Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 231: Dust's Physical Transformation
Cold harbor.

The sky over Lenggang is an eternally dark, gloomy blue, while withered trees stand alongside razor-sharp rocky mountains on the vast wilderness.

Countless colossal stone palaces stand amidst towering towers. The demons, belonging to the Lord of Strife, wield flails and instruments of torture across this land, tormenting every soul that falls into Cold Harbor, satisfying their own and Morag Bal's needs with their endless suffering.

The wailing was endless.

The screams transformed into the howling wind that swept through the withered trees and the razor-sharp mountains.

The moment Death God Akai donned the armor of Dust and launched an attack on the Lord of Strife, the entire Annihilation Domain trembled violently!
Countless demons looked up at the sky.

Countless souls found a chance to breathe.

Just as the cold sky transformed into a burning sea of ​​fire, and death and strife clashed and tore at each other, that inconspicuous Demon God Armor exploded into a blazing fire in the middle of Cold Harbor like a falling meteor.

The nearby demon warriors became alert and rushed towards the spot where the fire had exploded without hesitation. However, before they could reach their destination, the shattered piece of armor melted completely into a pool of silvery-gray molten metal the instant the impact ended.

This is the magic developed by Wu Chen.

He found his direction in the academic materials Hera had given him—the high-level magic he hoped to master should possess the versatility to complete any request. His solution was to transform himself into the vessel necessary to fulfill any corresponding request.

Let the elves draw their bows, and let the dwarves mine the minerals.

Let the Naga dive underwater, and let the dragons tear the battlefield apart.

He hadn't yet decided on a name for the magic, but he had found the right direction. Using magical creations that could transform between flesh and metal as an intermediate state, he could thus possess any kind of body.

Even demons are the same.

As long as the willpower and divine energy to fuel the process are abundant enough, the medium material to serve as the template is complete enough, the timing is right enough, and the resources are plentiful enough.

So even demons are the same.

The silvery-gray molten metal transformed into a new form. It resembled Wu Chen's appearance, but its body was covered by the demonic armor belonging to Morag Bal.

He became it.

He transformed into its form.

This is the highest level of transformation magic; it could even be called 'Dust's Shapeshifting'. Using that shattered piece of armor as a medium, he briefly became Morag Bal and stole a sliver of its power. Even a single ray of attention from this Demon Lord of Strife during his battle with Akai would be enough to annihilate him. But until then, he was the absolute representative of the Lord of Strife within this realm of annihilation.

'Boom—! ! ! !' Above the sky, outside, another collision occurred.

Wu Chen examined the pale palm of his new body, feeling an immense sense of power emanating from it.

—World Linker, activated.

The newly purchased high-level profession is activated here. The designated link target is this cold harbor beneath his feet. A massive amount of power surges into his body, and all possible vulnerabilities are completely eliminated with the influx of the cold harbor's power.

Only demon gods can control the Annihilation Domain.

Those who can control the annihilation realm are either already gods or on the path to ascension.

—My time is short.

Wu Chen looked around, unsure how many seconds he had left. The demon warriors who had rushed over because of the commotion were already kneeling within his sight, even though many of them possessed immense power surpassing the level of Wu Chen's original body. "My lord," the most powerful demon lord knelt on one knee closest to him. It even tilted its head back, its red face yearning for battle. "What can we do for you?"

There are many things to do.

The tasks involved can all be categorized as acts of rescue.

And right now, the first target that needs saving is—

“Take me to Milmenir.” — That’s what he should have said.

but--

"Get out of my way." — Morag Bal, the Lord of Conflict, representing brutality, enslavement, and terror.

The power of the Annihilation Domain was slightly mobilized. With his will, all the demons that had surrounded him were thrown into the air like rag dolls hit by a dump truck, crashing into the ground, forests, rocks, and walls on the wasteland ruins.

He and they had nothing more to say to each other.

However, his methods forced these brutal and cold-blooded demons into submission—they struggled to their feet, then knelt, prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling. The weaker ones were simply killed with a casual wave of his hand.

The demon's death was insignificant—for demons have always been able to transcend death. As Wu Chen raised his armored hand again, the scales belonging to Milmonir swayed slightly.

found it.

He wouldn't waste time on pretense. He took a step forward, and with the aid of the annihilation domain itself, the spacetime structure shifted rapidly—he had already stepped into a fortress built of massive stones. Many demon warriors guarding the fortress turned their attention to him.

"Get lost." He waved his arm.

The storm then surged violently.

The guards who were loyal to their duties were either slammed against the wall or thrown into the air along with the wall, and Wu Chen had no intention of saying anything to them or discussing anything with them.

Because it's completely useless.

Wu Chen traversed the crooked and sprawling structures, passing through layer upon layer of cover and lines of defense. And after he had crossed thirteen doors in succession, he finally saw the face he had been longing for.

Dragons may not have faces.

The dragon known as Milmenir is now bound to the deepest part of the fortress by dozens of thick iron chains. She hasn't suffered much yet; after all, even in her fallen state, a dragon is still a dragon.

A powerful dragon.

The dragon, bound by chains, let out a low, angry roar at him. Naturally, even with half his face on his person, no one could rescue Wu Chen. All Wu Chen needed to do was extend his hand to the dragon before him.

“To become human,” he said. His voice was synonymous with his fate.

The next moment, the contempt and mockery in Milmoniel's eyes transformed into unbelievable jubilation the instant he uttered those words.

She saw Wu Chen raise his hand. The scale pattern on the back of his hand caught her eye.

“…Okay,” she said.

(End of this chapter)