Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 283 How to Quickly Assemble Troops

“I will not let you down, my lord.” The girl took the flagpole.

In that instant, she gained power—the banner formed from flesh and blood, after storing the power of Wu Chen, became an extension of his form, and the new magic began to function smoothly.

It summoned the armor.

The concept of 'armor' across this continent was extracted and gathered, mixed with some of Wu Chen's personal preferences. And seconds later, a suit of armor almost identical to the Jeanne d'Arc armor from a certain pay-to-win mobile game, but with even more comprehensive defensive features, successfully materialized on the girl's body.

Radiant and flawless.

Wu Chen did not pay any additional power as a result.

At that moment, he confirmed more facts. He discovered that the seven divine prayers that had gathered upon him due to the worship of the crowd, after being imbued with his aura, flowed autonomously towards the girl's direction. This worldly, complex faith no longer troubled him. And the girl he had chosen did not undergo any unusual changes as a result.

She simply gained power.

The ownership belongs to Wu Chen, but the right to use it is in her hands; the nature of the power has changed once.

That power not only bestowed upon her armor but also, through a process of summoning spirits, sculpted a gleaming white steed for her. Unlike Wu Chen, who was merely a passerby on this journey, her every action proclaimed the glory of the Seven Gods.

"Everyone, pick up your weapons!"

Her voice evoked power.

It was the effect of inspiring courage, but under the skillful manipulation of the spell's coloring, it shone with a dazzling golden light. All the resurrected villagers illuminated by her radiance were filled with courage and determination at that moment, and from the tattered remnants of the ruins, they quickly armed themselves. Even though their equipment was old and worn, their aura was like that of a thousand troops.

And she prayed to Wu Chen again.

"Lord, please guide me." She was becoming more and more like the Joan of Arc in Wu Chen's mind. And her prayer was answered—just a very ordinary pathfinding spell, a low-level transformation magic. A golden band of light appeared in her eyes, pointing her in the direction to go.

She set off, carrying her warhorse and banners. Her long, golden hair had unknowingly transformed into a neatly braided, smooth plait. And her forehead was now adorned with an M-shaped decorative visor.

She has changed.

Power then spontaneously generated within her body.

Wu Chen's conjecture, or rather, his experiment, has been definitively proven. She has indeed become the true vessel for the fictional deity 'Seven Gods'. And ownership of her is now firmly in Wu Chen's hands.

Wu Chen truly had no intention of becoming a god.

But this doesn't mean he can't command a god, or even build a divine army—he's quite certain that this isn't Hera's area of ​​research. And thanks to this technique, his soul's recovery rate also increases.

The greatest challenge of becoming a god is that only a sufficiently powerful soul can bear a sufficient amount of chaotic faith. But now, these faiths, which have clear directions, only make his soul stronger—he acts as a filter, while the pollution does not linger on him. And in just a moment, he returned to the soul strength of a senior mid-level wizard.

—That's wonderful. Wu Chen spurred the jet-black spirit horse.

He remained the Black Knight, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he continued his journey. He still refused to communicate or interact with those he passed, regardless of their worship or supplication. He remained a free spirit, roaming the land as if he were merely a passerby.

He continued onward, paying little attention to Joan of Arc. He did not accompany her, nor did he slow his pace to allow his hurried followers to catch up.

He simply continued south, through forests and over hills. He petrified any bandits or routed soldiers he encountered along the way. And if there were any ravaged villages along his route, he would use his resurrection magic to bring all the innocent villagers who had died back to the land.

The number of devout followers following him thus increased significantly. After two more days of travel, Wu Chen's followers had grown to several thousand, nearly ten thousand. Such a large crowd naturally meant an equally large consumption of food. However, their numbers and piety were sufficient for Wu Chen to feed them all.

As a result, many techniques have been developed for the application of food-making techniques.

At first, he simply made neat rows of buckets and piles of bread by the roadside. But soon, he started experimenting with more elaborate creations—turning mountain springs into milk and wild grasses into bread. Scattered stones transformed into large pieces of fish and meat, while sweet wine and honey gushed from the soil, flowing together with the milky mountain springs.

It's an interesting technique, really—for most wizards of Mondass, if they had plenty of magic, tinkering with these things would be a waste of time. But in this land called Westeros, it comes in handy.

His followers were thus fed.

At first, they would loudly give thanks, pray, and praise and worship with tears streaming down their faces. But soon, they stopped paying so much attention to formalities and simply focused on eating and following the crowd.

They followed him, their fervent gaze gradually transforming into unwavering resolve.

They started as a group of villagers, itinerant merchants, and mercenaries. But gradually, many of them became skilled at management, and with their bodies well-fed, they took up simple weapons and donned light armor.

The number of soldiers is increasing.

At some point, knights appeared among the warriors, and their equipment became more and more sophisticated each day. There were even quite a few soldiers who still wore Riverland armor and walked openly among the crowd, their only disguise being the removal of the emblems from their breastplates.

Wu Chen still ignored them.

Wu Chen simply continued sweeping away the bandits and walked forward.

Those bandits who dared to resist had long since disappeared, and those he occasionally encountered would only kneel down and beg for mercy on the spot. As for the mountain fortresses and caves that should have been occupied by many bandits, they were either deserted long ago or were conquered and exterminated by fast-moving believers before Wu Chen arrived.

The problem is not big.

He did not change his rhythm or pace because of this.

He simply continued forward, heading south along the King's Road. Soon, an exceptionally tall castle appeared in his path.

Joan of Arc and her warriors awaited him directly in front of the castle. Meanwhile, the infamous and formidable Mountain was already hanging from a pole in front of the castle.

(End of this chapter)