Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 184 Reencounter with Callisto
His deep red eyes opened and closed repeatedly.

Dark blood flowed from it, flowing through the carriage as if it were alive.

They don't exist on the reflective car windows, in the teacup's reflection, or in the eyes of Lema or the vampire maid, but Wu Chen can see them clearly.

Dust Shattered Shield shouldn't be able to see them. Because they only stop at observation.

However, in Wu Chen's observation, they appeared in a clear form.

It wasn't a test of his illusion—he was, after all, a near-high-level wizard, capable of understanding the flow of magic. But Ramaya's attention was indeed drawn to it somewhat, and he kept scrutinizing the dreamer.

"Where are you taking me?"

The blonde girl still maintained her charming and beautiful appearance.

Blood and flesh fell from the girl's cheeks, and crimson eyes sprouted from her pale jawbone—they turned, their terrifying gaze sweeping across the carriage. The walnut carriage silently transformed into a mobile coffin made of bones, and pale hand bones, clinging to bloodied tendons, emerged from every corner of the carriage, wildly tearing and clawing at the air before Wu Chen.

Nightmare.

This is a sign of Ramaya's attention being focused.

Wu Chen didn't answer, but instead plucked a small heart from the constantly opening and closing skull before him—he raised his hand and inserted it into Leme's jawbone, which was densely packed with hundreds of eyeballs. In an instant, the mutated delirium vanished completely, and the constantly beating heart transformed into a purplish-red grape.

The carriage stopped.

That's how nobles are; even a short distance requires a carriage—Sir Callisto's mansion was right there, and it looked quite similar to the real, now-sealed House of Treasures.

really.

The dream world is preparing to encroach on reality, the most obvious sign being the appearance of layouts and scenes that only exist in reality within the dream world. Undoubtedly, the treasure house in the real world will become a very useful anchor point. And that should have been Callisto's original duty, after all, the necromancer's amulet was in his hands.

Soon, Wu Chen saw Callisto again—unlike Wu Chen, who was wearing a disguise, Callisto maintained the same appearance as in reality. And naturally, he still remembered the name 'Dust,' which he had once been told to Frigga and was likely being followed and infiltrated. The 'Shattered Shield' family was also involved in his long-term ritual planning and his recent defeat.

His gaze toward Wu Chen was filled with wariness. Although his body was pale and weak, his condition was much better than when they last met—there was no doubt that the person in front of him, Callisto, was the real one, because even though Wu Chen had not brought the compass into the sealed dream, he knew that the compass was pointing forward at the moment.

"Your visit is somewhat sudden. Have we met somewhere before?" His wariness turned into scrutiny, and his tone carried a hint of disdain and arrogance. Because he knew he was from outside the dream, even though he was wary of Dust before him, his words unconsciously carried a slightly condescending tone.

—Just as I expected.

Wu Chen stared at the vampire before him, his expression gradually turning cold. His fingertips brushed across the long table in front of him. His eyes, no longer bloodshot, gleamed with a dangerous light.

“I don’t like your tone, Ser Callisto,” he said, looking at Callisto with a curt expression. “I was curious to see what kind of newcomer the Crimson Lady had entrusted with such an important task would be like. But I’ve been somewhat disappointed. Perhaps you are just an isolated exception, or perhaps you can prove my judgment wrong?”

The person in the dream and the person outside the dream are indeed different. Even though he was essentially just an elite mid-level vampire, Callisto was given a higher position because he had the responsibility of going to the real world to do things. He was clearly not a high-level vampire, yet he could sit on equal footing with high-level vampires in the dream. And this was the legitimate reason that Wu Chen was certain he could use to turn against him, and now, he could use it.

“This is none of your business, Lord Dust.” Callisto silently placed one hand behind his back. “Meeting you was my duty as a noble of the night. And I have fulfilled it. Now, please leave. I still bear the mission entrusted to me by my mother… Madam. Please do not hinder me.”

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

He had actually prepared for a falling out. Every harsh word he uttered could be seen as a mid-level vampire's disrespect and provocation towards a higher-level one. Clearly, he was suspicious of Wu Chen and this visit. And as an outsider, he was quite confident, judging that a direct physical probing here would be most effective. And it certainly was.

If the Duster in front of us is a fake, then a large number of helpers will immediately flock to the area. But if it's real, then...

A true vampire, created by the Mother of Blood, destroys a phantom from a dream. What's the big deal?

His plan is excellent.

Wu Chen responded to him as he had wished.

The high-ranking vampire's fingertips brushed across Lemma's shoulder. Suddenly, a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

“You scared my dance partner,” Wu Chen said softly.

He raised his hand.

His movements were complex yet elegant.

An invisible sense of crisis enveloped Callisto at this moment, forcing him to immediately exercise the power he possessed.

His concealed hand shot up abruptly. The necromancer's amulet in his hand emitted a faint glow—it seemed significantly weaker than before. This was a consequence of the failed awakening ritual, yet it still granted him power!
Blood Explosion.

A crimson sphere of blood shot out and instantly reached Wu Chen's face. It was undoubtedly a high-level exclusive spell with lethal power, and even though it was weakened by the weakening of the medium, it was still powerful.

In reality, Wu Chen might have some trouble dealing with this.

Yet at this moment, he possessed the body of a high-ranking vampire—he had long since adapted to the depth of the energy pool at the high-ranking wizard level. And with a mere lift of his hand, a simple light barrier was constructed!
The gushing blood stopped.

A simple magical shield was enough to withstand Callisto's power at this moment—even the nearby Leme was not affected, and Wu Chen raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with the arrogant light of being provoked by the ants.

“You must apologize to her, Sir Callisto.”

It's normal for vampires to use shield spells.

However, it is virtually impossible for non-vampires to master the Blood Explosion magic.

So, that's perfect.

In the surrounding area, powerful vampire auras suddenly rose up. They all raised their heads and turned their gazes toward the battle taking place.

In Wu Chen's hands, another, even more powerful and purer Blood Explosion appeared.

'Boom—'

(End of this chapter)