Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 226: Pan-cultural Sphere, Death

There should be a roar.

Or perhaps an explosion.

The kinetic energy carried by that claw strike was so immense that if it landed on solid ground, even a mountain connected to the earth's veins would shatter and collapse.

However, the dragon claw only made a very ordinary touch on the scroll.

All the kinetic energy, all the power, all the curses and constraints attached to this claw strike vanished into nothingness the moment they touched the scroll.

It was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

It was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

The dragon claw that collided with the Elder Scroll paused slightly. Even though Duneville had no soul or reason at this moment, it showed confusion and astonishment for a moment.

It did not anticipate that this would happen.

Because it cannot think, and because it retreated too early—entering the Soul Tomb early on—it was unable to witness the mortal's defeat of Alduin atop Mount Hothgar—even the mighty World Eater could not withstand the banishment cast by the Elder Scrolls. And no matter how capable Dunneveld was, its combat strength was still slightly inferior to Alduin's.

It was stuck for a moment because of this.

But it loses even more opportunities.

When it reacted swiftly, pouring more power into it and unleashing a destructive breath through the dimensional barrier, blasting its unparalleled power into the Soul Tomb, it ultimately missed that crucial step in the battle.

Its tactics failed; it couldn't permanently imprison Wu Chen within this cage of souls. And since it missed such a crucial opportunity, Wu Chen was naturally able to seize it and take action.

That step taken finally landed on the ground.

Wu Chen, now masked again, returned to the mortal realm, a place not belonging to the Soul Tomb. The Netherworld Dragon, which had been circling the surrounding area, roared in fury. In an instant, countless magical tides, along with a burst of blazing dragon breath, surged towards Wu Chen's location!
Decisive, comprehensive, and overwhelming.

However, all Wu Chen needed to do was raise his hand and show Valerika's still somewhat active head to the front.

“She’s already out,” he said.

"The pact you made with the ideal lord has failed forever."

His voice was not loud.

However, this silent voice transformed into a massive storm the moment it was uttered—the barrage of spells that covered half the sky had most of its resources absorbed by the world itself before it even touched Wu Chen, and in the next moment, it all turned into a backlash of weakness that affected the dragon itself!

No one knows what exactly Dunneville made a pact with those necromancers thousands of years ago. No one knows the true extent of the power of that pact. And as the actual executor of this violation, Wu Chen clearly sensed the energy level of the enormous and magnificent dragon before him visibly weakening the moment he made his move!

The punishment has been served.

Wu Chen raised the giant scythe in his hand, and heard a faint, rustling sound.

— [Soul Tomb cleared, obtained 1 Level 3 Purchase Certificate and 10000 Resource Points.]

The scoring has started.

The initial phase of the campaign has been successful.

Wu Chen immediately and without hesitation purchased the Reaper's Giant Scythe. At the same moment, he sensed that his own destiny had become, to some extent, synchronized with, this ancient and mysterious spoil.

He already possessed the scythe—anytime, anywhere. She could have it whenever she wanted.

He already possessed sufficient stature—the Mandate of Heaven had been bestowed upon him, even if that Mandate was completely unrelated to the current battle situation. This did not mean that the weight of his destiny would be diminished. In addition, he also possessed faith.

Sufficient faith, fervent and intense faith.

They are both observers and supporters. And the next step in the armor-wearing ceremony then proceeds accordingly.

The Lord of Mount Tai is ultimately a dangerous deity—in this turbulent world, it's hard to say whether there really was a Lord of Mount Tai in the distant past, and whether it was currently reporting and waiting to be resurrected.

Therefore, Wu Chen abandoned it—on his body, the black dragon robe peeled off piece by piece like shattered scales.

This is also known as 'shedding scales'. The power belonging to the Lord of Mount Tai that was attached to Wu Chen was completely eliminated in an instant. However, just as Duneville organized a second wave of troops and was about to strike while the enemy was weakened, another, even greater power silently emerged at that moment.

Divine power, transformation complete.

This successful transformation was accompanied by Wu Chen's announcement.

"I am Death, the Grim Reaper who brings death."

The announcement has been made.

Wu Chen was draped in a tattered, decaying black robe. In his hand lay the Reaper's Scythe, which he had successfully purchased moments before. And immense power converged upon this scythe.

The credentials have been obtained.

Death obtained the scythe.

The struggles and movements of all living beings on the surface are of no value or time to observe at this moment. Meanwhile, his body rapidly enlarges and expands.

The position of the Grim Reaper granted Wu Chen more capacity.

Because it differs from the Lord of Mount Tai—the latter being a local deity exclusive to the Eastern Continent, while the former lives in an era of globalization. Ask any child on any street, and likely few will know of the Lord of Mount Tai. Yet, regardless of the world, wherever people gather, upon seeing the black-robed figure wielding a scythe, they will clearly perceive the terror of death!
The Grim Reaper wielding a scythe is a world-class Grim Reaper.

This artificially constructed Grim Reaper, obviously too stitched together, was unable to spark any connection with any old immortal who desired a new vessel, thus becoming a hidden worry for Wu Chen after the armor-wearing ceremony.

Now, the pure status and pure power have fallen into the hands of Wu Chen.

So……

"Roar—" The weakened and wounded Dunneville rose again. Its feeble eyes were now filled with rage. The instant it witnessed Wu Chen's appearance, it knew for a moment that Wu Chen was the culprit who had broken the contract that had burdened it. And a powerful dragon's breath was about to erupt from its chest!

With appropriate tactics, it is extremely powerful.

However, the immense willpower, divine energy, and the perfectly matched divine authority had already been gathered together inside and outside Wu Chen's body.

His size increased dramatically.

In an instant, it grew to several thousand meters in size, its limbs adjusted and its parts refined. And a colossal shadow clad in a decaying black robe, wielding a scythe, was thus fully revealed to the entire world.

'boom--! ! ! ’

Death and fire spewed from the dragon's throat.

The giant scythe then slashed out to meet the flames.

(End of this chapter)