Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 248: My poor performance doesn't mean I can't play.

That was another group of ghouls.

The wights, then the Others, command and guide them from the center.

When Wu Chen saw them, several of them had already fallen to Hera's arrows, just like the unfortunate wild deer before them. Even from hundreds of meters away, Hera could hit their eye sockets with an arrow and blow their heads off.

The bow in her hand had clearly received additional enhancements. And with each arrow she shot, she would add a rapid, distinctive chant—by the time she fired the sixth arrow, Wu Chen saw that the raven-feathered arrow on the bowstring was already entwined with a faint breeze and light, suggesting that it wouldn't be long before she could unleash even more powerful magic.

The six wights, which were the transformed bodies of the dead Night's Watchmen, were thus buried.

Besides those six, there were still hundreds of wights remaining—one of which was exceptionally tall and strong, perhaps possessing some giant blood. But among these undead, the White Walkers who served as commanders posed the greatest threat.

It wields a two-handed sword made of ice and can also use javelins.

When Hera drew her bow for the seventh time, the javelin came hurtling through the air, aimed at her heart.

'Bang—' The javelin shattered on the sword blade.

'La—' The amulet activated. One of the four wolf fangs turned dull and lifeless.

His strength increased, as did his reflexes and agility, and a deep blue flame ignited on the greatswords he wielded. His forward charge created a fierce whistling wind.

It's not a sonic boom.

Currently, their combat strength should be comparable to that of a mid-level warrior in Mondas—they have mastered their own bodies, their perception and movements are swift and fluid, they have their own fighting style and can stick to it. Once these conditions are met, they are naturally no longer limited to the initial combat strength.

With a 'whoosh,' the azure blade tore through the first few wights, their bodies instantly engulfed in azure flames. Only physical strength was depleted, not external energy, and Wu Chen's sword quickly reached the location of the White Walker commander.

Those crystal blue eyes were fixed on him, and Wu Chen could detect the excited look of someone eyeing a prey.

Blades clashed, ice and fire violently rubbing together at the boundary. The tall wight guarding the side growled and swung its club down at Wu Chen's head, but before its club could strike, an arrow, faster than any of the previous ones, whistled through the air and struck the White Walker's head!
The arrow should have struck its eye, and even though it narrowly avoided it, the powerful impact caused its head to snap back. The previously evenly matched exchange of power instantly shifted in favor of Wu Chen, who gained a decisive advantage. The steel sword pressed down, the ice sword slid, and the blazing blade, continuing its forward momentum, easily severed the White Walker's sword-wielding hand.

It let out a painful scream.

The scream materialized into sound waves, shaking the wolf spirit barrier on Wu Chen's body.

Memories of past battles welled up in his heart once again, and a unique and distinctive power-generating technique appeared on Wu Chen's shoulders and back.

—Instantaneous reflection.

Martial arts become martial arts precisely because they are honed through countless trials and tribulations by martial artists. Every martial art has a prototype technique in the beginning, and as long as these techniques are reproduced, the final martial art will naturally be mastered by the user.

Wu Chen's actions thus reversed in a way that defied common sense.

With a single, old strike, the sword instantly transformed into a stance reminiscent of a duel between two swords.

Then, he flicked it upwards.

The giant ghoul's club was thus restrained, while the azure flames climbed up the club to the ghoul's body—more necromantic power was absorbed and filled into the blade in Wu Chen's hand. And his spell list, which had been suppressed due to the loss of his soul, opened up slightly with the increase in external magic power.

Swords are crossed with one hand.

Frost appeared on the White Walker that was screaming.

Its severed arm was healing under the cover of frost, which meant that the magic within it was now fully exposed to the observation of the air and the sorcerer's dust.

Able to use a spell.

A very simple, lowest-level spell. Unlike wights, which can be instantly killed by fire, White Walkers are not purely undead creatures; they are not afraid of fire or sunlight. And this, naturally, also means—

—Vampire technique.

One of the lowest-level destruction spells, originally a blood-sucking spell that should only be usable by vampires.

Wu Chen raised his hand and made a grasping motion forward. The White Walker's leaking life force and magic transformed into a crimson jet flowing towards him. Its arm, which was being repaired, suddenly withered, and as he felt a sense of saturation filling his entire body, Wu Chen's physique became stronger once more!
Weaken the enemy and strengthen your own.

It cannot be absorbed as life force, thus becoming an external enhancement of life force. And a sufficiently powerful life force can naturally drive sufficiently powerful energy.

Forward, stride forward.

—Martial Arts Technique: Powerful Fist Strike.

It remains the same prototype, still a combat technique that instantly amplifies destructive power. However, even though it's just a prototype, when applied to a White Walker, it still signifies devastating destructive force!

'Swoosh—' The blade sliced ​​across his neck.

The White Walker's head was severed.

If the last battle was a surprise attack, then this time it was a fair and square frontal kill.

Being a magic swordsman feels really good.

And after that...

That was the time to clear out the defeated troops and clean up the battlefield.

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"They didn't come here because their kind were wiped out. From the beginning, they were an independent army that just happened to be heading south together."

Hera inspected the battlefield.

She examined the movement of this ghoul army and the characteristics and clothing of the ghouls. She uncovered some less-than-ideal information, which she then summarized and categorized.

"This group of ghouls came from the northwest, while the one we encountered earlier came from the due north. They should have converged a little further south and eventually settled at a point even further south."

A single example is insufficient to prove something, and occasional cases are not enough to establish a case. However, if the incident has occurred three times, then the situation is naturally different. A rather unfortunate possibility immediately came to their attention, and they quickly found a way to prove it.

“We need a high vantage point,” Hera stated her request.

Wu Chen quickly satisfied his request—even though he didn't know how large the Ghost Shadow Forest was or where they were. He could still retrieve the directions of the highlands and mountains from his memory. Soon, a tall and steep hill appeared on their path.

They climbed it—before they climbed it, they sensed the ghouls marching once more, and this time they managed to avoid them.

At the top of the hill, the two successfully witnessed the truth of the situation.

“Dust.” Hera turned her head to look at him. “Of the information you have, what is the extent of the human defenses on that ice city wall?”

Wu Chen did not answer.

In his eyes, dozens, even hundreds, of undead armies of varying sizes were converging and gathering in the cold mist, marching with slow but unwavering steps—

They flocked south.

(End of this chapter)