Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 149 Demon Emperor Yadabawo
The storm burst apart.

As the giant beast form dissipated, the golden dragon's body crumbled, returning to its human form. With a casual wave of his hand, the raging storm that had swept in all directions vanished into the sky, and then all things returned to silence.

The soul of Vilvetas has been captured, and it is now encased in the fire of the young god, burning eternally.

A vibrant green crown, seemingly alive, slowly descended from the gradually calming storm.

It fell into Wu Chen's hands.

It resembles both skeleton and flesh, both decaying branches and leaves, and both blooming flowers. But whatever its true nature, all witnesses will know the answer the moment they see it.

This is the crown of a monarch.

This crown carries the regret of a king, as well as his power.

—【The Crown of Corruption and Poison—The final, mournful cry of the Dragon King 'Velvitas' before his death merged into the royal symbol he carried, forging it along with his heart into a final, precious legacy. The wearer will gain a specialization in acidic energy and the power to unleash the ninth-tier Necromancy spell three times daily. Simultaneously, the wearer will be consumed by Vilvitas's lingering resentment, until consumed by the dragon's desires and driven mad.】

—Unless, of course, you were the one who killed it.

——[To purchase this item, you need to pay 4000 resource points and 2 level 1 purchase voucher.]

A cursed item.

A cursed item that had no effect on Wu Chen, a prize for the victor. And now, it had fallen into Wu Chen's hands.

The effects are quite good; both Acid Erosion and Wither are decent powers. However, the most crucial aspect is that its essence is the core of Velvitas.

The new medium for the behemoth form has been acquired. As an ancient dragon that broke through to the legendary realm at the end of its life, Velvitas undoubtedly possesses a basic racial level of at least fifty, or even higher. And now, it and its powerful abilities have become the force that Wu Chen can wield now, or in the future.

The only remaining problem is this one.

No score was recorded.

Even though the Dragon King had died in battle, the dragons of the Corrupt Poison Royal Court had scattered and fled, and there was no other living creature besides Wu Chen within several kilometers east of the Great Wall, he still did not hear the scoring announcement that should have been heard in his ears long ago.

'Friends' can't be wrong.

This means that the battle is not over yet.

Wu Chen flicked his fingers; the dimensional anchor had become invalid with the passage of time and the death of Vilvitas. The dragon priest's mask then vanished from his face, and he appeared above the Great Wall, carrying the Corrupted Crown, his form flickering.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced, celebrating their one and only king. Above the high walls, a sea of ​​victory stretched as far as the eye could see—

........................

—As if he had already won.

Ainz stood at a corner of the high wall, a dead blue dragon lying at his feet. Not far away, another pillar of the Corrupted Court, the red dragon, Queen Cletua, ultimately could not escape its slaying—a black greatsword was hurled, piercing her skull and pinning her to the ground. This powerful dragon, who had been granted such strength by the ancient dragon hierarchy, met a silent end.

This ancient dragon was not weak at all; she died so swiftly only because Ainz was too powerful.

Now, Ainz was slightly regretful that he had acted too quickly, so much so that the audience hadn't had a chance to properly admire the brilliance of the Dark Hero Flyff before being drawn to the fall of Velvitas.

—I think I'm a little jealous.

Ainz gripped the sword in his hand; he actually wished it were a staff. He had just carefully observed the battle in the distance, and the details were somewhat beyond his expectations.

Almost all the magic that Dust used was completely unknown to it, something it had never heard of before. Even the final transformation into a dragon was entirely different from what it remembered.

After all, Yggdrasil is an online game. Even in its later stages, when the stats and mechanics start to break down, some degree of balance is still necessary. Even if players transform into dragons, they can't acquire many of the dragon's abilities and traits. However, this magic, which is basically only for entertainment in the hands of players, has shown tremendous power in the hands of Dust.

This can be considered as some achievement. At least some of Dust's bargaining chips have been probed. And judging from Albedo's profile of this man, he is undoubtedly an unpredictable but efficient person. If he has the ability to kill Velvitas directly, then he will not use any additional power.

—So it really is around level 70 in terms of actual strength.

—No, taking into account the dragon species characteristics, his true strength should be around level 80. Considering that Drust was almost unharmed in this battle, we can estimate his current combat power to be close to that of an average level 85 player.

At level 85, if this were still Yogg-Trasil, it wouldn't even glance at Dust. After all, with a difference of fifteen creature levels, the speed at which the opponent inflicted damage couldn't even keep up with its own life regeneration. Yet, even now, it still remembers the two instances of damage inflicted on its very essence through the armor.

Dust holds a secret. This secret could cost it its life, and place the entire Great Tomb under grave threat. And it cannot tolerate such a thing.

