his dismembered corpse.

That was absolutely not an exaggeration!

In less than two years, Astar had personally dismembered and ended the lives of six apprentices who had failed their tests and been "eliminated."

Whenever Raymond recalled those spine-chilling days, every nerve in his body instinctively tightened.

Fortunately!

That nightmare-like life was about to end.

As the Swamp's magical effect gradually faded, the floor of the passageway turned back into hard stone slabs.

Raymond immediately activated the card in his hand, aiming it at the Red Dragon.

In an instant!

A green glow enveloped the dragon's claws and teeth, forming a stable magical aura that was difficult to notice.

"This is..."

Vermees sensed the change, and a deeply puzzled expression appeared on her face.

"This is an enhancement spell! Your claws and teeth can now tear through those Iron Golems' tough shells. Go! Destroy them!" Raymond gave the order bluntly.

An Adult Red Dragon's teeth and claws could already be considered natural magical weapons.

With the spell's enhancement effect added on top, dealing with those severely damaged Iron Golems should not have been much of a problem in theory.

Perhaps Enchanted Fangs and Claws had given the Red Dragon a powerful boost of confidence.

Or perhaps those heavily damaged Iron Golems, which could barely even keep their balance, simply did not look threatening anymore.

In any case, Vermees fearlessly charged in.

She first opened her mouth and bit down on the nearest Golem's head, then flung it around like a tattered rag doll.

In the blink of an eye, the Golem's head separated from its body with a crack.

When that heavy iron body fell, it not only smashed the stone slabs but also left a small crater in the ground.

At the same time, the Red Dragon's tail did not remain idle.

With a single turn and tail sweep, she sent the Golems that already had balance issues sprawling across the ground.

Then she pounced on them, using her claws and teeth to frantically tear at the wounded and damaged parts of the Iron Golems' bodies.

Although some Golems struggled to launch counterattacks, even opening their mouths to spew poisonous clouds of death,

they could barely inflict any effective damage against the Red Dragon's sturdy scales and powerful magical resistance.

At most, they left a few relatively deep scratches on the hardest scales along her back, along with minor internal injuries.

After all, these Iron Golems possessed neither intelligence nor the ability to think. They did not understand retreat either, and merely carried out their master's orders in a mechanical fashion.

The pain caused by inhaling the poisonous clouds made Vermees recall the nightmare-like scene from not long ago, and she immediately fell into unparalleled madness and fury.

It was as if Raymond's face had appeared above every one of those Golems' heads.

"Roar!!!!!!!!"

With that deafening roar, she completely abandoned defense and tactics, charging about like a madwoman.

Through unyielding frontal melee combat, she soon tore the seven severely damaged Iron Golems into pieces.

Metal arms, legs, torsos, and heads were scattered everywhere.

No wonder people said that Red Dragon eggs had the lowest survival rate among all True Dragons on Faerun.

Only the White Dragon, known as the "shame of True Dragons," could compare.

Those who survived to adulthood were even fewer and farther between.

Most of them died fighting their own kind during adolescence.

This tendency to fly into a rage and fight to the death without retreating whenever they were injured or emotionally agitated was truly hard to evaluate.

Seeing dragon blood flow from Vermees's mouth and nostrils before dripping to the ground, Raymond could not help gently shaking his head as he took the opportunity to recover quite a bit of universal mana from the destroyed Iron Golems.

He then poured all the excess into raising his Planeswalker level.

He understood very clearly that Planeswalker was the core of his power.

The class levels he obtained through Mimicry were merely a means of accumulating magical knowledge and continuously expanding the types and quantity of cards he could create.

He had to distinguish the primary from the secondary.

"Huff—huff—huff—"

Amid heavy panting, the Red Dragon gradually recovered from that mindless state.

But she did not dare vent the negative emotions in her heart on Raymond. Avoiding eye contact with him, she asked without turning her head, "We have cleared out the guards in the passageway. Can we pass through now and enter the room on the other side of the door?"

Raymond nodded lightly. "Mm! We should be able to. But you need to carry me across, in case there are spikes and magical traps hidden beneath the floor or inside the walls."

"Climb up by stepping on my tail."

Vermees stretched out the long tail behind her.

Although she felt that being ridden by a human hatchling was humiliating, even an insult,

if other dragons saw it, she would definitely be mocked without mercy.

She might even become the "shame of Red Dragons."

But in order to stay alive, she decisively chose to swallow her pride.

She even tried to persuade and deceive herself with the idea of an "equal alliance."

It could not be helped. Red Dragons were the proudest and most arrogant of all True Dragons.

It seemed that truly taming this fellow would require spending some time and effort slowly training her...