Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 288 - Having made the card, it's time to show it off!

The dragon was given a name; her name was Melusin.

Unlike Joan of Arc, who once possessed an identity, she was born with the exact same appearance as the one shaman had conceived.

“Yes, my lord. I am Melusin, the strongest dragon you have tamed.” Her eyes sparkled with pure joy, she rejoiced at her birth, and was elated by the mission she had been given. When Wu Chen reached out and gently stroked her newly grown, luminous white hair, she comfortably squinted her eyes, purring like a cat being stroked.

“Show me your power, Melusin,” Wu Chen commanded.

The next moment, a storm of magical energy erupted outwards from the dragon girl, and her slender form rapidly expanded within the writhing pure silver. In an instant, a colossal, luminous white dragon with a wingspan exceeding ten meters—enough to hold its own on the battlefield even in the era of the Blood Dragon's Dance—manifested before Wu Chen. Her wings, whipped up by the storm, caused the underground cavern beside the Divine Eye Lake to sway slightly.

A powerful demonic dragon was born.

As Wu Chen gently touched her drooping dragon head, the general efficiency of the exchange of internal and external magic power was clearly displayed in Wu Chen's observation and judgment.

Under normal circumstances, it can maintain its dragon form for about three hours. However, if it fights at full power and breathes dragon fire, then Melsin's ability to maintain its dragon form will be shortened to thirty minutes.

This quantity is sufficient.

It is enough to sustain a battle of this era. Moreover, as time goes by and the tides of magic surge, Melsin will be able to maintain her transformation for even longer.

as well as……

Wu Chen lowered his hands, stepped forward, and with a light leap, stood on the back of the shimmering white dragon. Unlike the Targaryen nobles who needed saddles and harnesses, his balance was sufficient for him to move freely on the swirling blades.

The reason he created Melusin was not to have her fight on the battlefield.

"Go, proclaim your presence to this world. The grandest castle on this continent is your refuge."

He said. And Melusin let out a joyful dragon's roar. Her mastery of shapeshifting was not yet sufficient for her to speak human language while in dragon form. But her intelligence and mind were not equated with those of the Targaryen dragons due to the change of form.

She is perhaps the most intelligent dragon in the world now. And she then stirred up a storm, and her enormous body, enveloped in magic, danced through the depths of the cave.

The air parted before her, creating a gap large enough for a sheep thief to step through, yet also large enough for her to move freely. And when she flapped her wings for the third time, she had already left this hidden underground and, for the first time since her birth, touched the air illuminated by sunlight!
'Boom—' A gust of wind swept through.

On the shores of Shenyan Lake, the fishermen who make a living by the water all exclaimed in disbelief.

"Dragon! A living dragon!" They live in the customs and legends of the Riverlands, each of them learning to walk from the tale of the dragon burning Harrenhal. Their history has long since tamed them, making them react with visceral associations and tremors.

"The dragon that destroyed Harrenhal has returned! The dragon of House Targaryen has returned!"

Their voices surged into the clouds, gently rippling in Wu Chen's ears. The waves originating from the ocean of souls once again appeared in Wu Chen's perception, and a faint wisp of willpower quietly wrapped around his hands and feet.

The wind was blowing. The shouting fishermen were quickly left behind.

This land is home to many fragmented and unsystematic beliefs. The fear of the city-burning dragon naturally manifests as a small stream of willpower. Just as the legitimacy of a deity depends solely on the number of its followers, the legends of the demonic dragon circulating across this vast riverine land are enough to support a weak deity and keep it functioning.

"Just as I thought." Wu Chen nodded slightly.

Melushin beneath his feet sensed his joy and let out a long, low growl. Just then, her wings swept across a village, clearly revealing her shimmering white dragon body to everyone's eyes.

More villagers from the Riverlands saw her, and more Riverlands people were immersed in the delusion of the dragon legend. Their fear and awe were also a manifestation of their faith. And these targeted prayers, like the power of the vows imposed on the saintly Joan of Arc, had to pass through the magic dust before merging into Melusin.

His soul was thus strengthened, not restored, but enhanced, for his deeds had become part of the legend. And when he rode the Melousin around the Riverlands and finally returned to the skies above Harrenhal, he saw tens of thousands of believers busily at work, while the Holy Maiden he had chosen held high her banner, directing their orderly actions.

Unlike the ordinary villagers, they did not tremble with fear when they saw Melusin. However, when Wu Chen commanded Melusin to descend before Joan of Arc, an even greater fervor naturally welled up in their hearts.

'Boom—' As Melusin's wings closed, they stirred up a small storm.

Wu Chen rose amidst the storm, revealing himself to the crowd—he ignored them, merely observing and scrutinizing the city entrusted to Joan of Arc. He saw that the entire city was orderly, without quarrels or conflicts. Every one of the tens of thousands of people had been assigned a suitable position and compensation, and thus, the city's vitality began to emerge.

Joan of Arc did a good job; her leadership abilities, enhanced by her willpower, were gradually merging with the original. She may still retain some of the characteristics of a peasant girl, but her aspect as a saintly maiden was enough for her to grasp the military and political affairs of a large area and handle them properly and clearly.

“You’ve done very well, my Holy Maiden.” Wu Chen looked at her and nodded gently. “You have indeed made good use of this castle. However, you now have a new companion, and you should get along well with her.”

Melisandre let out a joyful growl, her gaze scrutinizing Joan of Arc's face. As a dragon, she was naturally far more powerful than Joan of Arc, who was human. Even now, Joan of Arc was bound by more willpower.

“Your will, my lord.” Joan of Arc looked at her with delight—she had completely accepted this new companion the moment she heard the witch's words. She planted her flagpole on the ground and stretched out her hand to welcome the shimmering white dragon.

"Welcome, my companion. I am Joan of Arc, the Saint of the Maiden. How should I address you?"

The dragon looked at its master, and Wu Chen nodded.

The next moment, amidst gasps and shouts from the crowd, the shimmering white dragon transformed once more into a shimmering white maiden draped in a cloak. She retained her dragon horns and wings, and her voice echoed throughout every corner of the castle.

"I am Meloscin, my companion. The Saintly Maiden Joan of Arc." She proudly raised her head as she announced her identity. "The strongest dragon tamed by my Lord!"

Her voice fell to the ground.

Her identity was acknowledged.

And the vast stream of wish power then converged upon her.

(End of this chapter)