Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 238 - Fellow Travelers
Wu Chen arrived at that lost dreamland once again.

Once again, he stood before the sanctuary that sealed Ramaya. However, unlike the timeline before Dragon Break, there were no Ramaya bloodlines wandering around the Lost City at this moment.

There was nothing superfluous, and the city was flat and clean. Only a dead, pale dragon from another world lay quietly in the square of this lost neighborhood.

The barrier was fading, and time was running out. Hera's long, flowing hair had become matted together in clumps, like the tentacles or arms of some deep-sea creature.

“Dasster, do you know Morag Bal’s initial plan? The plan to gain the means to travel to other worlds before it found you?” She looked at the dead white dragon and kicked a scale on its back.

“I know some,” Wu Chen nodded; he did indeed know some. After all, the inspiration for his armor came from here.

"Put on the armor." Hera glanced at him. "Let this dragon replace Milmenir, who fought in the past. Then let Ramaya's dream overwrite reality, thus completing a dragon-breaking scheme to deceive the world. Let the world of Mondas regard this otherworldly dragon as Milmenir, so that it can obtain the power of the dragon race's timeline, and thus have the ability to travel between worlds."

"...That sounds like utter nonsense." Wu Chen's eye twitched. He knew the truth, knew the secret, knew that the essence of this transmigrating dragon was a locally generated projection. From the very beginning, there was no possibility of transmigrating to another world.

“Indeed.” Hera nodded. “It doesn’t know enough; it lacked the crucial element from the very beginning. However, its approach is not wrong. Combining the elements of an interdimensional traveler with the power of spacetime could indeed successfully open the gate between the two worlds, thus allowing one to travel to the unknown.”

Hera's gaze returned to Wu Chen.

"But you are a true transmigrator. And I suspect that you have mastered the unformed high-level spell inherited from Nemo that you obtained from me, and created a unique skill of your own, a skill that allows you to change forms."

Wu Chen slightly widened his eyes.

He was not stupid; he understood the meaning behind Hera's words in an instant.

"...You want me to replace it."

“Yes.” Hera nodded. “Eat it and you will transform into a dragon. And the demonic power in my hand can propel you back into the aftermath of the dragon-breaking attack you previously launched. It will add another parameter to that dragon-breaking attack that has already occurred.”

"You want me to kill Milmoniel in the past?"

“If anyone other than you were to carry out this Dragon Break, then killing Milmonir would indeed be the price to pay. But you alone have a unique option.”

Her gaze fell.

Wu Chen subconsciously raised his palm—the dragon scale emblem was imprinted on it. That was Milmoniel's parting gift, and a crucial factor in his survival during his desperate escape from Cold Harbor.

This is a symbol; it has meaning.

And Hera knew its significance.

“You have been accepted by her,” Hera told him. “She has acknowledged your identity as a dragon priest, and for dragons, there is not much difference between now and the past. When you return to the end of that dragon-breaking ritual, she will also acknowledge you as her dragon priest.”

Patterns began to appear beneath her feet—a ritual array constructed from the remains of a pale dragon. Undoubtedly, it was a prototype ritual structure capable of propelling this power of time travel.

"Go, devour it. Return to the end of the Dragon Break you carried out. As the Dragon Priest, you can have her transfer the power of the dragon to you and conceal her dragon form for hundreds of years. And as long as Milmoniel has never appeared in the form of a dragon in history, you can be temporarily regarded as her by the world after the Dragon Break."

"...What is the success rate?"

“Very low.” Hera wasn’t lying to him. “The only thing I can be sure of is the correctness of this line of thought, and everything else is unknown. Perhaps the Dragon Break Ritual will not succeed, perhaps you cannot completely replace Milmoniel, perhaps even if everything succeeds, this ritual to activate the power of spacetime will not be able to operate successfully. But I can assure you that it does have the potential to succeed.”

This is enough.

Wu Chen nodded. His body began to melt, turning into silvery-white molten lava. However, before the transformation was complete, he paused slightly.

"...Why do you want to help me?" he asked.

“I’m not helping you.” The young witch shook her head slightly. “I just happen to be on the same path as you… I crave knowledge, I crave the preservation of knowledge. And to preserve knowledge, we must preserve the civilization that carries it. And if a civilization wants to survive, it cannot be destroyed by the power of the demon god.”

She looked up at the sky, which remained silent. The demons' power might not have reached this place yet, but that was only a matter of time.

Because she was going to die.

Her eyes had already turned into a dark green, her pupils fused together. Hermes Mora's power would soon break through her restraints, turning her into a complete sacrifice.

“Everyone is born with a mission. And when the mission is completed, one should die.” She turned her gaze back to Wu Chen’s face. “I cannot decide what mission I will bear, but I can decide at the end of which mission I will die… I have no intention of interfering in the conflicts within a civilization, but I want to block the external forces that will destroy it.”

She thus left the Ritual Tower, thus came to Windhelm, thus interfered with the changes in Windhelm, and thus retained the memories of the previous timeline even amidst the distortion of Dragonbreak.

“You are important, Dust,” she said, her tone earnest and her expression serious. “Wherever you fall into the hands of a demon god, a battle will erupt that will engulf the entire land of Mondas. The war between the rulers and the raiders will destroy everything on this land, and in the end, everything will turn to ashes, leaving only the powerful demon gods and holy spirits.”

“You shouldn’t be here—at least not until you can control your own destiny. Having exposed your identity, you shouldn’t be here. So, no matter what, I’m going to send you away from Mondas. I’m willing to risk everything for it.”

It turned out to be the case.

Wu Chen sighed silently.

Even now, he still considers Hera Morley the most beautiful and capable woman he has ever seen. But as that initial perception fades, a strange feeling inevitably arises in his heart.

but……

They just happened to be on the same path.

Even if she were willing to die for him, they would just happen to be on the same path.

“...Not bad.” A smile appeared on his lips. The next moment, the silver magma engulfed the pale dragon, dominating and overwriting its massive form.

"Senior sister." He looked up, his familiar voice emanating from his dragon form. "Do you think, if the ritual succeeds, there's any chance we'll meet again?"

Hera didn't answer.

A burst of intense dark green light suddenly erupted from beneath her feet!

The Lord of Knowledge's gaze shifted abruptly, and the entire lost district was instantly enveloped by tentacles and eyes that suddenly appeared. Yet, within the unfolding magical ritual, nothing remained.

Nobody knows if the past has changed.

No one knows if Milmonir is still the original dragon.

Time continues to flow silently.

However, the traces of Dust and Hera Morley no longer exist in this world.

(End of this chapter)