Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 232: The Dragon's Oath
Dragons are special.

Dragons are the only creatures on the land of Nirn that can live and die at will. Even if they are resurrected, they will not be bound by the laws of the Holy Spirit.

If she can successfully leave Coldharbour, she can be resurrected on the land of Nirn. And given a chance, she is even confident that she can escape from this Annihilation Realm herself.

For example, now.

A soft click.

The chains formed from Morag Bal's power were completely broken by Wu Chen, who had stolen the power of the God of Strife, while the demon god was preoccupied with other matters. The next moment, Milmenir, now free, rapidly transformed and shrank before him, successfully changing into the form Wu Chen was most familiar with.

Milmoniel has become Mil once again.

She looked at her palm, then kicked away all the chains that had fallen beside her. Her eyes then snapped up, her gaze towards Wu Chen filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"To think he could do something like that." She looked at herself, then at Wu Chen. She raised her hand and took a cloak that Wu Chen had somehow gotten his hands on, draping it over herself. The rest of her exclamation, which she hadn't finished saying, was naturally swallowed back down.

To impersonate a demon god and plunder its power is a rather terrifying undertaking in the world of Mondas. She originally thought that only some old friends from her distant past would dare to do such a thing, but she never expected that Wu Chen, a beginner among beginners, would succeed so easily.

Wu Chen nodded.

“Come with me,” he said, his gaze sweeping over Mil’s smooth ankles—beautiful, but he didn’t linger.

With a deafening roar, a massive burst of light and fire erupted once more from the sky. Hundreds, even thousands, of meteors rained down from the heavens, igniting countless wildfires across the vast wasteland.

The battle between the demon god and the holy spirit continues. Meanwhile, Wu Chen has already brought Mir to the outside of the fortress.

"You have good eyesight." Wu Chen looked at the sky, vaguely sensing something, but unable to quite grasp it. "Help me see how much longer they can fight."

He found the right target.

Mil may not be the most formidable fighter among the dragons, but her insight and experience are more than sufficient—she carefully examined the battlefield in the sky and quickly gave a definite answer.

"The two sides are evenly matched, but Akai's aura is declining—Akai is unable to break through Morag Bal's defenses. And I estimate that this battle will last about five minutes."

It can't be accurate to the second. That's a shame.

Wu Chen nodded.

"Do you know where all the people in Windhelm have gone?" he asked, and replied, "I intend to rescue them and bring them back to life, because they shouldn't have died here; they were just innocently caught up in it."

“You can’t do it.” Mill raised an eyebrow. “Even with me, you still can’t do it.”

"I think I can."

“You can’t,” Mil shook her head. “You’re not dead, and I’m not bound. You and I are both living beings who can return directly to the land of Nirn. But they… they’re dead. A Kai might turn a blind eye to one or two resurrections. But with so many, it can’t ignore them.” The Holy Spirit protects the continent.

The Holy Spirit loves all living things on the continent.

However, before the appearance of Talos, who ascended to godhood in human form, the Holy Spirit considered human existence unremarkable. Even now, when Akai is locked in a fierce battle with Morag Bal, the Holy Spirit will immediately intervene to stop anyone attempting to perform a resurrection spell affecting hundreds of thousands of people.

“Give up,” she said. “I can see you’re not familiar with that city. There’s no need for you to suffer over something you can’t do.”

“I’m not in pain.” Wu Chen shook his head, continuing to look in the direction of Windhelm. “I’m just thinking about how to succeed—hmm, is it possible that if Windhelm had never been destroyed in the first place, if no one had died in the first place? Then, could we bypass Akai and make it turn a blind eye when it had a choice?”

“Theoretically, it’s possible.” Mil gently rubbed her temples. “I’m not very good at calculations and planning, but what you’re saying does have some merit—those mortals who died in the city of Isgramer didn’t reach their end through the proper channels. They weren’t touched by Akai, so it’s not a formal death. And if you could…”

"If we can trigger a dragon's destruction, then we can change the fate of all of them. Is that right?" Wu Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile. "And the key point is, how do we trigger a dragon's destruction?"

Dragon Break doesn't alter the past; rather, it opens a new timeline that overlaps with the existing one—humanity affected by Dragon Break will simultaneously possess two, or even more, destinies. In other words, it cannot change the predetermined ending.

You can only add, not subtract or modify. But—

“I already have a plan.” Wu Chen’s gaze turned to the deepest part of Annihilation Cold Harbor, where Morag Bal’s palace was located.

He didn't know how to launch a Dragon Break with absolute certainty.

But he knew who had the qualifications, the ability, and the resources to launch a Dragon Break.

“If you ascend the Annihilation Throne of Coldharbour and transform more deeply into Morag Bal, you will have no chance of survival.” Mil looked at him and said seriously, “I have finally chosen a priest, and I am waiting for you to fulfill the agreement between us.”

“I won’t break my promise.” Wu Chen nodded, then shook his head. He raised his hand, and his palm instantly transformed into flowing silver liquid, before reshaping itself back into its original form. “However, right now, this is something only I can do, and I happen to be here.”

"...You humans are truly strange." The dragon girl sighed silently. "I will stay here. If the fighting up there is over before you have a chance to act, I will set off to escape then, which may buy you some time."

“Most humans are fairly normal. Perhaps I'm the odd one out.” Wu Chen pursed his lips. “And, thank you—”

His thanks were not yet uttered.

Suddenly, Mir grabbed his crested hand and bit it hard—a great deal of precious dragon power and knowledge immediately flowed into his body, filling the gaps in his plan.

“You can say thank you now.” Mill raised her head and stopped looking at him.

So, before setting off for his final destination, he said thank you.

(End of this chapter)