Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 165 Blood Explosion

Vampires, bloodsuckers.

Although somewhat unexpected, the vigilant's suspicions did indeed come true.

As creatures of darkness, no matter how much preparation they make, they will inevitably fear the Holy Light.

—The Flame of Light, enhanced and upgraded version.

Even though Wu Chen has now mastered melee combat skills, he still prefers to use wide-area spell bombardment. The burst of holy light generated directly beneath his feet, and the next moment, the invisible shadow of the third bat appeared just a step away from the necromancer's amulet!

No, it's not a shadow.

But the real body.

The assassin who was first bound by Wu Chen's telekinetic powers suddenly exploded. Both it and the other attacker targeting Wu Chen were simply vampires with innate secret techniques. From beginning to end, the attacker's goal was solely to retrieve the discovered amulet. Beyond that, it didn't care about the outcome of the assassination.

It was almost a success.

Its invisible shell was about to touch the amulet floating at the center of the ritual. It had made its effort, using the self-destruction of its bat clone to buy itself time. Its only miscalculation was that the blood explosion hadn't even managed to tear apart Wu Chen's distracted telekinetic hand!
The assessment of strength was flawed.

Wu Chen didn't care at all whether the amulet would be damaged or touched by a vampire. He simply seized the opportunity and swiftly launched his second spell.

Solar rays.

It easily pierced through the vampire's armor and protective spells, which had been weakened by the Light Flame. With a sharp wail, it successfully penetrated the vampire's heart.

The undead was severely injured—even though Wu Chen hadn't used any super-magical techniques in this spell, the blow nearly wiped it out instantly. Its entire body erupted in intense flames. And the hand that had almost touched the amulet deformed and twitched just inches away.

The psychic lines thus adorned it.

And in an instant, it was firmly bound and pulled backward.

The dagger Wu Chen had bought from the market came in handy at that moment—a flash of demonic weaponry, and the blade sliced ​​through flesh as easily as cutting paper. In an instant, the vampire's limbs were severed. Only the bound shell remained, emitting a piercing wail. And in the following half-second, even the sound was suppressed by the psychic force.

The battle is over.

The crushed and exploded bats transformed into disintegrating dark mist. Wu Chen then sheathed his dagger and formed a healing glow between his fingers.

Group therapy.

More thick black mist billowed from the vampire's body, like throwing a live fish into a pot of boiling oil to roast. A pale golden healing aura enveloped the entire first-floor hall of the Frost House.

“I recognize him!” The woman from the Shattered Shield family, who had long since broken free from the effects of the soothing spell, picked up an axe. She hadn’t stood there dumbfounded when she was attacked—her frail body was panting heavily from the strenuous activity, her skin was flushed, and as the battle ended, her gaze toward the attacker was filled with rage.

"It's from the Treasure House..."

—Callisto, right? This time it was a breeze, getting straight to the source.

"...that helper who always keeps his head down!"

"What?" Wu Chen turned his head sharply. He had indeed never seen the real Callisto in Mondas. And he had just heard Frigga call out 'Cali—'. He had thought everything would end there, but he hadn't expected such a mistake to occur!

It wasn't Callisto, but the real culprit should clearly be Callisto. This is the privilege of the prophet; if it's wrong, it inevitably means there will be even greater conflicts to come.

He no longer hesitated. He had originally planned to wait for the guards of Windhelm to arrive and contact Hera or Wunfis to stop the ritual. However, now he didn't have that much free time to wait.

A series of magical lights flashed. And a subtle warning appeared in Wu Chen's perception—just as he was about to reach for the necromancer's amulet in the ritual, he sensed the bound vampire prisoner's body writhing. A mixture of terror and madness shone in those scarlet eyes, and magical energy began to operate from deep within that shattered body.

Self-destruction—the semi-voluntary kind.

Either ignore it and tough it out, or throw this body away. Whatever the final decision, at this moment, I can only choose one thing to do.

I can handle it!
However, the sense of crisis surged even more intensely as the resolve to tough it out intensified—no, it couldn't be toughed out. Because the real breaking point wasn't in this half-crippled body!
—Force field wall, unfold.

A protective layer suddenly appeared, shielding Wu Chen and Frigga behind him. It was a hemispherical layer that provided strong resistance to any energy or physical damage. At the other end of the layer, a blazing crimson light suddenly flashed.

A deafening explosion of blood-red light rang out like a thunderclap. The roar was enough to disrupt the lives of almost half the residents of Windhelm City. And the true source of that explosion was precisely the base of the necromancer's amulet placement ceremony!

The walls of the Frost House shattered at that moment, and all the doors and windows flew outwards. The city's magical tide, which had been suppressed by Wuenfis, surged again, but a dark shadow easily passed through them and rushed rapidly toward a place outside the atomic bomb.

That was the real culprit—the true mastermind, the real Callisto. Wu Chen's gaze pierced through the blood-red light and caught sight of that swift silhouette. Without hesitation, he raised his hand towards the shadow.

Coordinates locked, parameters entered. In the center of the palm, pure, blazing light locked onto the target at that moment.

Sun rays!

White light pierced through the blood-red light. The swift, shadowy figure struck decisively. However, a hit doesn't necessarily guarantee success. The solar ray that struck the target's heart didn't even slow its movement!
A mocking laugh seemed to come out.

"—Hmph!" The mocking laughter abruptly stopped, turning into a muffled groan.

Just as the opponent used detonating subordinates as bait, concealing the killing move inside the ritual base, Wu Chen also employed a feint attack, using his ability to cast multiple spells to hide an invisible energy blade behind the solar rays.

Power or Holy Light, you have to take one.

A severed arm detached abruptly from the target's limb with a tearing sound—the burst of blood had already rapidly dissipated under the suppression of time and the city's magical tides. At that moment, Wu Chen and his temporary companions clearly saw the stalker's exact face.

Bloodshot eyes, a middle-aged face, and impeccably dressed wealthy businessman. His identity was confirmed at that moment.

"Callisto! It really is you!"

The name was ultimately correct at this moment. However, the amulet that had been ejected in the explosion had already fallen into the hands of the vampire in the treasure house. Its arm was severed, and its face was filled with rage. The next moment, a ball of deep red, blazing light burst forth from its palm.

The spell identification was successful.

The moment the ball of light was launched, Wu Chen knew it was a Blood Explosion technique that only a vampire lord could wield. Theoretically, the large group of half-blood lords within the Valhach court would all possess this power. However, Wu Chen never expected that this power would appear in the hands of a humanoid being who should have been just an ordinary ritual killer!
It's incomprehensible and unimaginable.

Perhaps it was the necromancer's amulet, whose power had not yet been fully activated, that possessed such an effect. And this time, even with the force field wall providing cover, Wu Chen did not intend to stand still.

Blood Explosion struck.

Wu Chen grabbed Frigga and took a step back.

A synchronized magical shield unfolded in front of him, and a martial skill was activated. It was an otherworldly technique called 'Holy Charge'. With the assistance of other speed-enhancing martial skills, it retreated from the range of the blood explosion.

'boom--! ! ! ’

(End of this chapter)