Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 230 The Price
Wu Chen is a good person.

Whether he admits it or not, objectively speaking, he is a good person.

He'll lend a helping hand when given the chance. He'll step forward when someone is in danger of harming others. Perhaps he's not quite a saint in the truest sense, and hasn't achieved much in the realm of doing good. But at least, when it comes to black and white, he falls into the category of pure white.

It's neither black nor gray.

He takes his words and promises very seriously.

Therefore, he has already taken action.

Everything shifted before his eyes, and he was back on the land of Nirn. The devastating blow unleashed by the Demon God Morag Baal remained frozen in that instant before Hera's library was destroyed, before everything was annihilated and plundered. And Wu Chen's gaze moved silently in that instant.

He looked at her.

He looked at Hera Morley.

He could now see enough truth and understand enough secrets. The slightly blurred memories of the past were now fully restored, and Hera's true identity was revealed to him.

It is the coming of age.

It is the possibility of the knowledge god, Mora Hemayus, descending into the world.

The powerful demon god cast the possibility of living as a mortal instead of a demon god upon the land of Nirn. And this possibility became Hera.

She thus became closely connected with Mora—yet she was not it. From physical structure to soul composition, she shared nothing in common with that Knowing God. But she was the most suitable vessel and sacrifice, even capable of bringing Mora's full-fledged form to the land of Nirn.

She is a scale that has been shed.

Her relationship with Mora was similar to that of Mirmenir and Akatosh.

very nice.

Wu Chen thought with satisfaction.

He was fighting a demon alongside a human, rather than helping one demon defeat another. Therefore, his efforts would be much easier and more enjoyable.

"Senior." This was perhaps the first time he had greeted her so cheerfully. "Goodbye."

The next moment, the dimensional wall of the library silently collapsed. He then raised his hand towards the sky.

The reaper's sickle appears.

At that moment, countless divine powers of death surged forth from the depths of his body!

'boom--! ! ! ’

The sky was torn apart at that moment. Countless temporary divine powers were poured into the Reaper's Great Scythe. The backlash had already rapidly generated with the loss of the Elder Scroll and was surging within and outside his body and mind. In just an instant, Wu Chen's form disintegrated and vanished, turning into shattered dust.

pain.

Pain is no longer enough to describe.

Every corner of his body, every inch of his skin, every tendon, was destroyed and rebuilt a thousand times in an instant. Countless whispers, murmurs, and chaotic shouts filled Wu Chen's ocean of consciousness.

To be cut into a thousand pieces is merely a pastime.

Being ground to dust and shattered to pieces is merely a form of liberation. And this is but the smallest, most insignificant fragment of the price that mortals must pay when they covet divine authority.

In Hera's eyes, she clearly saw Wu Chen, and Dust's body swell and proliferate violently in an instant. Dark flesh tore through his skin and gushed outwards, instantly spreading across his lymph nodes, connective tissue, growths, and twisted, deformed bone and flesh.

He swelled to the size of a mountain in a fraction of a second.

His flesh and blood transformed into a black robe, and a burning skull replaced his face. From the eye sockets of the skull, countless screams, wails, struggles, and twisted sounds surged forth, yet each of those sounds shared a common trait with Duster's voice.

Because they were him, he was torn into tens of thousands, or even more, pieces by this unknown force. Yet even so, he could still breathe, move, and control his enormous body!

The giant scythe was raised.

The giant scythe blocked the destructive light that descended from the sky.

The power gathering within Duster, though seemingly baseless, had accumulated to a point where it could rival the power of a demon god. In fact, in absolute terms, Duster possessed even more!
So……

tease!
A giant scythe was swung towards the sky.

Even with just a single strike, this attack shattered the destructive light along with the barrier layer above the sky!
"Ka-la--!"

Deep within the cold harbor, the Lord of Conflict suddenly raised his hand to block. A pale white line appeared on the Demon God's armor, and a small piece of armor fell to the ground!
The already wounded Cold Harbor was torn open again at this moment. However, unlike the achievements of the Holy Spirits, the one who humiliated the Demon of Strife at this moment was a completely mortal being.

The demon was enraged by this.

The demon's anger was not caused by being struck by a mortal.

Its anger stemmed from the contempt and indifference of its old rival.

"Akai!!!" Morag Bal's voice resounded throughout the entire sky of Mondas at that moment. It was even more furious because its old rival was more skilled.

That's right.

Because Akai is the Grim Reaper among the Holy Spirits, and all death is under His control. How could a mere mortal possess such immense power out of thin air, enough to fight a demon god?
This is impossible.

Absolutely not.

Just as the Lord of Conflict was so certain, one of the eight primordial stars covering the entirety of Nien shone exceptionally brightly at that moment.

Akai heard the summons. For this place was piled high with such a vast number of deaths. And in the next instant, the massive black-robed figure, as large as a mountain, rapidly shrank, and its burning skull silently transformed, revealing a solemn and sublime face possessing divinity.

He has descended.

He has replaced him.

In a world where Death has manifested, one who dons the armor of Death is naturally assimilated by Death. This is both a sacrifice and a possession. In the eyes of gods and demons, the mortal bearing the name of Dust has been utterly erased from this world. And in return, Death, one of the Holy Spirits, gained the motive and reason to unleash his power of intervention.

He is no longer worthy of attention.

The avatar of Death, clad in black robes, shot into the sky like a meteor. The clash between humans and monsters transformed into a struggle between gods and demons. The heavens would burn, and the annihilation beyond the stars would be turned upside down.

Naturally, Morag Bal, preoccupied with battling the Holy Spirit, wouldn't notice that the fragment that had broken off his gauntlet had fallen into the depths of Cold Harbor. And a voice, unnoticed by anyone, escaped from the debris!
—Create your own magic, activate!

(End of this chapter)