Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 209 Facing the Demon God
There are a few seconds left.

A few seconds felt like an eternity.

The moment the outer walls of the sanctuary shattered and the fully armed punitive expedition rushed in, the first vampire, her eyes now dulled, pressed the amulet into her chest.

"I... I offer you everything." Her lips had not yet parted.

Her will has been conveyed.

The sealed demonic artifact was thus activated, and a brilliant light suddenly burst forth from her damaged and frail body.

She melted in the light.

She died in the light.

The immortal first-generation vampire was finally granted a chance to sleep, even if the essence of this sleep was merely to temporarily transfer his soul, which had been controlled by the Demon God of Strife, to the realm of the Witch Moon.

She did not reach her destination because of this.

She couldn't yet attain the complete death she so desperately longed for, a death born of her rebellious spirit—a part of her that craved power and survival had been constantly struggling and resisting. But ultimately, she was successfully killed at this moment by Wu Chen's rather clumsy illusion.

She is dead.

The dazzling light that shattered from her body gathered on the necromancer's amulet. And the amulet, tinged with emerald green, began to radiate its power.

The talisman ended up in Wu Chen's hands.

Wu Chen possessed it.

The necromancer's amulet was undoubtedly a demonic artifact, and now, that power flowed harmlessly through his body.

Ramaya died.

The Ebony Heart Treaty warriors, who had burst through the door wielding greatswords and axes, all froze less than a meter away from Wu Chen.

"Your mission is over." Wu Chen looked at them, at the Nord hero warriors charging at the forefront, their battle axes raised high. In his vision, cracks gradually appeared on their bodies, and their entire forms began to disintegrate at a visible speed.

"And the mission of this world comes to an end at this moment."

The decay then spread, extending from the sanctuary where Wu Chen resided in all directions. The purpose of the deep dream realm was to seal Ramaya, and when Ramaya perished, it would no longer have any reason to exist.

It's like a tower whose foundation has been removed.

Because all seals that can be maintained indefinitely are based on the principle of using the sealed target as the power source, thereby ensuring that the sealed person can never obtain enough power to break free.

And now, all the curtains will fall.

A loud bang rang out.

The land suppressed by the ruins of Yharnam burst forth with a furious red light—the wrath of the demon gods had broken free of its restraints and surged toward the direction of Wuchen. This was the Lord of Conflict's final struggle to maintain his plan.

The crimson tide of light transformed into an unstoppable tsunami, dissolving and collapsing the city that was not yet completely destroyed. All living things in the deep dream instantly turned into mindless voids, and the crimson waves ultimately only futilely bombarded the barrier in front of Wu Chen.

He can no longer do it.

He has never been able to do it.

In Wu Chen's palm, the necromancer's amulet emitted a dim light.

“The one who carried out the sacrifice was Ramaya.” Wu Chen looked at the barrier before him. “She activated it as the user. However, as the first vampire, she could never possibly complete the armor of the Worm King.”

The ritual for forcibly donning the armor could no longer function. The necromancer's amulet, which could no longer be reactivated, could no longer serve as the central point for completing the armor-donning ritual—Morag Bal's plan had almost completely failed at this moment. And the genius necromancer talent that had once appeared out of nowhere in Wu Chen was also fading and disappearing silently.

He no longer possessed that quality—the inspiration for necromancy no longer stirred in his mind, and Manny Mark's experience and skills no longer surfaced deep within his soul. He could never become it, which meant that the demonic artifact amulet in his hand had become a harmless power that Wu Chen could use at will.

He drew out even a fraction of it. The sealed power of the demon god thus transformed into an unyielding barrier.

The demonic power of the conflict was thus thwarted, collapsing in vain before the barrier. Without hesitation, it changed direction and soared straight up towards the top of the sky.

'Crack—' It sounded like cloth being torn apart, like thunder exploding.

A massive rift appeared in the depths of the dream. And in the next instant, a tide of destruction spread across the surface of the dream.

Everything will end.

Destruction and end permeate every corner of this dream.

Wu Chen simply walked forward, guided by his intuition and the impulses and desires that welled up deep within his heart. When they reached their peak, he made a grasping motion in the air, and a staff of bones appeared in his palm.

That is the Staff of the Worm—it should have been sleeping in the south of Windhelm. It and the helmet of the Worm King are buried in a ruin covered by Valmina's dreams. And its presence here is undoubtedly due to Morag Bal's considerable resources and sacrifices.

Wu Chen grasped it, and the power of life and death immediately flowed through his body. With both the amulet and the staff under his control, the Corrupt Crown he wore on his head silently transformed into the shape of a worm crown.

"I have never felt such immense power."

That power flowed through his body.

The power meekly submitted to him.

The legendary energy level was easily surpassed. And if Wu Chen could return to the world of the Undead King at this moment, his current life level would probably be above level eighty.

He felt omnipotent—that he could do anything.

Ambition and arrogance surged forth from the depths of his heart like weeds in an instant, only to be consumed by the raging fire of his thoughts in the next moment.

—It's a pity, this is not my power.

Wu Chen pursed his lips, seeing through the illusion brought by this power. The true form of his body was then revealed to him. He knew that while he was gaining immense power, the death power represented by the Undead Witch Moon was also violently eroding his physical body.

——I will die.

He realized. He calculated that he was still a few dozen seconds away from that point of death.

—At the moment of my death, I will be transformed into a powerful lich.

He saw the future, a vision of destiny. He saw the dragon priest 'Dasster' rise from the ruins of Windhelm, and the light of the Witchmoon would forever shine upon the eastern lands of Skyrim.

This is the future, and this is the price.

And he will be able to use the power of this set of magical artifacts without restraint until such a future arrives.

So--

"BOOM!!!!"

The sky and the earth shattered together.

The sealed dreamscape and the lost city were both liberated at this moment.

Time began to flow.

The real wind helmet appeared at Wuchen's feet.

At that very instant, he looked up and saw the evil, blazing light descending from the sky.

The demon god Morag Bal still possesses the final solution.

(End of this chapter)