Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 212 The First Gift, The First Wish

He received no reply.

But just like with the previous questions, not answering was itself an answer. Wu Chen nodded slightly in response, completing the final preparations.

Some spells, some powers—Hera had previously moved many resources from the library. Among them were many scrolls and potions that were inexpensive yet offered excellent value.

They can come in handy.

And when they are all placed in the right positions, Wu Chen should also take his first steps.

He recalled the moment he first met his 'friend,' and the flight he had been on. He remembered the giant dragon that had suddenly appeared high in the sky, and now he could deeply comprehend the power that dragon possessed.

Dunneville.

Curse, never, death.

Within the entire Orbis system, if one had to find an individual who could rival the necromancer Moon in the realm of necromancy, then, aside from the undisputed God of Death, Akai, Duneville would likely be the closest option to the final answer.

It was so powerful—so powerful that, both then and now, Wu Chen had absolutely no desire, nor any confidence, in facing it—even the mindless projection of Duneville might be able to crush Milmonir as easily as swatting a small insect. And this unrestricted power in the world of Nirn might even force Morag Bal, the Demon Lord of Strife, to temporarily retreat outside his domain.

However, despite its immense power, it failed to kill Wu Chen after unleashing its Dragon Roar 'Soul Stripping' on the flight where Wu Chen was.

Wu Chen still remembers that scene.

At that time, Wu Chen only had one extra variable on him and in his hands.

it's time.

"I want to go back to Earth."

Everything changes in Wu Chen's eyes.

All things are shaped in Wu Chen's perception.

In an instant, he had returned to his homeland, back to that familiar battlefield.

The dream was crumbling, and the ritual site of the 'Spiral of Death' was directly ahead. He raised his hand and took out the very first weapon he had ever used.

"BOOM!!!!"

The dream shattered along with the 'Spiral of Death' ritual. A massive surge of energy erupted from the core of the ritual outwards, and from the central region of the ritual, a colossal, pale form materialized.

Wu Chen saw it.

Wu Chen saw the dragon.

Its entire body was pale, with a snake-like neck and red eyes. The moment it appeared, it opened its huge mouth angrily towards the direction where Wu Chen was!

The Coffin Dragon King, Juya Irim Losmowa.

The drone swarm hovering nearby, which was approaching with glee as Wu Chen annihilated the two gatekeepers, and the elites from various countries hiding at their observation points, all let out sharp howls at this moment.

The howls of machines were short circuits and destruction; the howls of humans were withering and burning. All living things within a ten-kilometer radius fell completely silent at that moment. And within the gaping maw of the dragon, black light had already gathered and converged!

That was the Soul-Destroying Breath, the highest-level primordial magic. It had the ability to completely annihilate the target; even a level 100 Descendant player would die instantly without any chance of resurrection after being directly struck.

Its power buildup is only momentary.

A black shimmering light erupted. All magical effects were briefly delayed by the immense magical shockwave the moment it appeared. Whatever the opponent's plans, they had to withstand this initial burst of power!
The sound of 'humming' has not appeared in this world.

Because that thick, dark jet of light, resembling a two-way street, had already crashed into the direction where Wu Chen was located.

Unable to cast spells—the original plan to use dimensional teleportation the instant of return was completely useless. Perhaps chain-trigger spells could overcome this obstacle, perhaps the Celestial Shield could withstand this power. But until then—

Wu Chen raised his gun.

A silver-white gun.

An unlimited-ammo Desert Eagle, a friend's gift, with no price quoted. And Wu Chen, facing the oncoming Soul-Destroying Breath, pulled the trigger.

'Bang!' The gunshot rang out like thunder.

A long-lost sense of familiarity washed over me, just like that soul-splitting attack from years ago. And the oncoming black tide was thus transformed into harmless, shallow ripples.

That wasn't even a wave.

The dark tide of light swept past Wu Chen as if he didn't exist. Yet the bullets in his hand still flew out and disintegrated and melted in the dark, radiant tide.

A friend's gift is indeed the most expensive bargaining chip. Perhaps at the very beginning, Wu Chen really had a one in a billion chance of defeating that uninvited dragon from the underworld.

"Really." Wu Chen looked at the gun in his hand and shook his head slightly—after arriving in Mondas, he had habitually used this Desert Eagle to finish off enemies in many early battles. But now it seemed that his progress in developing this gift was no different from when he first started.

The light is whistling.

Light flowed around me.

Before the soul-destroying breath ended, the magical vibrations that filled the entire sky finally ceased.

"Advanced teleportation".

The spell immediately took effect, and power instantly emerged. Even without leaving a mark, the spatial and temporal structure shifted, revealing the scene that appeared in Wu Chen's mind. And that was the convention square where Wu Chen established the temporary church.

He appeared in the center of the square, his appearance accompanied by the shouts and screams of thousands of believers—a massive tide of willpower surged forth once more, but this time it could only slightly amplify the power he possessed.

He raised his palm.

“Quiet,” he said, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

Then everything quieted down, and all the noise was wiped away in an instant.

No more noise—everyone watched him quietly and expectantly. The qualities of the young god allowed him to easily perceive every channel of faith at this moment, and his will, along with his power, descended upon all of them.

Appeasement techniques.

The soothing technique calmed all the hearts.

A terrifying explosion echoed in the distance, accompanied by the roar of a dragon. He raised his hand again, suppressing the divine radiance that had enveloped the entire convention center. He then used a large-area concealment scroll.

Earthlings have a unique characteristic: their magic resistance is unimaginably weak because they have never been exposed to magic. What would at most be a concealment scroll that could cover a small combat team in Mondas, is now capable of covering the entire convention square.

"Don't move or make any noise. Everyone, hide quietly, and I will lead you to a safe place."

A deafening boom echoed from beyond the heavens. No one knew what the Coffin Dragon King was doing, but Wu Chen could guess why it was hiding.

Evil always tears itself apart.

Only one ruler of death can wear the crown.

Wu Chen raised his hand, and the space of the royal secret chamber immediately unfolded. Even though the space on Earth and the heavens of the kingdom are not the same, it is still a square large enough to accommodate tens of thousands, or even more people.

The believers evacuated faster than usual, and all lives were transferred to suitable locations—thus fulfilling the promise Wu Chen had made with them. And after that came another advanced teleportation spell.

The world has changed once again as a result.

The situation that Sakurajima would face next was beyond Wu Chen's consideration.

Because he had returned to his homeland, set foot in his hometown. With slightly heavy steps, a public cemetery lay before him.

He had one thing to do. Something that had almost become his wish at first.

Soon, two tombstones side by side came into view in the center of his field of vision.

(End of this chapter)