Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 267 - So this is the Maginot Line

The wind howled.

The storm raced towards the stars.

What followed was a chain of explosions that covered the entire sky.

‘Boom—! ’

'Rumble, rumble—!!!!'

All the meteors were intercepted. All the falling rocks were shattered. Of the numerous meteors, only a very few that deviated from the main impact zone successfully passed through this storm curtain constructed of blades. And they merely fell insignificantly into the forests and wastelands, not even capable of starting a wildfire.

In the clash of forces, Wu Chen's side emerged victorious.

The countless meteorites that were struck and shattered turned into disintegrating dust, futilely scattering both inside and outside the Wall of Despair.

The power of darkness could not break down the city walls.

Wu Chen's gaze fell, and he saw that the Night's Lord, who had fallen below the walls of the Desolate City, had been restored to its original state with the help of an external deity.

It failed to breach the high wall.

It is also incapable of complex thinking.

Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Wu Chen could clearly feel the hunger and frenzy emanating from the giant beast. The next moment, the gluttonous dragon, which had regained its complete body, crashed into the frost wall, which was only tens of meters away from it!

'Thump—' That was a dull, heavy sound.

A slight tremor was felt beneath the feet of every living creature atop the city wall. However, its ability to move did not mean it had truly gained the upper hand. As it attempted to ram the wall a second time, Wu Chen, having successfully dealt with the Starfall Spell, swung his palm downwards towards the wall's base.

A giant sword then materialized.

That was not a creation of steel, but a coalescing, converging whirlwind—the skill of the Storm Blade had been elevated to its maximum. And the next moment, the giant blade crashed down.

More combat skills welled up from the depths of his heart.

The skills and martial arts techniques lost due to the loss of his soul silently reappeared in Wu Chen's hands. He had found a substitute; he could use his willpower as fuel to replace his spiritual power. This was like a boiler in a giant factory; once the initial operation received its power source, the entire machine would immediately enter a self-sustaining cycle of processes.

A sense of familiarity, a feeling of déjà vu, quietly emerged. And he already clearly understood the essence of this familiarity.

—It is Tianyao.

— He is proficient in all martial arts.

—It is returning, it is returning to my control. And…

—And that's not all.

The connection to the elements is strengthening. Wu Chen has no doubt that he will soon be able to bring 'Elemental Mastery - Wind' under his control. The high-level profession that was once bestowed upon him by the Voice of the World, but which he could not purchase due to his lack of funds, is slowly awakening as his soul is being reforged. And when he regains his soul, he may be able to obtain a reward that would be a pleasant surprise even if he knew it in advance.

Not bad.

Strength and skill are enhanced silently.

The descending storm blade gained several times its power and precision during its descent. The next moment, it swiftly and deftly pierced the gravity barrier that had appeared on the gluttonous dragon's body, pinpointing the weak points between its scales and joints, and unleashing its full destructive power!
The dragon, who had just recovered from its serious injuries, paused slightly.

The next moment, countless sharp and swift strong winds surged out from the many weak points of its huge body.

'Boom!' Explosion.

Like a water-filled balloon, the dragon's massive body suddenly exploded—its already effective impact on the city walls came to an abrupt halt, while the sturdy remains, torn apart from the inside, were hurled across the battlefield.

Death was so swift. Wu Chen raised his palm.

If I didn't push myself, I wouldn't have known I had such hidden resources that could come in handy in this surprisingly wonderful situation. But even without them, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Because the night had retreated, leaving the Great Wall before him, the interceptor, to stand guard. The dead Lord of Night crumbled at the foot of the wall, showing no signs of rebirth or revival. It could be said that the goal set on a whim, the "give it a try," had been completely achieved.

but……

This is not the end.

As victory was within his grasp, the city wall beneath his feet emitted an unusual tremor. A crucial moment, previously overlooked, began to resonate in Wu Chen's mind.

The Great Wall of Desperate Situation is a full 100 li (a unit of length in China). And this 100 li can be converted into a total distance of 300 kilometers.

It was too long. And the soldiers stationed on it were too few. The area it could guard was only a few kilometers in front of it. However, for the Cold God and the Night, there were walls everywhere it could cross along this three-hundred-kilometer journey.

Wu Chen's gaze swept over the crowd atop the city wall—they were shouting and cheering, for they had witnessed the 'Old Gods' defeat and drive away the Night Beast. This witnessed miracle would leave a mark deep within the minds of many of them for the long years to come.

They no longer remember Wu Chen.

They only knew that victory came from their own prayers.

This means that when Wu Chen is not around, their overall combat strength and fighting spirit may decrease to some extent.

They can't hold it.

Wu Chen shook his head slightly.

In the end, he didn't utter any warnings to the crowd of celebrations—he simply turned and left, teleporting away in the direction he sensed.

He disappeared.

After he left, a young Night's Watchman cast a bewildered and confused look toward the spot where he had stood.

..............................

Wu Chen's feet touched the ground again.

The teleportation was over, and his willpower was exhausted. He had left the largest outpost on the Wall of Despair, and this was another battlefield he sensed.

He thought it was another battlefield.

Without the Night's Watch on duty here, the Night King's army could have easily crossed this section of the wall. Yet, in reality, they met their demise here.

Debris and broken traces were scattered all over the Great Wall. As Wu Chen's gaze shifted, he saw a huge, heavily armored insect beast burning beneath the wall.

That was one of the Night Kings, yet it died here. Even if death is not insurmountable for them, it was still severely wounded here.

Their gazes returned to their own.

He saw her.

They saw Hera Morrie, who resided within the automaton, and then...

“We can’t stop it. Its power and influence will expand dramatically sooner or later,” Hera said.

"So now, perhaps we can give it a try."

(End of this chapter)