Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 208: The Interpretation of Dreams
Demons are not scary.

Because it is Morag Baal. Lord of strife, the demon god of domination and enslavement. If it has power, it will certainly use it without mercy in the first instance.

If it wants to plunder something, it will simply plunder it.

If it wants to control something, it will do so directly.

If it doesn't do so immediately, it only means one thing: the truth.

“You can’t do it.” Wu Chen stared at it, raised a finger, and gently tapped his forehead. “You don’t have enough power to defeat me here.”

Appearing behind Callisto was a powerful knight from the Bloodborne universe, named Ludwig, who was cursed by the Old Gods and fused with his warhorse. This caused Ludwig to become distorted and mad, emitting a howl like a wild beast. Even so, he still possessed the power to wield a sword.

It was a greatsword of cyan, its surface shrouded in moonlight. Callisto was thus cleaved in two, while Ludwig continued to howl shrilly.

'GEEEE—' The sound was like a donkey, or a horse.

The sword blade kept slashing, one strike after another.

In an instant, Callisto was cleaved into a bloody pulp. Yet, from within the pulp, large swaths of deep red blood gushed forth!
It will not die.

It doesn't die that easily.

However, from its wreckage and debris, a furious scream emanated.

"You choose resistance! You choose enslavement! You choose suffering and death!"

The Worm Staff moved silently, its immense power instantly channeling into Callisto's body. His ravaged flesh was regenerated and reformed in a flash. But the next moment, another colossal, burning beast plummeted towards the regenerated Callisto.

That was just a dream.

That dream was shaped by Wu Chen.

That was another powerful monster from the Bloodborne, known as Lawrence's Cleric Beast. And every pore and orifice of its body spewed out blazing magma with each breath.

It sprayed onto Callisto's body.

It made Callisto scream and wail.

It severely damaged and killed it, forcing it to regenerate its body. Even though the demon's power never fades, time itself is consumed by it.

Everything has two sides.

Morag Bal indeed possessed immense power. The sacrifices accumulated within Windhelm were enough to defeat Milmenir in an instant. And if it could defeat Milmenir, then Witchdust could certainly do the same.

It could do it, but it wanted to monopolize all the benefits and leverage. That's why it set up its scheme within Ramaya's sealed dream, because anything that happened there would be undetected by other demons or holy spirits. However, there's a reason why this dream is so secretive: it was created specifically to seal Ramaya's double-sealed dream, possessing the ability to isolate divine power.

It can be altered, it can be distorted. But this most fundamental rule cannot be changed or erased.

and so……

"If you want to control me, you can only do so here."

"If you want to defeat me, you can only do it from outside."

Wu Chen abandoned Callisto.

He walked towards the surface on his own.

The monstrous knights and priests tore at it, hacking and slashing at it, letting it struggle, curse, and make futile resistance—perhaps after a while, it would be able to defeat these two bloodline powerhouses born from Wu Chen's dream, thus catching up with Wu Chen's pace. But until then, it was destined to be delayed in this narrow place. Wu Chen left it.

Chaos and commotion filled the deep wind helmets on the surface.

The Ebon Heart Treaty's punitive expedition was omnipresent, systematically eliminating vampires lurking in every corner of the land. Ramaya, besieged and assassinated, was severely wounded in the attack and forced to flee.

She was destined to flee to a certain place.

That place is a sanctuary.

The elite warriors of the expeditionary force pursued relentlessly, while the specialists among them carried radiant, holy stakes.

They will find her and kill her again and again. Only when all methods of killing have failed will they seal her in the center of that abandoned sanctuary with stakes.

She has already taken refuge in the sanctuary.

She braced her bloodied back against the door, her broken hand pressed tightly against her wounded heart—she had been slain dozens of times by the punitive army while Wu Chen and the twisted dragon fought each other. And as the number of her kin rapidly dwindled, she could no longer quickly recover her strength.

She was no longer able to repair her body quickly.

And just as she was once again awaiting her own end, she saw him.

“Dust.” She saw the demon’s target, the stranger she had encountered in her lost possibility, standing in the center of the empty sanctuary.

“Ramaye.” Wu Chen raised his eyes, the path of the dream was already under his control. He scrutinized the vampire progenitor before him; the hair color and face were almost identical to Leme’s.

“You can’t escape,” she said, taking a deep breath as a burst of blood gathered in her hand. “This dream may belong to you, but you cannot break it. No external force, except for the Demon God and the Holy Spirit, can break this sealed dream.”

She saw no disappointment on Wu Chen's face.

“I know,” Wu Chen replied calmly. “But once this dream has fulfilled its mission, it will naturally collapse.”

This dream has only one mission: to seal Ramaya.

The only way to accomplish the mission is through Ramaya's death.

“I will not die.” Ramaya’s tone held a hint of regret. “The prerequisite for killing me is that the Lord of Conflict will no longer focus his attention on me. And at the same time, the power of a Holy Spirit or a Demon God is also required.”

It's clear that she doesn't reject her own death. Perhaps it's because she has died countless times in this sealed dream, or perhaps it's because Réme was destined to be born, and the thought of rebellion was destined to appear within her.

Wu Chen simply gave a very ordinary smile.

“That’s quite a coincidence,” he said, raising his hand to block the oncoming explosion of blood. “Now, Morag Bal can’t project any more power here. As for the second condition—”

He reached out, and an unactivated necromancer's amulet appeared in his hand.

This amulet belongs to the vengeful spirit Wuyue, and it contains the power of a demon god. To unseal this amulet, a sufficiently powerful life form must be offered as a sacrifice.

"My skills in illusion magic aren't that great," Wu Chen said, smiling as he looked at the vampire progenitor before him. "So, would you be willing to sacrifice yourself to unseal this amulet?"

He received no reply.

The approaching footsteps of the punitive expeditionary force were already visible in the distance.

There are only a few seconds left.

(End of this chapter)