Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 263 Harmful Weather, Not Suitable for Travel

It's raining.

The humidity in the sky increased sharply, and the cold wind ceased to blow. Suddenly, thick, heavy clouds obscured the entire sky beyond the Great Wall. It was a distinct darkness, like a towering, shadowy mountain. It covered and enveloped all the land beyond the Great Wall without reservation, yet it did not cross the Great Wall's outline, not even by a fraction.

The darkness grew ever deeper.

However, no corresponding light came from behind the Great Wall.

The northern sun, as always, was dim and weak, and at this moment it seemed to have dimmed even further. Under this feeble sunlight, human skin appeared an unusual paleness, almost...

“Like a dead man…” one of the Night Watchmen murmured on the wall, as if in a dream. His voice was broken and trembling, and no one beside him stopped him, punished him, or even argued with him.

It's still raining.

Wu Chen frowned and threw several more energy javelins towards the densest part of the undead horde—the power hadn't diminished, and his magic had indeed caused significant damage to the undead ranks. However…

It's different from before.

The gaps torn in the formation were immediately filled. The fallen White Walkers and wights were quickly overwhelmed by the advancing undead army—they had become insignificant, merely negligible losses. Meanwhile, more and more undead, their eyes glowing with a deep blue light, transformed into a silent, approaching tide of darkness.

It took a picture.

They took pictures of it.

The silent black tide advanced in the rain, no longer affected by the overwhelming, stagnant magic within the Wall. The march of the dead continued in silence, and in an instant, they reached the foot of the wall.

The rain is getting heavier.

The rain was pitch black, a dark, gloomy downpour. It cascaded down the outer edge of the Great Wall of Despair. The previous silence was now replaced by a deafening roar, and a strange sense of oppression surged from behind the rain curtain, silently pounding against the ancient wonders built of ice and rock.

--'interesting'.

Wu Chen heard Hera's soft laughter.

That's all there is to it.

The elemental spheres floating beside him grew ever brighter. Looking up, through the vast curtain of rain, the invisible oppressive feeling gradually materialized in his perception. In a daze, he seemed to see a gigantic vortex, suspended high in the sky.

Cold God.

Wu Chen couldn't find any other ecological niche in this world that could accommodate it.

—Almost a demon god.

—But they are different.

The enormous vortex simply stood silently in the distance, not bringing down its punishment because of Wu Chen's spying. Like a deep, dark shadow standing in a distant land, its very existence meant destruction and calamity.

It is not a personal god.

It is some kind of vast, chaotic, supernatural phenomenon with a vague self-will.

It doesn't target anyone, it doesn't attack anyone; it's just an out-of-control road roller without a driver, a raging, evil war machine whose goal is to go south, cross the city walls, and destroy everything that stands in its way, whether actively or passively, until finally, it can touch the sun.

...Something's not right.

In the correct storyline, the Red God's power should surpass that of the Cold God. However, now…

Why does the sun appear so weak to me?
Not just weak...more than that.

Because he couldn't even sense the power emanating from the sun. There might be a reason for this, but more likely...

—Anotherworldly projection.

—The projection from another dimension has brought dire consequences to this world. Projections are reciprocal.

Just as a plane carrying Witch Dust might crash not only off the coast of Sakurajima but also in the southern wastelands of Skyrim's Eastern Territory, when specialties from the world of A Song of Ice and Fire appear in and around Windhelm, perhaps some local products from Mondath in Westeros, Essos, and even Valyria will also fall to earth before Witch Dust does.

Maybe.

I hope so.

Because if this were not the case, it would mean that Wu Chen's own old knowledge of this world would soon become a piece of waste paper!
A tearing sound rang out.

That was not a false delirium that surfaced in my mind.

Wu Chen abruptly turned his head towards the direction from which the sound came. A young Night Watchman, boldly reaching his hand out from inside the city walls to touch the dark, rainy curtain, was rapidly changing his expression from curiosity to bewilderment and panic. The next moment, amidst the pale light, a piercing scream erupted.

His hands melted in the rain.

The eerie blue flames, the same color as the glow in the ghoul's eyes, spread along the severed hand and instantly engulfed his entire body, setting him ablaze.

It was rain, yet fire was born from it.

Despite the burning flames, the temperature around the reckless night watchman was dropping rapidly!

"Help! Help me! Help—" His screams grew louder and louder amidst the burning flames. His only remaining hand reached for the person closest to him. And just before successfully making contact...

The wailing turned into a roar!

'roar--!'

From the ghostly blue flames came a beastly roar from the human silhouette. And the instant the roar resounded, all the ghostly blue flames covering the reckless Night Watchman contracted and flowed back beneath his flame-covered body.

Withered limbs were thus revealed, and a ghostly blue light emanated from the watchman's shriveled head. In an instant, this reckless fellow became a genuine, fresh ghoul. And its strength and speed were completely unlike any of the ghouls Wu Chen had encountered before!

Ordinary wights, in terms of both speed and strength, are no different from the common zombie grunts in post-apocalyptic stories. However, this wight, soaked by rain and burned by fire, possesses speed and strength almost comparable to a weaker White Walker. Its roar is loud and exaggeratedly powerful, and its pale five fingers, reaching out towards the surrounding living beings, transform into terrifying claws in mid-air. No one present doubts that this power could slice through thick armor in an instant.

No one present was wearing armor.

The Night's Watchman, his face shrouded in the shadow of claws, was turning from horror to despair.

Then--

'Sizzle—' The force of the blade flew.

The ghoul's arm was severed in mid-air, along with its neck and chest. Wu Chen made a grasping motion in the air, and the still somewhat alive ghoul remains flew towards him, guided by his psychic energy. Even now, the severed head was still emitting shrieks.

"what the hell?"

Wu Chen frowned and clenched his fist. The shattered fragments instantly broke apart and shattered, and a ball of cold, dark blue light burst outward from the cold wave, disintegrating and disappearing in a very short time, like dew falling on a hot pan.

It serves as a defense against all odds.

The local magic accumulated within the Great Wall served to seal off external evils.

This means one thing.

This means that the magic of the rain remains a local specialty. It also means that the city wall can still serve its purpose of external defense.

But this doesn't affect—

'Thud—' A withered hand climbed up the city wall.

"They've climbed up!"

(End of this chapter)