—This is not a personal grudge, Duster.

—I must figure out your secret and then neutralize it. Whatever happens in the process will be the price you must pay.

—Because you have threatened the Great Tomb, and you have threatened my children.

Cheers erupted all around, as the vulgar mortals surrounded Dust, uttering noisy shouts that Ainz disliked. It watched them coldly, making its decision, and silently, a communication was activated.

—Albedo.

It called upon its guardian steward. And its loyal servant, its admirer, immediately responded.

"I am here, Lord Ainz."

"Let Demiurge push harder." The current intensity isn't enough; more leverage is needed to force Duster to unleash his full power.

"I understand, Lord Ainz."

Albedo's voice was calm and gentle. And naturally, Ainz had no idea what kind of terrifying pressure and storm Demiurge had endured for it.

It does not matter.

Because it didn't wait even a few seconds.

The sky silently turned a blinding crimson, and the air filled with the stench of sulfur. The noisy crowd finally fell silent, all their joy and excitement transforming into terror and panic.

A soft sound came from the sky.

The soft sound of clapping, the soft sound of admiration.

"Well done, you mortal, strong ant, you have passed the test and proven your worth. You deserve a commendation from the Demon Emperor."

That's... something.

A creature with bat-like wings, wearing a mask that seemed to be smiling but wasn't, dressed in strange, form-fitting clothes, and exuding an ominous, dark aura.

Something that could possibly be categorized as a 'demon'.

It clapped its hands, hovering high in the sky. Two masked demon maids attended it from behind, and further back stood an entire legion of powerful demons.

Evil spiritual energy spread everywhere, turning into gloomy clouds that pressed down on everyone's souls. At the very front of the city wall, Duster simply raised his head, frowning as he looked up at the sky.

"what are you?"

"How dare you!" one of the demon maids shouted. "How dare you offend the majesty of Demon King Adabawo! Kneel down at once!"

The great demon who called himself Yadabawo raised his hand.

“It’s alright. I’ve always been patient with my future subordinates.” The demon maid behind it fell silent, and its gaze then fell upon the high wall. “Dasster, king of mortals. The abyss awaits the demise of dragons, and so do I. You have already proven your ability to slay dragons with your own bravery, and now, I will bestow upon you even greater glory.”

"Kneel down, and I will crown you. Hmm... before that, you must rid yourself of the unclean dragon power within you."

—That was a bit over the top, hmm... Is Demiurge in a hurry?

Beneath his armor, Ainz smacked his lips, which weren't even visible. The cutscene felt rushed. And naturally, his words had no effect on Dust.

“So…” Dust simply pressed his chin slightly. “You are the leader of a group of demons whose mission is to slay dragons. And you brought the root of corruption here because you wanted to select warriors?”

“This is the glory of mortals,” Yadabawo said calmly. “Those who associate with dragons are my enemies. Perhaps I should show you the price of opposing the Demon Emperor?”

A massive, ominous curtain of light descended from behind Yadabawo. Behind it, the city burned, and the corpses of mortals piled up like mountains. A dimensional portal opened silently, and viscous waves of blood surged down.

That is--

"That's... the capital of the Dragon Kingdom?" Atop the high walls, Kalja covered his mouth. The blood surging down in the waves were undoubtedly human heads, and even in a fleeting glimpse, tens of thousands of severed heads were visible!
How many people died?
Or perhaps, how many people are still alive?

"Before coming here, I took some time to visit this country that worships evil dragons. The current count of heads is 467,500. Hmm... perhaps you recognize this one?"

It was a face filled with despair and disbelief. She had a mature and beautiful appearance, looking somewhat like a grown-up dragon queen. And the dragon queen's crown was pinned above this head.

Not many people may know her.

Yadabawo casually tossed it down.

Wow, Demiurge, you've made quite a stir. Getting involved yourself, isn't that a bit much?

Gasps of horror rose around Ainz, but he himself seemed unfazed. The sheer amount of blood actually suited his aesthetic sense; it was just that the skin on his head might have been better peeled off.

This might be a unique preference of the undead.

—Hmm, that should be too much for Duster to handle. Alright, let's fight. Let me see what other tricks you're up your sleeve!
"This is going a bit too far." Everything was exactly as he had predicted.

Okay, that's settled, let's get started!
Ainz thought of it.

However, the next moment, it suddenly felt its body stiffen for no apparent reason. Because at that very moment, everyone around it was looking at it.

No, it was Duster who was looking at him. The others were simply following Duster's gaze.

“…What?” it asked instinctively.

“I said,” and saw Duster’s reply.

"Doing it this way is really going too far."

"Flying squirrel".

(End of this chapter)