Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 198 - The Script is Collapsing

The commission was accepted.

The assassin stared at Hera and nodded slightly.

She took a step to the side, not disappearing, but deliberately waiting for Hera for a second. The witch immediately understood, her body flashing with light, and then followed her.

The journey was not long.

The assassins truly possessed the power and skill to detect the presence of any living thing. The two moved through blood-stained streets, leaping through shadows and darkness. In an instant, they had traveled from one end of the city to the other. And in what appeared to be an abandoned sanctuary, they saw her.

It's not that sanctuary.

That lost city remains under the protection of the seal.

Yet Mir remained there, gazing at the nine shrines before her—not a trace of the power of the Nine Holy Spirits descended upon Windhelm at this moment. Perhaps they had other plans, or perhaps they were all in a great hurry.

It does not matter.

Since the Holy Spirits have no intention of doing anything, then they are not important.

And Mill's gaze silently shifted, looking at her and her at the same time.

Negotiation might be a rational option.

However, the prerequisite for negotiation is that there is a need between the two parties, or that they have equal strength. Even if all of these can be disregarded, then 'sincerity' is still an important factor.

Unfortunately.

The assassins of the Dark Brotherhood only accept commissions that involve a single act of killing. Therefore, when the assassin girl who had led Hera here appeared, her murderous intent palpable, it was impossible for Mil to speak to her in a friendly manner.

She merely glanced away. Then—

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

'Fus Ro Dah——!'

A dragon's roar erupted.

The dragon's roar was accompanied by the power it unleashed.

That power, known as the Unyielding Force, displayed itself the instant it passed through the dragon's mouth, revealing a force far greater than the dragon roar unleashed by Wu Chen. And in an instant, it crashed into the palace of kings within the dream!
The palace shattered in an instant, and Ramaya, who had been coiled within the palace hall, immediately let out a piercing scream. A colossal dragon shadow suddenly appeared from the sky, and in the next moment, blazing flames descended from the heavens!

“Yol Toor Shul——!”

Flames, purgatory, sun.

A tiny sun burst forth in the direction the dragon's roar struck.

'Boom—' That was light, heat, and a storm.

Ramaya's screams were drowned out by the explosion, along with half of Windhelm's city streets.

The storm is coming.

This power was even more exaggerated than Wu Chen had anticipated.

The reason for this might be that the battle had dragged on for too long. As a result, the punitive expeditionary force, which could have won a great victory in the first raid, was unable to control the destruction and casualties as it had in historical records.

Maybe.

But power is power.

He only had time to make a blocking motion before his body was thrown far away by the powerful shockwave. A series of impacts and sudden pains followed. However, even more powerful than those was a sudden, erupting warning!

It was that Nord warrior.

He came riding the storm, his battle axe gripped tightly in his hand. The ferocious axe swung forward with a fierce strike, the descending blade a deathly blow.

Unstoppable—that was a power beyond the reach of Wu Chen.

There was no way to dodge it—that axe strike contained a complex and powerful set of techniques.

Therefore, there is only one way to respond now.

"Feim—"

The phantom spirit becomes ethereal.

His body vanished into nothingness, the sharp axe slicing through his invisible shell. The dragon's magic still surpassed the power of this ancient warrior. Yet, the warrior who missed his attack still managed to cast his gaze towards Wu Chen's location!
He could still see Wu Chen.

His gaze pierced through Wu Chen's ethereal exterior.

He rode the storm, raising his battle axe high towards Wu Chen, who was fleeing in the ethereal realm. And as soon as the ethereal realm's time limit expired, the subsequent axe strike would fall precisely! Just like before.

Just like a few seconds... no, tens of seconds ago.

However, unlike that time, this time Wu Chen did not have Lei Mei to attract his attention.

Lemère helped him.

I helped him twice—maybe more.

The formidable enemy before him was indeed someone Wu Chen couldn't find a way to defeat no matter what he did. If it weren't for Lei Mei's assistance, he might only have one option left: to pick up the scepter, activate the amulet, or use the Heavenly Shield Armor once a day.

but--

"The dragon has arrived."

He recognized the dragon.

Although he should theoretically have never seen its appearance, he recognized it—a golden-red dragon body, eyes like lava. The dragon's name was Milmenir, and it wasn't until the moment it appeared that Wu Chen was able to confirm the truth that 'Milmenir played a crucial role in the Ramaya campaign more than a thousand years ago.'

It should have appeared long ago.

Both it and the Nord warrior before him should have been key figures in the correct historical campaign against Ramaya. However, in this inverted dream, neither of them appeared in the correct place.

Wu Chen knew why—he knew that the dragon aura within him was impossible to conceal. He knew that his arrival was absolutely not part of the Demon God's script from the beginning. He knew that another body was the protagonist of this current drama.

He was an accident, so he was both used and guarded against. Because Morag Bal had to eliminate one possibility: that he, tainted by the aura of dragons, wielding the power of dragons, and even having been sent into this dream by Milmenir from the very beginning, possessed the power to influence the dragon within the dream.

It's a pity that their guesses were somewhat accurate. Wu Chen does indeed have some influence over Milmonir.

He made a pact with it.

The dragon's promise transcends the past and the future.

The timing is perfect.

Whether it was the enigmatic Leme who summoned Milmenir, or whether the dream scenario had reached the stable boundary where Milmenir was required to appear, the timing was perfect for Wu Chen.

He was able to raise his hand from his ethereal state and speak urgently and clearly to the giant dragon circling in the sky.

“Mirmenir, I have come to fulfill the vow of the sacrifice.” — Dragon’s language.

His palm detached from the ethereal state.

The back of his hand shimmered with dragon scale marks.

The giant axe came crashing down, the tall, muscular Nord warrior unleashing his predetermined strike. But at that very moment—

'Crack—' Space, shattered.

The colossal dragon, which had been at the far end of the sky just moments before, suddenly appeared in the airspace where Wu Chen was, along with the shattered space. Its dragon eyes, as black as molten gold, swept over Wu Chen, accompanied by a sweeping attack from its tail.

'Boom—'

The Nord warriors fell to the ground.

He was hit, he was struck with a sonic boom, he fell into the distance like a meteor, smashing through a large area of ​​buildings with a loud crash—with just this one blow, this powerful enemy immediately retreated temporarily!
'Boom—' The dragon's wings spread out.

Those enormous dragon eyes were fixed on Wu Chen's body—

How can you be so weak?

The dragon does not speak, but its will is accurately conveyed.

Wu Chen remained silent.

However, the dragon scale emblem on the back of his hand contained a sufficient amount of power, personally filled by Mil.

That's enough.

He reached out and pointed to the dreamlike wind helmet before him.

“I’m not a vampire,” he said, his vampire shell long since crumbled, revealing his human form. “Let’s do what we should do.”

He gently landed on the back of the dream dragon, and the golden dragon did not stop him. Its enormous wings flapped violently, and the entire dream world trembled and shook!
The script is out of control.

The situation is out of control not only within the dream world, but also on the battlefield outside of it.

The clash between the assassin, the witch, and the dragon girl destroyed half a city block in an instant. Both sides were fighting fiercely, but the battlefield was shifting towards the edge of Windhelm City as the battle raged. In just a few seconds, or at most tens of seconds, this crucial element of the script would leave Windhelm, leave this stage chosen by the demon god!

(End of this chapter)