The moment the whimsical idea was born, Mo Di set out to implement it.

He moved the entries 【Spell Reinforcement】 and 【Blood Magic Mastery】 to Ed's Page and invited his good brother to possess him.

Under the blessing of the page, his strength increased slightly, but at the same time, his body also bore a considerable burden.

Fortunately, everything was within a controllable range; his body's recovery and breakdown were in balance, which would not affect his life and combat.

“The Seed of Mind increased my focus and also enhanced my curiosity.

The Killing Intent amplified the desire for slaughter in my heart, keeping my Seed of Mind in a state where it could be activated at any time.

By the way, how can these two entries coexist?”

Mo Di couldn't understand; it seemed his good brother Ed was truly a contradictory person.

Or perhaps, it was his hatred for De Wei An before his death that forged the 【Killing Intent】 entry.

No matter what, this entry also provided him with an amplification.

“Farga is indeed a graduate of Frost Tower Mage Academy; the theoretical knowledge in his head is much more solid than De Wei An's. Although he is a Flame Mage, he has an understanding of spells from other schools.”

After extracting and reviewing Farga's knowledge, Mo Di immediately saw the gap between De Wei An and Farga.

There was a reason he was called a rogue mage, but in this world, only a minority of people could enter a proper Mage Academy; most mages came from unconventional backgrounds.

“Gan, Wen, Cui, the three of you clean this place up.”

Calling three Frostblood Abominations to clean up, he quickly walked back to the laboratory to continue his interrupted research.

He was currently researching methods to utilize the blood of the Frost噬 Giant Spider.

Since this was the blood of an Eternal, it was extremely dangerous, so he had to make ample preparations beforehand... Seven days later, Mo Di held a bottle of purified Frost噬 Giant Spider essence in his hand and, without hesitation, poured it into his mouth.

Originally, he had to absorb the Transcendent's blood through a wound, but now it was different; he had switched to oral consumption.

“It tastes a bit like blueberry, cold, and the texture is decent.”

The next second after making his evaluation, he collapsed into the chair, his body temperature continuously dropping, faintly hearing the roar of the Frost噬 Giant Spider.

He knew that his Ancient Blood was engaged in a fierce struggle with the Frost噬 Giant Spider essence; the former intended to dominate the latter, and vice versa.

The blood of the Eternal was much more overbearing than he had imagined.

‘As expected of an Eternal, even after death, it leaves behind so much trouble.’

Mo Di's mind was a mess; an invisible will used his body as a battlefield, attempting to defeat him.

‘I still launched too few shards of the light god; they didn't completely obliterate your will. In that case, I will complete this task, Glashol Icejaw.’

A large amount of anger from the curses was extracted and poured into the Soul Eye, intertwining with the boiling killing intent.

Once again, brutality transformed into his power.

In his half-dragon state, he fought with the Frost噬 Giant Spider phantom, which was only one person tall.

This was a pure battle of wills, with not much technique involved.

He broke Glashol's spider legs, and Glashol cut him in half with its sharp mandibles, after which both sides regenerated and continued to fight.

Although the Frost噬 Giant Spider was strong, it was already a rootless duckweed. In contrast, Mo Di's anger and killing intent were endless, and so was his brutality.

The battle lasted for more than ten hours before Glashol finally couldn't hold on.

Once again, after its internal organs were hollowed out, it did not regenerate as before but completely dissipated.

Only Mo Di remained, with similarly broken arms and legs, internal organs turned external, but still with a breath left.

The brutality receded, and the ferocious scales and claws slowly disappeared.

Mentally exhausted, Mo Di had no time to feel his new power and meditated on the spot to recover his energy.

It wasn't until noon the next day, when the three named Abominations came to find him, that he was awakened from his deep meditation.

Supporting his mostly clear head, Mo Di was like a university student who had stayed up until 3 AM and then had to attend an 8 AM class the next day, speaking with a hint of sleepiness:

“Speak, what are you doing so early in the morning... oh, it's not early anymore, anyway, what do you want?”

The three Abominations gestured, sometimes spreading their wings like a roc, sometimes with ferocious expressions, leaving him utterly confused.

“Let me think...” He tilted his head, and his brainwaves miraculously connected with theirs, “You mean, there's a dragon flying outside?”

The three Abominations thought for a moment, then nodded in unison, giving an affirmative answer.

“A dragon, huh. Yes, it's already Frost Breath Month, 961st year of the Third Era, the beginning of the year, so the Dragon Scourge should be coming.”

Recalling the plot of the Dragon Scourge, Mo Di mused that with his current strength, he probably wasn't strong enough to intervene in this event.

Solving the Dragon Scourge was something he couldn't do and didn't dare to do.

But taking advantage of the Dragon Scourge to hunt a few dragons was something he had the courage to do, and a lot of it.

‘Shadow of the End, Audrien, the leader of the Dragon Scourge.’ Mo Di thought of this name, not daring to utter it lightly.

