Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 175 Ramaya

The high-ranking vampire's body disintegrated, turning into a pile of scattered ashes that fell onto the shattered ground. Its death marked the end of the battle.

The seal on the sanctuary is being broken.

The three sisters of the Holy Kingdom launched an attack and slaughtered all the scattered low- to mid-level vampires.

And then a familiar voice finally reached Wu Chen's ears.

— [Break the sealing ritual to obtain 4000 resource points and 2 Level 2 purchase vouchers.]

It was easier than expected, and more rewarding than anticipated. These four high-level vampires naturally lacked the strength of a proper high-level wizard, but their magical energy level was not far behind. Wu Chen's fingertips then reached out and touched the wisp of ash that had fallen in front of him.

Several skills that could be purchased came into his view. Among them, three stood out in particular.

—【Elemental Specialization: Dark—Purchasing this ability will grant you a heightened sensitivity to dark magic and improved dexterity. Requires 1000 resource points and one Level 1 purchase voucher.】

It's slightly more expensive than other elemental specializations. However, elemental specializations are still quite cost-effective. If it weren't for the fact that the purchase voucher couldn't be synthesized or disassembled, Wu Chen would have bought this ability right now.

pity.

Wu Chen's gaze continued downwards.

—【High-Level Magic: Blood Explosion—A talent magic possessed only by high-level vampires. Within the range of Blood Explosion, the life blood of living beings is forcibly extracted upon death, triggering a chain of small blood explosions. The extracted life blood is then returned to the caster, restoring their mana and permanently increasing their various stats.】

—[Note: This spell can only be fully utilized by vampires. Non-vampire casters will experience increased resource costs and reduced power when casting this spell. Purchasing this spell requires 2500 resource points and one level 2 side quest.]

It's a very powerful spell, and the permanent attribute boost is an even more significant benefit. This also explains why the four vampires killed by Wu Chen had relatively low combat strength. From the moment they were born as high-ranking vampires, they had lived in this enclosed space devoid of any other living beings.

Want to buy it?
This magic, under normal circumstances, would be extremely difficult to master—perhaps someone with extraordinary talent like Hera could forcibly master it even without being a vampire. But if it were me…

--Buy.

Knowledge rapidly converged in his mind. The corresponding spell model immediately appeared in Wu Chen's thoughts. He raised his hand, gazing at his palm. A deep red energy sphere silently coalesced and took shape. Then—

'Boom—'

Thousands of points of magic power were rapidly depleted. The energy ball, which shot out at high speed, exploded into a boiling blood mist the moment it hit a pile of ruins. The scale was roughly one-third smaller than that of the previous high-ranking vampires. However, the ruins that were hit were still being eroded by the blood explosion, and large amounts of blood foam seeped out as the bricks, stones, and ash melted.

The degree of weakening was much lower than expected.

If super-magical techniques for spell enhancement and rank upgrades are added to it, then it should possess the strength of a normal Blood Explosion spell. Furthermore, if Wu Chen could also master dark elemental specialization on top of that, then even without using these super-magical techniques, its destructive power would be sufficient.

well.

Wu Chen's gaze continued downwards—skimming over a bunch of useless low-to-mid-level abilities. The last worthwhile spell to buy then came into view.

—【High-level Magic: Bat Reconstruction—A talent possessed by high-level vampires. While greatly enhancing their regenerative abilities, they can transform their bodies into a swarm of bats for a short period and move at high speed. During the bat transformation, as long as any individual bat remains in the swarm, the caster, even if severely injured, will only experience a slight decline in their overall condition when reconstructing their body.】

—[Note that this skill can only be fully utilized by vampires. Non-vampire casters will experience increased resource costs and reduced effectiveness when casting this spell. Purchasing this spell requires 2000 resource points and one Level 2 purchase voucher.]

A life-saving measure, definitely worth buying. Moreover, it effectively solves the problem of Wu Chen's limited mobility in Nirn. However, compared to the previous Blood Explosion, this Bat Reconstruction ability isn't exactly a pressing need.

Let's put that aside for now—after all, I've already taken down several people using the simple method of mind control. Although Disintegration deserves a lot of credit for that, it doesn't mean Mondas doesn't have similar destructive spells.

So……

Wu Chen left his dream.

When he opened his eyes, the three sisters had already wiped out all the vampires nearby. He thought for a moment, then decided to put the now somewhat faded vampire ash into his pocket. He then strode towards the abandoned sanctuary he had come from. His movements were swift and steady. When he returned to the sanctuary's entrance, the red seal was, unsurprisingly, completely gone. He waited, adjusted his state slightly, checked the compass one last time, and only when everything was ready did he touch the door with his palm.

The sound was sharp and thin.

With a 'clang,' the decaying door detached itself from the wall and collapsed before it could be fully pushed open—a cloud of dust billowed up, and a foul odor wafted out. What emerged from behind that door was unmistakably a dangerous crimson.

is blood.

Pure, and still flowing blood.

Inside the sanctuary, there was nothing superfluous. There was only a pool, perhaps originally used to hold holy water, in which bright red blood churned continuously.

'Gurgle gurgle—gurgle gurgle—'

The surging blood possessed a strange allure. The moment he saw the pool of blood, even with various buff spells cast upon him, Wu Chen still felt a slight sense of disorientation.

A voice sounded in his ear.

A breath entered his face.

The voices were familiar and smooth, filled with an indescribable allure. Their presence quickened his blood flow. And the indistinct, enticements licked at his eardrums.

'Drink this cup of blood, and your life will become immortal.'

'Accept this gift, and all living things will become your prey.'

He saw immense power surge from his body, the sky shrouded in darkness, and enormous wings sprouting from his back. He saw legions of countless undead conquering territories under his command, invincible in their path. He saw a magnificent palace rise from the ground, and he sat high on the throne, surrounded by fragrant beauties and indulging in the pleasures of wine and women.

He was almost about to take a step forward and step into the boiling pool of blood.

but--

“The ideas are really bad.” They couldn’t sway him, couldn’t make him take that step—he had already experienced and transcended the taste and enjoyment of becoming king not long ago. And this illusion simply couldn’t ignite his desire.

—There wasn't a single familiar face.

The phone lay quietly deep within the dream, a testament to its protection of Wu Chen's soul. From the very beginning, the group of mind-reading monsters he encountered could only glimpse his surface consciousness and decipher his face, which, even now, hadn't accumulated much cunning. Any further progress was impossible.

And so, the illusions and whispers vanished unwillingly and helplessly. The boiling pool of blood before them also dissolved into nothingness in an instant.

The dilapidated and old interior of the sanctuary came into view of Wu Chen.

Inside the sanctuary, however, there was only one thing.

It was a stone statue.

A voluptuous stone statue of a young girl, nailed to a pillar in a suffering posture—her hands, feet, and heart are all fixed with glowing nails. Yet, from her eyes, which are covered by a black cloth, crimson blood slowly flows, across her face, and lingers until it is about to drip from her chin.

A powerful name is about to emerge.

“It’s not Lada.” Wu Chen pursed his lips slightly. The compass in his hand was pointing at the chest of the stone statue.

—It's Ramayana.

(End of this chapter)