Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 268 - No one will guard Maginot Line
It was Wu Chen who spoke, looking north. He could still sense the enormous vortex in the far distance, and even though his actions were thwarted, he remained calm and languid.

"The fact that it will expand sooner or later means that it hasn't expanded yet. The fact that it hasn't expanded yet means that we can keep it behind this wall."

He said.

he thinks.

He felt that as long as he didn't foolishly jump off the city wall to the north side, this external deity, which could perhaps be named the Night God, was unlikely to have a direct impact on him.

“It is indeed a feasible idea.” Hera nodded, not immediately dismissing him. However, his plan still contained flaws, so large that they could not be considered acceptable errors.

"But there are only two of us."

She knew nothing about the Law of the Ring worldview. Yet, she could still deduce that there was more than one Night King north of the Wall. Even the enormous armored beetle she had defeated using the magic of the Wall, she knew was not truly dead in her hands, as its form was unique.

and so……

“The two of us can hold two points at most,” she said slowly. “And in the short term, we probably don’t have a way to make the locals on this wall any more useful.”

More uses—she was well aware that Wu Chen had recently used the prayers of these Night Watchmen and barbarians as a fulcrum to leverage the power of unclaimed faith and the sealed power accumulated deep within the Great Wall over thousands of years. This was undoubtedly a manifestation of value, but beyond that, it was difficult to develop further.

The fulcrum is merely a medium; it cannot be the lever itself that moves the force. At least for now, Hera does not have a way to strengthen these warriors enough to share the burden with the two of them.

She had none, so she could only rely on Wu Chen. After all, this was Wu Chen's own idea. Therefore, he should have a reason and something to rely on to achieve this goal.

She awaited Wu Chen's reply.

Without any prompting or urging, she placed the entire direction and method of her progress in Wu Chen's hands. And she stood there, waiting for Wu Chen's response.

What do you want to become? What do you want to achieve?

Why do you want to become it? Why do you want to achieve it?

What methods will you use to persuade me to fulfill your wish?

Wu Chen glanced into the distance—beyond the city walls, the northern warriors, their memories blurred, were celebrating their victory and the protection of the Old Gods. They believed they were witnessing living history and took pride in the defeat of this evil force before them. The devout among them thus multiplied, while those who wavered and doubted would gradually be transformed in this wave of victory.

Their thoughts were so clear that they could be discerned by Wu Chen, who had assumed divine authority. He knew they intended to erect a stone monument to commemorate the victory, and to build a temple to worship the authority of the Old Gods. He knew that the conflict between the Night's Watch and the barbarians beyond the Great Wall had silently disintegrated with the manifestation of the Old Gods' power, and that they were now united as one, a resilient force in their worship of the Old Gods.

A new force is about to rise, its birth stemming from a single lapse in judgment—they gained survival through their momentary recklessness. However, the tidal wave will still crash down, and these fragile lives will ultimately be reduced to shattered sand beneath the raging tide.

“They don’t recognize me, but I recognize some of them. That’s who I am and the relationship between them.”

Wu Chen thought for a moment and then gave a response.

“Some of them were supposed to die, while others had a life to live. But if we hadn’t come and intervened, they would all have been destined to die on this Great Wall. There was no chance of survival.”

The God of Cold has undergone a transformation. This miraculous wall can only withstand itself, not its extended tentacles—proof that the ghouls strengthened by the Black Night Rain can climb the wall and move around. Even if their power is greatly weakened, even the weakened version is stronger than the original undead army.

The defenders on this city wall should have been wiped out after the first assault. And the protagonist of the story was unlikely to have even escaped from Caster Fortress. Yet now, they are still alive, breathing, and filled with hope for a future unknown to them.

“We let them live.” Hera smiled and nodded. She simply stated the conclusion.

“We have influenced their fate,” Wu Chen corrected, explaining the situation from another perspective. “An unexpected seed has been born, and it has only just begun to sprout. In my hometown, such a budding sprout always deserves a little care.”

In the Eastern Continent, this is known as 'helping someone to the very end, seeing a Buddha to the very end.'

“Hmm.” Hera nodded slightly, still speaking in her declarative sentences. “So, you live for the traditions of your homeland. You make decisions based on your past education and experiences?”

“That’s not the case.” Wu Chen shook his head slightly. He felt something about to be born was stirring deep within him. “All I have to do is see things through to the end—whatever the reason I took the first step, I will try my best to get as close to the last step as possible until I can no longer walk.”

"This is somewhat similar to your style of action when you were in the Windhelm... Well, since it all started with you, you must at least witness its end, right? In that sense, the incomplete you is now walking the same path as the complete you of the past. So, I might as well help you."

"...Why?" Wu Chen asked, somewhat surprised.

However, Hera's answer was not entirely unexpected.

“Because all you want to do is try to change the predetermined outcome as much as possible, instead of actively jumping in and becoming that presumptuous obstacle. So, you are still on the same path as me.” She brushed a strand of her hair aside, still smiling gently. “However, I still need to know your specific plans.”

Wu Chen opened his mouth slightly.

He ultimately did not waste time on unnecessary idle chatter.

He turned his head and looked into the distance, where a new power was being born from the enormous vortex that existed beyond his perception.

Below the city walls, the mortal armored behemoth was crumbling and decaying. Before being consumed by Hera's ritual fire, its elusive essence had already melted into the night. And beyond the city walls, the night's downpour was gradually intensifying.

The Night King is merely a vessel; the true power lies within the darkness itself.

And now, in that distant vortex, even more and stronger new Night Kings are being born.

They will eventually cross this wall, and nothing can stop or resist them. Once they cross the wall, their power will snowball as they harvest resources.

and so……

Wu Chen lightly stomped his foot.

The old divine authority that still lingered within him could still stir up the immense power within the city walls.

“I plan to activate this city wall and let it burn fiercely in the days to come.” Wu Chen sighed, and a concrete spell model had already appeared in his palm.

"Before this high wall is completely burned down, I want to see where these people who survived because of us will go."

(End of this chapter)