Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 190 - Penalty Drink
The mind is freed, and the constraints are lifted.

The primal force deep within his soul swelled exceptionally at this moment. And with the instant that the invisible force binding his hands and feet was removed from his mind, Wu Chen understood something.

I want to know how to use any high-level necromancy spell.

He turned to the depths of his own heart and asked himself a question.

Almost the instant he asked the question, he received an answer.

He learned a spell in an instant. The spell was called 'Necromantic Requiem,' a high-level arcane art within the summoning system. After casting it, the caster could directly awaken all corpses in a certain nearby area, transforming them into a low- to mid-level undead army to fight for them. The reason this spell was considered high-level was because it had virtually no upper limit, and the area where the undead were forcibly awakened would expand with the number of undead within that area.

This magic is completely useless here.

But that's not the key point. The key point is that he shouldn't have known, shouldn't have learned, and shouldn't have mastered this magic at all—the corresponding spell theory was completely blank in his mind, and all the basics that he should have mastered were skipped. Yet, as a novice in summoning who had only recently entered the field, he had mastered such powerful abilities in an instant!
Wu Chen shouldn't have done such a thing.

Duster shouldn't have done that.

However, there is a powerful individual who has a connection with Wu Chen and even shares some similarities in their experiences, who is capable of doing this very thing with ease!
—Manny Mark.

—The pinnacle of necromancers, Mannymark the Worm King, is capable of it.

—And now, its amulet is in my hands.

More clues surged forth along with his memories. Wu Chen knew that Mannemark had been successfully defeated at the end of the Third Age two hundred years ago. But he knew even more that this worm king truly shone at the beginning of the Second Age—it transformed into a court wizard, corrupting the amulets of the kings that bound the Dragonfire Pact with evil magic. This act enabled Morag Bal to connect His Annihilation with His present form, unleashing a massive demonic army and conquering the imperial capital where the White Gold Tower was located.

An important amulet.

A city that has been captured.

A wizard with extraordinary talent.

And most importantly, the familiars originating from the demon god Morag Bal, and the forces that interfere.

A once-in-a-lifetime, momentous event is being replayed in a seemingly paradoxical way. According to known intelligence, Ramaya has a plan to use dreams to rewrite reality, altering the course of the war that buried her a thousand years ago.

So……

—The conditions are being met one by one.

—I am being forcibly armored to become Manny Mark.

—No wonder I suddenly possessed the talent for necromancy, no wonder I think in such a detached way.

When did it all begin? —I don't know.

But that must have been when I first came into contact with the amulet, no, when I first formed a connection with it. And Hera once said, 'Fate chose you as the driving force.'

fate.

In Mondas, there truly exists a Demon of Fate. It was during the Second Age that He chose self-exile, thus granting freedom to all beings. However, even after the Demon's departure, his legacy remains. But whether retrieving or using this legacy, the executor must possess sufficient power and influence.

Only a demon god could do such a thing.

And coincidentally, a demon god was deploying a large amount of resources and computing power to this area.

It is Molag Bar.

It might not be able to discover its identity as a transmigrator from another world, because its 'friend' had made a promise. But aside from that, its actions over this period of time have still been quite conspicuous.

This is the worst-case scenario. More likely, however, is that he sabotaged Baal's plans, causing the more suitable Callisto to be sidelined. Ultimately, he was pushed along, replacing the equally qualified Callisto as the replacement for the armored warrior.

—I am already caught in the middle of it all.

The truth is painful.

This was especially painful for someone like Wu Chen, who knew so much—because he inevitably realized he had fallen into the clutches of the demon god. There was no escape; he could only face it and fight.

—I truly hope that it's all just my excessive self-consciousness. There's no demon god, just a normal resurrection of a great lord. I feel nothing wrong with myself, only that the chosen source theory has caused numerous side effects. But…

Taking chances is pointless.

And the evidence is also easy to obtain again.

Morag Bal is Mannemark's creditor. Therefore, the purpose of being forced to don the armor is probably to become a vessel for Morag Bal's descent—though the reason for such elaborate preparation is still unknown. However, to construct a sufficiently powerful vessel, a mere amulet as proof is far from enough.

One more thing is needed.

At least the same.

A commotion reached Wu Chen's ears. The red curtain at the far end of the hall was then drawn back. A blonde woman with blood-red eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to Leme, but posing no threat to Wu Chen, appeared behind the red curtain.

Ramaya.

The moment she appeared, the entire banquet hall fell silent—both the vampires in the dream and those outside the dream bowed their heads respectfully before her. A strange aura of majesty filled the hall.

“My children,” she said, her gaze sweeping evenly over all the guests at the banquet.

"There have been far too many mundane banquets. This time, I will bestow upon the winner a unique reward."

She raised her hand, and a staff made of withered wood, with a skull embedded at its tip, appeared in her grasp. The staff undoubtedly possessed immense power, an undeniable dark force that formed a visible vortex of shadows along its surface.

"Use your talents and contribute your brilliant ideas. This banquet will determine a star who will receive my greatest favor. Go forth, by any means or method. Whoever can impress me will be rewarded with this staff."

Many vampires raised their heads, gazing greedily at the staff. The dark blood within them boiled as they looked directly at the staff, for it truly held too much power suited to vampires.

“You will like this staff, for it is the Staff of the Worm.” From Ramaya’s mouth came the answer that finally broke Wu Chen’s heart. Now, he understood why Ramaya had proposed a competition with such a subjective judging method. After all—

"This staff once belonged to the mighty worm king."

There's no need to hesitate any longer.

There's no reason for us to hold back anymore.

Wu Chen shook his head and chuckled. The next moment, the combined blood explosions in his hands manifested in his palms.

He is so close to the king of worms.

He has come so close to Mannemark’s knowledge and power.

Enhancement, upgrade, extreme effect. A series of super-magical techniques that should have required multiple rehearsals and trials before being applied to unfamiliar magic were immediately added to it. Before anyone, or even a vampire, could react, he thrust his palm forward.

'boom--! ! ! ’

(End of this chapter)