Chapter 30: Dragon Face-Up

Flight was nothing new to Dorothy, but flying with wings was her first time ever.

She had worried she might crash since she’d never used wings before, but once she tried, she realized none of those concerns mattered—flying with dragon wings was instinct for the Dragon Witch, just like you don’t need to learn how to control your hands.

All she had to do was think about how she wanted to fly, and the rest was left to instinct; her dragon wings adjusted her posture automatically, everything flowing effortlessly.

This free, unbounded flight was incomparable to riding a broomstick—it was the unique joy of winged flying races.

“Didn’t expect my new awakened specialty would be Dragon Wings—lucky break.”

Feeling the wind tear through the sky, the high-speed gusts striking her body, her long hair streaming wildly behind her, Dorothy felt a quiet joy well up inside.

Every race has a core talent—such as angels’ Circle of Faith or demons’ Demon Pact—where the core talent represents the essence of a supernatural race, and all other abilities are built upon it or are direct derivatives.

Thus, witches found that evolving first into their template race’s core talent often made their future path exponentially easier.

Dragon’s Breath is the core talent of dragons; most of their power stems from it. Dorothy, having inherited this talent, would slowly begin to dragonize over time—even if she never evolved again—as long as she breathed.

Even though past misunderstandings had kept Dorothy from ever actively using Dragon’s Breath, its passive effects were unavoidable—even without spending a single drop of mana on it, Dragon’s Breath granted her a free, innate specialty through mere self-development.

The asterisk on her identity card’s specialty page vanished, revealing the text it had hidden.

【Dragon’s Remnant Body (SSR): Your breath continuously reshapes your body, making you stronger. Though still far from a complete dragon form, dragonic factors are now rooted within you—your stats receive corrections based on your degree of dragonization.】

【Currently activated dragonization: Dragon Scales, Dragon Claws, Dragon Wings】

This specialty was the source of Dorothy’s monstrous strength—no wonder she had once effortlessly subdued Alice, the genius armed witch. As the embodiment of absolute violence among disaster races, even incomplete dragon power was not easily matched by other races.

Dragon Scales were the phantom scales she’d shown before—a natural armor granting Quanfangwei , no-weakness protection. The defensive power of dragon scales needs no explanation; even if Dorothy’s scales were merely those of a juvenile dragon, as long as she didn’t stupidly provoke a Grand Witch or above, they were more than enough to make her the pond’s top predator.

Dragon Claws greatly enhanced her strength; those Tiansheng claws were the perfect weapons, their intensity rising in sync with her growth. Their Tiansheng anti-magic ability proved devastating against magical shields.

Finally, the newly awakened Dragon Wings—this pair, spanning roughly six meters, symbolized the dragon’s flight capability. With their massive size and terrifying weight, dragons could never fly by simply flapping like birds—that defied aerodynamics. Yet dragons flew anyway, thanks entirely to the power of these wings.

These newborn wings granted Dorothy a conceptual form of magical flight—ignoring physical laws. Merely flapping them symbolically was enough to lift her into the air, and she could fly however she wished, truly mind-driven, body-obedient. Even without professional flight training, she could now apply for a flying acrobat job.

Of course, Dragon Wings gave Dorothy more than just this maxed-out flight ability—they offered hidden advantages too.

For instance, increased dragonization boosted all her stats, instantly relieving the mental overload she’d felt processing battlefield information; the world grew sharper in Dorothy’s eyes.

The powerful wings were also dragon combat weapons—sharp wing slashes were like Tiansheng twin blades. Even when not used as weapons, the massive wings served as excellent shields, blocking otherwise lethal attacks.

Moreover, this dragon body was merely a derivative of Dragon’s Breath—this core talent of dragons was not just for development; it was also a formidable combat talent.

Huh~ Ha~

Dorothy, soaring freely through the sky, maintained the rhythm of Dragon’s Breath, experiencing an unprecedented sense of power.

With each inhale and exhale, terrifying ambient mana was swallowed into her body. Dragon breathing was not like human respiration—merely a circulatory system function. Dragon breathing involved the entire body. Have you ever felt your bones, muscles, and blood vessels all breathing?

Thus, potent mana was carried by her breath to every corner of her body, down to the finest details, integrating scattered, unused, or unknown forces into a unified whole through this rhythmic pulse.

Power flows through the whole body, turning scattered fragments into one.

This reminded Dorothy of the martial arts novels she’d read in her past life—by their standards, she’d now be considered a Hua Jin master.

Not even a feather can be added; not even a fly can land.

The sensation of power suffusing every part of her was exhilarating, making her want to roar—but Dorothy held back. Her will easily controlled this upgraded body, extinguishing the instinctive impulse.

Meaningless excitement would not help the coming battle. She needed to maintain a calm, still combat mindset.

Her heightened sensitivity spread fully, converting every detail of the arena into data that flooded into her mind, processed rapidly—combat strategies formed, reviewed, discarded, then confirmed.

These were instincts honed through countless battles in the Magic Net—this moment, Dorothy found her rhythm. Once in this rhythm, a quiet confidence settled in—victory was already assured—and her inner peace deepened.

Her inner imagery became a mirror-smooth lake; her will stood upon it, calmly watching countless streams of information fall like raindrops, rippling across the surface.

A still mind sees clearly as a mirror.

Hmm, I really flew dragon face-up this time.

Though all this seemed long, Jieshuo time was frozen—in reality, it all happened in an instant.

On the other side of the arena, a brilliant, holy figure quietly appeared.

It was Sophie Liya .

When the image of the holy archangel—six wings spread, halo above, clad in golden armor—entered Dorothy’s sight, her calm lake instantly rippled violently; the flood of information nearly shattered her composure.

Shit, this angel is terrifying—just appearing, she radiates such presence?

Dorothy sucked in a sharp breath.

Can’t let her live—I must strike first.

The bitch witch thought to herself.

Thus, at the exact moment the countdown in the sky hit zero, the figure with dragon wings moved—vanishing in an instant, leaving only a strange, thunderous dragon roar echoing through the entire arena.

It was the Dragon Language—the tongue of dragons.