Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 300: Forging the Blade

And so, the great city of King's Landing welcomed its old king. And this crown was secure enough. Perhaps some might raise a few objections. But with the support of the army of followers led by the Holy Maiden, and the golden-robed guards of the capital who dared not harbor any disloyalty, the Stag King's sanitation work would surely become exceptionally easy.

After all, the 'cleaners' had just cleaned the place.

It is likely that the number of individuals who would still have objections under such circumstances would not be too large in any sense.

Wu Chen tilted his head.

All the people in the throne room had been evacuated, leaving this place to him and his assistant—Melushin still stood obediently beside him, rubbing her soft face against his arm.

She could roughly guess what he wanted to do.

She knew that her kind would soon increase in number once again.

Therefore, she especially cherished this time when she could still be alone with Wu Chen and act coquettishly.

Wu Chen understood her and was willing to spend his time with her. He led her to sit on the very first step of the Iron Throne. Then he gave her a lap pillow and gently massaged her face and long hair.

Melusin's mastery of form transformation has deepened considerably. She can now retract her small wings and horns in human form—though sometimes she deliberately leaves the horns out. Only in this way can she prove that she is not just a pretty young lady, but also a unique dragon girl.

Also interesting.

Wu Chen thought to himself, gently feeling the touch on the girl's cheek. He never imagined he would actually give a beautiful girl his lap as a pillow. After all, he had only ever thought about lying on a beautiful woman's lap before, never really caring whether it was comfortable to have a beautiful woman's lap as a pillow.

As it turned out, it wasn't good—if his physical condition was still the same as the average person's. After all, the knees and thighs aren't exactly good soft cushions. The key to this action was the interaction of feelings.

—I quite like Melusin.

He thought about how close he and she were. But he hadn't actually touched her yet. This could certainly be interpreted as an awkward feeling between creator and creation. But he was quite certain that Melossin would be quite happy to do so.

—If there's a chance… well, let's just let things take their course. There's no need to make this feel like a mission.

He thought of it. For some reason, Hera's face flashed through his mind. But the feeling was only momentary, and he quickly suppressed it.

not the right time yet.

There are still things to do.

He gently held the dragon girl in his arms, letting his mind wander and allowing his spirit to relax for a moment.

Time flows.

My mind and body quietly became comfortable and joyful again.

A brief commotion erupted in the outer city, only to be quickly subsided. And as a certain point in time arrived, a subtle stirring made Wu Chen feel that everything was just right.

"Merusin." He gently patted the little dragon girl's head in his arms. "Use your flames to melt this Iron Throne."

The dragon maiden responded to him obediently.

The next moment, a pure white dragon materialized as its limbs stretched out. Its wings unfurled, and blazing dragonfire erupted towards the iron throne forged from sixteen hundred swords!

The dragon fire engulfed it.

Centuries ago, this throne was forged from dragonfire by the legendary dragon, the Black Death, Balerion. And now, centuries later, Meloshen was created through the faith in the dragon that destroyed Harrenhal. And that dragon that destroyed Harrenhal was none other than the Black Death, Balerion.

Cause and effect are linked perfectly.

This throne, made of steel, is perfectly suited to be reshaped by her dragonfire. Indeed, it is so.

The enchanted throne crumbled and melted in an instant, turning into a molten pool of iron. The magic that had been imbued with it, and the centuries-long faith of the entire continent of Westeros in this unified throne, smoothly fell into Wu Chen's hands.

They are raw materials.

Wu Chen sculpted their shapes freely according to his own ideas. His own research project thus gained new momentum. And when enough magic power had been used to outline the precise ritual patterns, he unleashed his magic.

'Duster's morphological changes' are in operation.

Iron is sculpted, steel is reshaped.

And a demonic sword, imbued with enough prayers and enough power, was constructed before him.

Exquisite, slender. Sharp, cold glint.

This sword is not made of Valyrian steel.

But the power of this sword far surpasses that of any Valyrian steel sword.

And a name, chosen by Wu Chen and conforming to his aesthetic sense, was thus chosen and placed at the center of the spine of this demonic sword.

"I call you..."

"Meltrilis".

He said.

Having acquired the name of the demonic sword, it immediately gained human appearance.

She was a slender girl with long, pale purple hair that reached her ankles. Her feet were sharp sword blades, while her hands were concealed beneath wide sleeves.

Wu Chen slightly adjusted her attire, making her more conservative than her original form, so as not to expose too much of her limbs to the viewer. Her pale blue eyes, the same color as her hairband, then opened, and she clearly appeared more aloof than Joan of Arc and Meloscin.

“Meltrilis, come as summoned. Are you my creator and user?”

“I am.” Wu Chen extended his hand to her, and before she could respond, he took her hand in his. “You may call me Dust. This name is no different from my real name.”

He had no intention of revealing his real name here. Because another battle, or more, awaited him. The girl before him nodded, then looked at her palm with a hint of curiosity.

"The sense of touch in my hands... is very clear. Strange." The girl raised an eyebrow slightly. "I always felt that the sense of touch in my hands should be a little less sensitive."

That was the characteristic of her prototype, a joyful girl leaping about in an endless ballet. However, Wu Chen clearly made a slight adjustment when creating her.

“Every living being should have a healthy body, even if it was created for a certain purpose,” he said. “I think it’s better for you to have a pair of normal hands. After all, you can choose how to use them.”

"This is pointless... You've only made me weaker." The girl pouted slightly, but she actually seemed quite satisfied. Her hand, which Wu Chen had been holding, then gripped his hand in return. Her healthy limbs immediately came in handy.

"As compensation, let's dance together."

Her gaze swept over Melusin, who looked slightly aggrieved but remained quietly standing to the side.

"My...user".

(End of this chapter)