Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 282 - How to Raise a Saint Girl

The power of the will gathered in Wu Chen's palm, concentrating both strength and will. Immediately following, a declaration resounded throughout the entire village.

"I command you, rise up!"

Fifth-tier magic, Resurrection, can be cast consecutively.

The beam of light thus burst forth.

It erupted from the vast square, enveloping every burned corpse. All the damaged limbs were restored to their original state in the radiant light of resurrection, and the lost souls were recalled by the magic and returned to the fully repaired bodies.

The dead are given life again. They open their eyes and look around. Many of them still have their memories and senses stuck in the moment before they died. They scream in terror or rush to their family and friends whom they should have lost, crying and praying.

They had this freedom; Wu Chen granted them a few minutes. Until each of those who had been resurrected understood the situation, they all looked at him with piety and awe, and prostrated themselves before him.

"I have questions for you," Wu Chen's voice echoed throughout the area. "Tell me, who killed you? Who plundered your village?"

The dead are the most reliable source of information, because some people believe that the dead can keep secrets. Although Wu Chen was already more than 90% certain, he still wanted to hear it from the dead himself.

"It's a knight! A knight led by a giant!"—The villagers were not highly educated.

"It's the Lannisters, they're flying the lion's banner!"—but there are exceptions among those who are exceptionally perceptive.

"I saw it! It's the Mountain, Gregor Clegane. He led a cavalry force of about twenty men and broke into the village from the front. Then...then they started to act. A few men went around to the back of the village and killed those who tried to escape. They also set fire to the sheepfold and the mill." —An unexpected surprise appeared on the individual that Wu Chen was paying the most attention to.

It was that girl—she was even more intelligent than Wu Chen had anticipated. Wu Chen narrowed his gaze slightly, and at that moment he sensed a surge of energy rising in the void.

Something unusual has happened.

This unusual situation might be somewhat related to the collective unconscious that Hera Morley is researching—he can't see as many as Hera, but he can sense that the girl's soul strength is rapidly replenishing and even slightly increasing. And her brain, which should have been befitting a village girl of her origins, has also quietly become much more active.

She became intelligent and perceptive. The reason for this change was that Wu Chen had acted on behalf of the deposed god and carried out a large-scale resurrection.

There are two possibilities.

First, it is one of the self-rescue strategies of the collective unconscious, a kind of "casting a wide net" approach.

Secondly, this unclaimed faith in the Seven Gods is coming to an end. Perhaps the Seven Gods worshipped by the Westeros were not entirely a fictional belief. Over the long course of time, the worship of countless people shaped a chaotic and vague consciousness. And it descended upon the world on the occasion of this truly divine miracle.

Both are quite good. In fact, both solutions can operate simultaneously.

Wu Chen's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He has no intention of becoming a god, nor a king. Therefore, he only temporarily borrows the divine authority of the seven gods and will not retain it for long. But this does not mean that he has no interest in the specific workings of a real deity.

So……

"What's your name?" His gaze lingered on the girl's shoulder.

“I, my name is Celia, Your Excellency… no, Your Majesty. I have no surname.”

"Forget that name, girl," Wu Chen thought casually. He hadn't found a corresponding name in the original records. "From today onwards, you will be called... Joan of Arc. It is the name of a holy maiden, and whoever holds this name will raise the banner of God, be invincible, and conquer all directions." Naming is the most primal contract, a piece of summoning magic information that even Wu Chen knew. And just as most children subconsciously obey their parents, the change and recognition of a name is the transfer of dominion and ownership.

Judging from the girl's intelligence and perceptiveness, if she were truly an ordinary village girl, she would have regarded this as a blessing from a divine being and accepted it without hesitation.

She didn't do that.

Under Wu Chen's gaze, she subconsciously turned her eyes away—to look at her parents, who had also been brought back to life. She shouldn't have done that.

"What are you waiting for! Joan of Arc!" Her mother pressed her down forcefully, making her kowtow before Wu Chen. "Please have mercy, this child is just... just..." Her limited vocabulary prevented her from speaking clearly at this moment. So she pressed the girl down, bowing and scraping, and together with the girl's father, looked at Wu Chen with anticipation and trepidation.

Wu Chen ignored them—his gaze was fixed solely on the girl.

"Your answer?" he asked calmly.

He waited for almost a second for this.

“…Your holy maiden, Joan of Arc, awaits your command.” The girl bowed her head deeply before him. And at the moment she responded, the many devout followers around her also praised and prayed in unison.

"The incarnation of the Seven Gods has chosen His messenger, the sacred maiden, Joan of Arc!"

The contract has been signed.

With a slight thought, Wu Chen channeled a portion of his unique magic power from his soul into the girl's body. This was undoubtedly a variant application of the Alliance Mark, and even though it wasn't as strong as Kalga's, the girl before him successfully and unilaterally transferred ownership to him.

Change ensued.

Through Wu Chen's perception, he detected subtle energy changes in the atmosphere.

An invisible rage flowed on a level he couldn't perceive, yet it couldn't materialize and descend upon his physical realm. Clearly, his guess had come true, and he could extinguish that invisible fury simply by raising his eyes slightly, through the established contractual connection.

The first step in the academic research is progressing smoothly. However, so far, he has not received any noteworthy compensation from this research project.

So……

"I have a task for you." Wu Chen raised his hand, and a wooden spear in the village was drawn to him and landed in his hand. With the abundant willpower he had at the moment, he successfully released a slightly higher-level spell.

——Transformation.

Fibers transformed into flesh and blood, and were reshaped and recreated in an even shorter time. A flag spear imbued with the power of witch dust was then constructed, and the flag, which was not yet drawn, was actually an exquisite evolution of flesh and blood.

Nemo's legacy, his magic.

He handed the flag and gun to her.

"Go, take this holy maiden's flag spear, and bring punishment upon that villain who committed the crime of slaughter."

(End of this chapter)