Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 276 Doing Whatever You Want

Corpse demon.

The ghouls are unique to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

It had a withered body, a pale face, and a deep blue light emanating from the depths of its eye sockets.

Its strength is below that of the ghouls commonly found in Skyrim.

However, their flaws and weaknesses remain unchanged.

"The Flame of Light".

Fire ignited in Wu Chen's palm.

Wu Chen placed his palm on the corpse demon's chest.

As the fire and light burst forth from the ghoul's body, the ghoul, draped in the robes carried by the sorcerer, was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Oh?" Wu Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.

His senses extended outwards, but his perception couldn't reach beyond the shrine. He had clearly purified the ghoul before him with restorative magic, yet he still sensed danger and unease, and his total mana, which should have increased with the recovery of lost items, remained unchanged.

This was truly unexpected.

The magical resurgence was only just beginning; it was just an ordinary corpse sealed away for who knows how many years. Yet, it could create such realistic illusions. And I had to be extremely careful and cautious when I attacked it, because if I wasn't careful, I would tear my robes!

Just like this!

'clang--!'

The Dragon Fang longsword was suddenly swung backward in an almost ergonomic manner. And at the point of impact, a resounding collision erupted!

Countless fragments of color suddenly fell down.

The scene before them then distorted—the ghoul, which should have been burned to ashes inside the coffin, remained poised, brandishing a rusty sword as if to strike Wu Chen's neck. However, the sword in its hand was now broken, and pure white flames spread from the Dragon Fang Sword's blade all the way to its body!

It's ridiculous.

Wearing Wu Chen's clothes and using Wu Chen's magic, how dare he launch a sneak attack and assassination at such close range?

It can only be said that ignorance is bliss. Moreover—

"You might not even be able to continue thinking."

The Dragon Fang Sword was then raised. The rusted blade instantly crumbled into sand. Wu Chen's hand reached out a second time, and this time, it successfully pierced through the eye socket, tearing apart the soul spark that had long since replaced the withered brain.

This was the end of the battle, and victory finally fell into Wu Chen's hands. The apprentice's robe, now without support, fell to the ground. But this time, it was completely different from the previous illusion.

Wu Chen lowered his eyes and glanced at him briefly.

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand and gently brushed it aside. The robe, stained with dust and dirt, was lifted into the air by a light whirlwind and brought to eye level with him. The external marks faded visibly, and the next moment, he summoned an elemental crystal sphere, infusing the garment with even more healing light.

Until the radiance overflows.

Until the golden liquid flows out.

Using the robes as a medium, brilliant light illuminated the entire Stark family mortuary. The next moment, sounds of struggling and colliding emanated from within each sarcophagus. Finally, deep within the mortuary, behind a wall, a tiny explosion occurred.

It was really small, like a bubble bursting on the surface of water. The potential threat in the temple was thus swept away, and Wu Chen was finally able to wash his clothes.

forward.

The Night's Watchman's black robes fell away, and the apprentice donned his robes. Before the dressing began, the bottle-sized amount of magic within him was channeled into the basin of water. This allowed the fine, dense strands of psychic energy to spread smoothly, ensuring his impeccable bearing.

Power flows through my fingers.

The recovery is progressing even faster than expected. After taking the initial first step, many subsequent steps can be easily accomplished, like a snowball rolling downhill. However, before changing to a more efficient schedule, Wu Chen's figure has already moved to the location where the previous explosion occurred.

There is a wall there.

A wall that became conspicuous after the explosion clearly revealed its special nature only after some kind of magical seal was triggered and broken.

Wu Chen reached out his palm towards it—

Driven by a surge of emotion, the wall, now devoid of its protective power, was easily dragged out by Wu Chen and placed on the ground at his feet.

A soft "plop—plop—" sound.

Several crossbow bolts were fired, then paused. The poison on the arrowheads gleamed with an eerie green light. Clearly, this was the test that non-Stark family members would face for rashly breaching the wall, but thankfully, the builder of the Mausoleum wasn't so reckless as to allow the entire structure to collapse after the wall was broken.

They were quite hospitable.

However, considering that this is the other party's family cemetery, it is only natural that as an uninvited guest, one should be treated however one pleases.

Wu Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. He suddenly discovered the true killing move hidden behind the crossbow bolt—the instant the crossbow was activated, a colorless and odorless gas rapidly expanded in the air. And without a doubt, it possessed unique effects far exceeding those of ordinary natural toxins.

Not only his breathing, but even his skin was affected by the toxin. In just a moment, Wu Chen felt his body stiffen and his blood no longer flowed quickly.

but--

“Healing Reconstruction.”

The magic taught by Hera came in handy at this time and place.

His body quickly adapted to the poison, and his form regained its power. Wu Chen tilted his head and walked through the hole in the wall to the front. A secret room filled with ancient books appeared beneath his feet.

Sure enough.

House Stark has ruled the North for millennia, a long and illustrious history. They established themselves in this land even in the ancient times when magical tides were plentiful, so it's clear their mastery of this technology isn't solely based on close combat. For example, the illusionary magic they used earlier was clearly not a ghoul talent that appeared out of thin air.

"A bumper harvest."

Wu Chen exhaled softly and used his telekinetic power to pull out the first book from the bookshelf. The book contained the foundational methods of ancient magic, as well as its advanced applications.

It's not bad to be able to apply knowledge to other situations. While the magical properties of this world are certainly unique, there are obviously unique ways to use them.

So……

Wu Chen turned his head slightly.

Before anyone knew it, Hera's form had appeared in the secret chamber. She immediately took a liking to the most profound and complex ancient book among them, and without saying a word, she quietly turned the pages and studied it.

Honestly, we agreed to be researching the collective unconscious and that we wouldn't be able to find anyone for a while, right? But as soon as new knowledge emerges, everything we said is treated as if it never happened. Not even a simple greeting.

Wu Chen's lips twitched. If Hera weren't currently residing within the puppet, he would definitely have taken a closer look to see if this girl would blush. But now…

Whatever.

He shook his head and continued reading the book in his hands. He skimmed over many of the simpler parts, but soon the more difficult parts appeared before him, hindering his continued exploration and research.

And of course he wouldn't choose to ignore this learned scholar who was right in front of him.

“Senior sister.” So he spoke without hesitation.

How should this passage be interpreted?

He received a reply very quickly.

"Hmm, this description should mean..." The interpretation flowed into his ears.

(End of this chapter)