Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 225 - Blessed by Heaven
—【The Elder Scroll (Blood)—Elementium, Earth Bones, fragments of the world. It will only fall into the hands of a chosen individual burdened with the destiny of the world. It foreshadows a predetermined future and records a lost past. Under suitable conditions, the holder can even inscribe a desired destiny onto the scroll, and this destiny will surely be fulfilled.】

—[Note that this scroll has already been written. It is anchored to the fate of 'the blood of Coldharbour obscuring the dragon's eye.' But beyond that, this scroll still possesses the special properties of a world fragment—the holder will gain the qualification to freely wield the unique power system of the Mondas world in most worlds. At the same time, the holder will be able to effectively resist all indirect lethal effects, including but not limited to curses, laws, and even the extraordinary divine power of 'life and death.']

—【Purchasing this item requires two Level 4 Purchase Vouchers and 50000 Resource Points.】

Wu Chen picked up the ancient scroll.

He didn't have the money to buy it, but that didn't mean he couldn't carry or use it—the moment his fingers touched the Elder Scroll, he knew he had gained recognition. And in fact, he had no worries about such a future.

“After all, I am the only Mondas person in this world.” Wu Chen touched the pages of the scroll. As he expected, the scroll was tough and heavy—he wouldn’t be presumptuous enough to open it at this moment. But all he needed to do was carry the scroll on his back.

A profound sense of power silently welled up in his heart, even though his strength hadn't increased in the slightest. At this moment, Wu Chen also sensed that weight that filled his limbs and bones—he knew that at this moment, he had finally taken a heavy and crucial step on the path to becoming a god.

That is status, a sense of existence—the indispensability of deities to the current world. And now, Wu Chen has acquired this resource.

"The blood of Cold Harbor obscures the eyes of the dragon." Wu Chen knew this destiny.

He knew this was a destiny written in the Elder Scrolls by the High Priest of the Snow Elves—it established a world rule that seemed illogical yet worked perfectly: 'Shooting cursed arrows stained with the blood of vampire lords into the sky with the bow of Auriel will extinguish the sun for a certain period of time.' And in understanding it, he had already successfully borne this destiny.

The prophecy was destined to be fulfilled in his hands, making him indispensable in the torrent of history. The Elder Scrolls forcibly reserved a place for him in the long river of cause and effect, awaiting only his arrival at the right moment. Even if, in this world, there is no artifact like the Bow of Auriel available for his use.

Fate has thus prevented its fulfillment, but that is the world's problem, the problem of the Bow of Auriel. Their absence from this world is their own fault. And until the waves of causality forge a suitable replacement, the Dust of Witch will forever be protected by this fate.

Unless he voluntarily relinquishes this destiny and removes the ancient scroll he carries on his back.

Obviously, he won't do that.

"It went more smoothly than expected." Wu Chen let out a soft breath.

He has gained weight, gained status. Even if this status can only be barely associated with the realm of 'death'. But status is status, and its function is not diminished by a different direction.

The whispers beside my ear were barely audible.

Now, he can wield the divine power of will surrounding his body without restraint. As a result, his life level continues to rise, quickly surpassing the level limit of the Undead King and reaching the realm of true power.

Level 110? Or perhaps 120?

Or is it more?

It's unclear, and it doesn't matter. Because Wu Chen doesn't know how to properly channel this immense power. All he's certain of is that, at this moment, even using brute force like throwing bricks, he can still manage to move against Dunneville, who can't go all out.

That's enough.

Wu Chen then looked up at the sky and raised his hand—in his hand, he held Valerica's head.

“I suspect you’ve been waiting for me to make my move and completely erase this first vampire bound in the Soul Tomb. Because theoretically, no one in this world knows about the pact between you and the Lords of Ideals. No one knows that you can only gain true freedom after her death.”

His voice soared into the sky. His words received no reply.

However, from the sky above, from that gloomy sky and beyond the dark earth, a trace of hostility was silently emerging.

It already knows.

It has been understood.

It has come to its understanding.

Even though it is a projection with computing power but no intelligence, it is aware that a huge crisis is rapidly brewing within it.

Dunneville was supposed to be a prisoner of the Soul Tomb.

Even though it appeared directly in the outer sky due to the projection and gained temporary freedom, the contract it bore would still operate—it had to guard Valerica until the end of her life. And this duty of 'guarding' would be completely lost when Valerica's body left the Soul Tomb.

Wu Chen took a step forward.

He has obtained the credentials, and he has defeated the jailer.

He held Valerica, who was not yet completely dead, in his hand.

And just as he took his first step, about to leave the Soul Tomb and return to the mortal world—

'boom--! ’

A colossal dragon claw suddenly appeared. It now possessed a size far exceeding that of the Netherworld Dragon itself, equivalent to an entire mountain. Its crashing down was like a collapsing section of the heavens!

Unstoppable, unavoidable.

This devastating blow was enough to obliterate a small city in an instant, like a sandcastle. Even if what appeared here was only a part of Duneville, just a claw of its dragon, its sheer destructive power was enough to shake the very laws of physics in the present world!

Wu Chen did not attempt to cast a spell.

For what magic could possibly withstand the hand of a dragon descending from the sky?
However, there was no magic, but there were artifacts. He was certain that he could neither block nor dodge the attack, and so, at the very moment he was certain of his death, the ancient scroll on his back trembled slightly.

The scroll called to him.

He responded to the scroll.

The scroll on his back suddenly appeared in his palms, and without hesitation he picked it up, unfolded it, and revealed all the contents recorded on it to the front of the dragon claw that was attacking!

The next moment, the dragon's claw touched the scroll.

(End of this chapter)