Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 210 When you're away from home, you rely on friends.
Every problem in the world has a final solution.

That means, when faced with a problem that is difficult to solve, directly eliminate the problematic individual.

Regardless, Morag Bal was ultimately a powerful demon god. The reason he went through so many convoluted schemes was simply to ensure that he could safely and securely hold onto this otherworldly resource.

However, even without chewing slowly, biting into it in large bites would still be enough to fill it. It still possessed the ability to directly seize and control the Witch Dust, the otherworldly dragon, and everything related to it through brute force. And if it could successfully uncover the secret of the journey to the otherworld before the other demons and holy spirits breached its annihilation domain, dragged out its true form, and then slayed it, then this victory would be just as glorious.

It can do that.

It is always willing to risk everything it has for this benefit.

But now, its power has diminished.

"BOOM!!!!"

That intense light was enough to melt everything.

The intense radiance first targeted another powerful body.

Milmenir was the first to be hit; its massive and powerful dragon body instantly vaporized. The immortal dragon soul let out a piercing howl, but ultimately could not withstand the annihilation that descended from the sky.

It died—it was captured in Morag Bal's Cold Harbor. The Demon God of Strife may have paid a tenth of the Annihilation Domain as a price to deliver this blow in the mortal realm.

The pillars of the world trembled—the Holy Law that sustained the entire world of Nirn reacted in that instant. Eight enormous stars appeared simultaneously in eight directions around the earth, casting punitive light upon this unbridled rule-breaker.

Countless annihilation demon armies were destroyed as a result. The demon god's agonizing howl echoed from the depths of Cold Harbor. Yet this wound was not enough to deter the demon god, whose resolve had been made, even though its true form, deep within the annihilation, showed signs of injury. It would still unleash the light of power once more!

'boom--! ! ! ’

Death Ray Unleashed.

The entire city of Windhelm melted under this radiant light.

Hundreds of thousands of souls were thus plunged into the cold harbor; whether they resisted or fled, the outcome was the same.

The light has descended.

The two beams of light, one in front and one behind, locked onto Wu Chen's body the instant they annihilated their target.

The power of the Necromancer's Amulet and the Worm Staff was simultaneously unleashed. However, as the protective barrier formed, the silhouette of the Undead Moon also appeared in the sky!

A demon god cast his gaze upon them.

More than one demon god cast his gaze upon them.

A spider's silhouette appeared in the southern sky, while a nightingale's wings swept across the heavens. In the western mountains, the outline of a dragon emerged, accompanied by the stench of poison and plague. In the north, brilliant stars and eyes of destruction shone simultaneously. But all of this combined could not compare to the void and mystery that surged forth from the eastern side of the earth.

They were power, and they were incredibly strong. The demons watched curiously as their brethren acted strangely. Some sent out tentacles to probe, while others unleashed their interfering power directly.

They surged in.

They are about to arrive on the battlefield.

However, before their influence could successfully reach Windhelm—

All things are transformed.

The barrier erected by Wu Chen not only bought him a chance to continue living, but also gave him a brief respite. The invisible burden on his body suddenly lifted, and the amulet, staff, and the worm crown that appeared out of nowhere all fell to the ground.

A soft sound. The floor of the library bore the power of the undead witch, Wu Yue.

Wu Chen clutched his chest, gasping for breath. His body was healed by the magic's glow. A familiar and gentle figure then helped him up.

"Time acceleration can only buy us a maximum of three minutes. Duster, it seems neither you nor I are very lucky."

Wu Chen looked up and saw a Hera Morley who was different from usual. The pointed hat that symbolized elegance and composure was gone, and her smooth, long hair was loose, with the ends stained with traces of war and dust.

She didn't look well.

But a smile still lingered on her lips.

She remained confident, still holding the key to turning the tide. And given this composure, Wu Chen always trusted her.

"You have a plan?"

“There is one.” Hera looked up, her gaze passing through the dome of the library, which had its time flow adjusted to its maximum, to the battlefield outside—the destructive light unleashed by the Lord of Strife was now unimpeded. And when it descended, not a single intact brick would remain in the entire melted Windhelm.

“I’ll handle all of this, but after that, you’ll have to go to the academy on your own—I’ve already written a letter to Mirabelle, and she’ll look after you. As for the rest…”

Wu Chen interrupted her.

"It came for me."

“And it destroyed the Windhelm, killing countless people.” Hera studied his face and shook her head. “I don’t like Morag Bal, and my protection of this city is based on my own beliefs. Because civilization is the vessel of knowledge, I cannot tolerate them dying so easily.”

“I am not fighting against that guy up there for your sake, Dust. I know that even without you, without Morag Bal, this land would still be plunged into chaos and drowned in an ocean of despair. And as long as it is not caused by mortals killing each other, I will fight for it, practice my source doctrine, until I reach death.”

“You have not yet fulfilled your destiny.” Wu Chen still remembered the ruins of Satar, those ruins that had not yet been developed. But the Eye of Magnus was destined to appear in this era, and if it was not dealt with, the world would be destroyed.

“I am not a slave to fate.” The witch simply waved her hand and tidied her disheveled hair. From somewhere, she produced another pointed hat. “I know why I live, and I will choose why I die.”

She will die.

Her trump card required her to pay with her life—Wu Chen instinctively wanted to turn his head and look east. But in the end, he restrained himself with his willpower.

“I have an idea.” Wu Chen took a light breath. “I want that graduate’s research results, the secret technique that was stolen by the dark wizard Gerd.”

"You've found your own origin theory?" Hera looked at him, and a crystal of knowledge had already fallen into his hand.

“I have an idea, but it’s not perfect yet.” Wu Chen nodded, then shook his head. “I still have some things to do, things that I should have done a long time ago, but I haven’t gotten around to doing yet. And when I come back, the situation may be different from now.”

“Be careful.” Hera raised her hand, directing some emergency resources to Wuchen’s side. “Morag Bal has gathered enough intelligence before taking action. It knows how much power is on this land and which power can threaten it. If you want to achieve anything, you must have more leverage than it anticipates.”

Wu Chen nodded.

Time stood still here.

The greatest function Hera's library could serve was to provide him with a sufficiently safe starting point. And when he successfully entered the dream, that long-lost formless being appeared beside him.

He looked at it.

"long time no see."

“My 'friend'”.

(End of this chapter)