At this stage, he was an Eternal, and could only exert the power of the Eternal rank.

This was far from his full strength during his peak.

The lost time and the influence of the Aetheric Low Tide caused him to fall from the rank of an Immortal; that he could still maintain the rank of an Eternal now was enough to prove his strength.

In contrast, the other giant dragons were worse off; due to their recent awakening and the Aetheric Low Tide, most of them only had the power of a Transcendent.

‘Just like the Frost噬 Giant Spider that came to Blue Star, trapped by the low Aether environment, they had to slaughter and prey extensively to maintain their rank.’

As long as they weren't those legendary Eternal-ranked dragons, he could try to take on the newly awakened dragons.

Thinking of the materials that dragons would drop, he was eager to act.

Dragons are treasures from head to toe; their scales, bones, blood, and flesh, every part has extremely high value.

‘After the Northern Dragon Scourge, fewer than half of the surviving dragons remained compared to the beginning of the scourge, and they were scattered across the continent. If I want to hunt dragons, I need to hurry.’

If he didn't hurry, the last Dragonborn who appeared out of nowhere would crush Audrien and end the Dragon Scourge.

‘The image of the last Dragonborn is not fixed. In the guides I've read, some describe him as a resolute warrior, while others describe him as a young and beautiful woman.

Why didn't the author of that mod pack set a fixed image for him?’

Mo Di couldn't figure it out, only knowing that the Dragonborn appeared inexplicably, defeated Audrien, and then disappeared just as inexplicably.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and continued to recall the guides he had read and the plots he had experienced.

‘Near White River Town, on a mountain called Winter's Throat, there should be a newly revived White Dragon, one of the weaker ones among the awakened dragons.

And it's an Ice Dragon, which is very compatible with me. With the power I gained after absorbing the Frost噬 Giant Spider essence, plus the page as a trump card, I should be able to handle it.’

He rose from his chair, stretched his limbs, and a power stronger than ever surged within his body.

The Wendigo Bloodline had already submitted to the Ancient Blood and, like the Wendigo Bloodline, became a part of his power.

The inherited knowledge flowing within the Frost噬 Giant Spider Bloodline was also presented to him in the form of fragments, filtered by the Ancient Blood.

Given time, he would surely obtain the complete inheritance of the Frost噬 Giant Spider clan from it.

“After absorbing the essence, my bodily fluids have taken on the Frost噬 Giant Spider's toxicity. Is this good or bad?”

Mo Di squeezed out a drop of chilling blood and grabbed a passing ghoul to test it.

Not long after coming into contact with that drop of blood, the unfortunate ghoul let out a low growl, its temperature steadily dropping, and its movements becoming increasingly stiff.

Soon, it reverted from a ghoul to a corpse.

“Perhaps I can also learn a trick like 'blood blinding the eyes' to ambush enemies... Wait, wouldn't that mean if I were to engage in *that* kind of activity, it could very likely lead to death?”

He couldn't help but imagine the scene.

It's hot going in, cold coming out; in a sense, it's already a matter of life and death.

If that were truly the case, wouldn't he have to guard an empty grave for the rest of his life?

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to broaden his horizons.

“Actually, dragons aren't out of the question. At least they can use transmutation magic to turn into humans, and most importantly, they have high poison resistance.

Thinking this way, I actually have quite a few options. There are so many Transcendent races; there must be some with high poison resistance.”

Although he still adhered to a humanoid form, his flexible moral compass no longer confined him to humans.

“Gan, Wen, Cui, the three of you, put on your armor, take your weapons, and come with me.”

The three Abominations, who had been standing still, thought for a few seconds before reacting and walking to the storeroom to find equipment as per his instructions.

Soon, three fully armed Frostblood Abominations appeared before him.

They wore plate armor, fully equipped, covered by black cloaks, and held maces and battle axes in their hands.

With their chilling aura concealed, by appearance alone, no one would realize they were Abominations; instead, they would think they were elite soldiers from somewhere.

“Quite impressive,” Mo Di commented, looking at the small ornaments on their armor.

They were several pale troll skulls, hanging from their belts, adding a touch of terror to them.

“Good, they can be used to intimidate enemies and reduce unnecessary trouble.”

He nodded in approval; trolls were not so easy to hunt, and one could easily be smashed into the sky if not careful.

After some thought, Mo Di also retrieved a Wendigo skull, and after putting on his armor, he threaded a chain through its eye sockets and tied it to his right shoulder.

“This should be about right.”

In the mirror, four large figures in black cloaks stood together, exuding a suppressive aura.

Such a team was enough to impersonate elite mercenaries.

“We are going to human villages and towns next. The three of you, listen more, speak less. Only do what I tell you to do, understood?” Mo Di instructed.

The Abomination named Gan raised its hand and gestured, indicating that they didn't have the ability to speak yet.

“Alright, it's all the same meaning anyway,” Mo Di sighed.

The intelligence project was still in the 'new folder' stage; for a while, he would have to adapt to interacting with three low-intelligence Abominations.