Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 200: Deep Dreams
combustion.

The wind helmet in my dream is burning.

When Milmoniel returned to his rightful place in history and devoted his power to the annihilation of the Ramaya bloodline, the war, which had initially been overwhelmingly in Ramaya's favor, suddenly reversed, turning in the direction of the city's destruction and the vampires' demise.

What can stop it?
What can stop Milmoniel?

In an era long since the Dragon Wars ended, and the Way of Roar had bound all Dragon Shout Masters to the Throat of the World, a fully grown dragon often signified unparalleled power. Even though Milmonir's name did not contain the words 'King' or 'Overlord,' it still possessed power that was unmatched, even unimaginable, by ordinary people.

It only needs to hover in the sky.

As it circles, a specific power is released in the dragon's roar.

'Laas-Yah-Nir'—A whisper of the spirit.

This dragon roar is the prototype of all detection magic; it can instantly scan the entire city for all life and death the moment it is cast.

All information and data about living creatures were presented to the dragon's eyes. The traces and weaknesses of all inanimate objects were also revealed to it. And then came a dive, a sonic boom, and a burst of flames.

Several high-ranking vampires were defeated and killed in an instant, their bodies burning in the dragon fire.

Several groups of vampire mages were annihilated and vaporized in an instant. The dragonfire continued, but even it was reduced to ashes in a flash by the 'Yol-Toor-Shul'.

Swift and decisive. The pressure on the punitive expeditionary force, which had been locked in a fierce battle within Windhelm, vanished instantly. What followed was a massive, coordinated attack aimed deep within the palace of the kings, towards the banquet hall.

then……

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All was quiet.

Everything that was quiet suddenly changed.

Wu Chen blinked, and the burning city before him instantly transformed into a peaceful and silent place—dim sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the midday streets of Windhelm. Occasionally, one or two hurried pedestrians could be seen on the roadside, their bodies stained with the faint scent of blood.

The dragon disappeared.

The Ebony Heart's punitive expedition has vanished.

The streets were full of low- to mid-level vampires with scarlet eyes, but they all vanished without a trace.

Perhaps not all of them remained—perhaps they were hidden in the sewers, in the mansions of noble families, or even in the palaces of kings. But in any case, they were completely different from the batch that Wu Chen had seen before.

A character rolled in his throat.

That was a gift received after contacting Milmonir in his dream, a passive overflow of dragon power. And that was undoubtedly a power rune, activated deep within Wu Chen's soul.

'Laas'—an invisible wave of light swept across.

The first power rune of the whispered spirit, and it itself is the surge of 'life'.

Wu Chen clenched his fist and then closed his outstretched hand. The activation of 'Life' granted him a large amount of vitality and self-healing ability. And now, he was sharp of hearing and sight.

He glanced at the street before him—he saw countless lights and shadows dancing within and outside the street. They were all reactions of power with humanoid outlines. Unlike the usual vision spells that could only observe living or inanimate objects and could be obscured, he could now see clearly whether strong or weak, dead or alive.

Wu Chen silently took a few steps to the side—as his heels touched the ground, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in a low-key manner, his eyes partially obscured, quickly walk past the street where he had been standing. And within this body, near-high-level blood energy pulsed in his vision.

A vampire. A vampire nearing a high rank. Disguised like a rat in the street, he moved with utmost discretion.

This is the proper place for vampires in Skyrim, this martial land. Living a life of quiet defiance is their daily routine; as for public banquets or magical clouds covering the entire city, those are just pipe dreams.

It really was a dream.

Wu Chen knew very well that he had been in a dream all along—the surface dream and the deep dream were pieces of information he had known from the very beginning. Hera had also always said that as long as he didn't enter the deep dream, he wouldn't encounter any problems.

Hera's judgment might be wrong—but Hera's intelligence wouldn't be wrong. Regardless of how well she fared in the surface dream realm, the two-layered dream system was indeed the foundation of this sealed dream.

Moreover, he hadn't actually suffered much in the surface-level dream.

Wu Chen pursed his lips slightly and inhaled a weak breath silently. His gaze shifted, and he quickly spotted another vampire in his field of vision. However, before he could take any action, the vampire's light and shadow effects vanished without a trace.

It's dead.

Another powerful life response extinguished it.

Wu Chen's ears twitched as he heard a sound coming from somewhere behind him. It sounded like something sharp had pierced a tough shell, and the pierced being was struggling to do something, but its hands and head were severed at the same time.

It's that vampire from before.

It was that monster in such a hurry.

Wu Chen emerged from the alley where he had been hiding, his attire now blending into the style of the era. The pedestrians on the street were completely unaware of the battle that had just taken place, and then a heavy footstep stepped out from the spot where the battle had taken place.

It was that person—that Nord warrior.

The Nord warrior was burly, with a long gray beard, a slightly damaged horn on one side of his helmet, and sharp, wary eyes.

He nearly defeated Wu Chen in the surface dream realm. He was indeed a powerful high-level warrior, fully equipped. And now, he appeared before Wu Chen once more.

He saw Wu Chen, and Wu Chen saw him too—their gazes met for a fleeting moment, but Wu Chen acted as if he and the warrior had never met before.

Then--

The Nord warrior passed him. He showed no hostility, nor did he attack. Their figures quickly crossed, and the Nord warrior continued his journey towards the palace of the kings.

He paid no attention to Wu Chen—which was to be expected.

Because the correct history should be like this—the hunt for vampires was an operation carried out in secret. The Nords would not act with the intention of slaughtering Windhelm. From the beginning, it should have been a swift, simultaneous, covert, multi-pronged cleanup operation, with the punitive expedition only launching a full-scale attack on the city as a last resort.

Wu Chen silently exhaled the breath he had inhaled—he had confirmed one thing: the deeper dream realm, unlike the surface realm, didn't have as much room for self-modification. Ramaya's true form might slumber here, and unlike the surface realm, it wasn't capable of constructing a vast number of dream beings. And this meant—

—It's finally time for all of this to come to an end.

He looked in the direction of the palaces of the kings.

Amidst the whispers of spiritual energy, beneath the palace, an exceptionally intense flame of life was bound.

It's that dragon.

(End of this chapter)