Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 264 - The Attempt is Complete
Even before the warning screams rang out, a burst of light rang out.

It struck swiftly and accurately, hitting its target and instantly triggering a dazzling explosion of light.

Exploding light, blazing light.

Light is harmless to the living, but inflicts additional damage on the inanimate. With just a single strike, the withered claws that had just crossed the city wall crumbled and melted in the holy white light. That which had been strengthened by the rain ultimately met its utter demise.

A successful ambush.

A reminder of a failure.

Wu Chen's response did indeed yield results, but in the instant of those results, the truth was revealed to every living creature atop the city wall.

A courageous person instinctively draws their weapon.

However, not everyone on this city wall is able to fearlessly face this tangible death.

More hands climbed the city walls, and eerie blue light emanated from their狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) heads. Before they could successfully plunge into the crowd and feast, the weaker among them already let out terrified screams.

“Monster…monster!” They were pale, their teeth chattered, and their throats gurgled.

“They’ve crossed over…they’ve crossed the city wall! This isn’t, this isn’t real!” Bewilderment, fear, disbelief, denial of reality.

"Run!" They made the decision of the fearful, throwing down their weapons, abandoning their armor and fleeing.

Hard to imagine.

The most unbelievable thing is that the first to flee were not the barbarian tribes from beyond the Great Wall who had many elderly, weak, women and children to worry about. They were still carrying weapons, their hair and beards bristling, but further back, there were night watchmen dressed in black who turned and ran away.

Unexpected.

It makes sense.

The Night's Watch's main force, composed primarily of death row inmates and serious criminals, finally detonated at this moment. This embarrassing scene caused the Night's Watch members, who were gripping their weapons tightly, to blush with shame and anger.

They roared in anger.

They gained power from their roar.

It wasn't because of their actions or their roars, but because Wu Chen stretched out his hand towards them. And a group-wide illusion spell was successfully unleashed.

A widespread surge of courage and inspiration unfolded.

The crimson color faded as it unfolded; it was the illusion technique Hera had assigned to Wu Chen as homework. In the past, he hadn't had much time to develop this precious knowledge, but now, he used it as naturally as blinking or breathing.

The difficulty of learning and improving magic is indeed much lower than before.

All talents should have been lost with the decay of the soul, but Wu Chen never expected that his talent would be further enhanced by such setbacks—he used a spell that didn't require removing color and consumed little energy. And almost the instant the spell was successfully cast, a few random thoughts entered his mind.

With a slight flick of the fingertip.

The spellcasting model was in operation, with several key nodes subtly shifting without anyone noticing. Its effect was to cause all intelligent individuals inspired by courage to radiate a pure white glow representing power and divinity.

This is not just about light.

It still needs a little guidance.

The moment the spell was completed, Wu Chen's whisper was announced in the ears of all the people of the North.

“The old gods protect you and defend the walls for them.”

The Old Gods are the gods of the North, an ancient belief that existed simultaneously among the barbarian tribes of the frontier and the kingdoms of the North. Their origin lies in animism, with the divine born from rocks, earth, and trees. Among the many entities of belief, both real and false, in A Song of Ice and Fire, only this nameless god lacks a tangible, readily applicable reference point.

Its faith therefore became unorthodox.

This unclaimed faith should have fallen into the hands of some local individual—perhaps the ubiquitous weirwood trees of the North, or perhaps the Green Prophet, the Three-Eyed Raven, outside the city walls. But now, Wu Chen felt that the power of that will had lost its object of reliance. He was right.

His magical skill caused the wandering power of the Old Gods to fall upon the warriors atop the city walls—he made them glow, leading them to believe they had been blessed, and thus making them even more devout in their faith in the Old Gods. This deluded fervor allowed the wandering power of the Old Gods in the air to merge into the active courage-boosting spell.

The spell's effect is thus enhanced. Its duration and efficacy are both greatly increased.

And a fact then came to mind.

—The Three-Eyed Raven is probably dead.

He shook his head silently, not particularly concerned about the life or death of this stranger. He simply shifted his attention back to the current battlefield.

"By the Old Gods!" He heard the fervent roar of the Northern warriors.

He stepped forward, longsword in hand. Seeing the Northern warriors also wielding longswords or battle axes, he roared and began hacking and slashing at the enhanced ghouls that had scaled the city walls.

He saw the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, the King Beyond the Wall. The two men, with completely opposite stances, were now part of a larger group called 'Warriors of the North,' each leading their own guards and holding their own territory.

He also saw Jon Snow. The long-running protagonist of A Song of Ice and Fire, he saw him wielding his greatsword alone, knocking down a powerful wight that leaped out from behind the rain, but the next moment, another wight climbed onto the nearest crenellation of the city wall.

The sound was barely audible—a thud.

Wu Chen casually raised a finger, and a beam of psychic energy blasted a large hole in the ghoul's head. He then casually bypassed this predetermined protagonist, swung his sword, and killed another ghoul that appeared at another crenellation of the city wall.

The sword was fast, and its speed was also very fast.

The flowing wind swept across the top of the city wall, but Wu Chen did not make himself dazzling or conspicuous. As the intensity of the battle increased, no one cared whether a stranger quietly passed by and killed a target that was not even close at hand.

He only offered a small amount of help.

He did not give orders to anyone, nor did he draw the attention of these soldiers to himself.

He would silently take down flank attackers while warriors faced a frontal assault. He would quietly cast silent healing spells on the wounded as they retreated. He would draw his bow and shoot down the cunning lurking in the corners of the battlefield. He would rekindle inspirational spells when warriors showed signs of exhaustion.

It's still raining.

However, unbeknownst to many, the number of ghouls scaling the city walls was decreasing. And when the last ghoul disappeared from the top of the walls, the defenders on the walls had suffered few casualties.

They won the victory.

They looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter.

Some people looked around in confusion, vaguely remembering a very powerful fighter causing a ruckus here before. Those with particularly strong wills even recalled someone standing on the wall, casting a mysterious spell.

They quickly put those thoughts aside and focused their attention on something more worthy of attention. Meanwhile, atop a city wall tower behind them, Wu Chen quietly watched the relieved Northern warriors without saying a word.

--I learned.

He learned the techniques Hera had used, large-scale hypnotic manipulation.

The effects might not be as pronounced as hers, but the scope and number of interventions would increase accordingly. It wouldn't be long before no one remembered him and Hera anymore. And there would be no need to focus attention on this city wall anymore.

Anyway, it seems the ghouls can't break through this wall.

Wu Chen thought to himself that he saw the rain becoming sparse.

He then turned to head in the next direction that interested him. He had done what he had decided to do: 'give it a try'.

He took a step.

He heard a muffled sound coming from a distance behind him.

(End of this chapter)