Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 301 Retrieving the Crown
Wu Chen granted her wish.

He and she danced in the throne room, a court dance that Wu Chen had absolutely no idea how to perform. By the end of the dance, he had finally mastered it completely. The price, however, was being stomped on fifteen times by the demon swordswoman.

It was difficult to maintain balance, and the beginner was the one being stepped on. But since the girl's feet were essentially a pair of sharp blades, there was simply nowhere to step on them.

Regret.

Fortunately, the demonic sword he created could not harm him.

Each stomp merely allowed his instep to feel the girl's weight. And that was a slender weight of only thirty-three kilograms.

The song ends.

Lilith's expression looked good.

In the final melody, the magic within Wu Chen's body resonated with the power of her faith and the will that flowed through her.

Another channel of willpower branched off from Wu Chen's body. And the total amount of magic power within his body increased once more. He had progressed from a newly advanced standard high-level wizard to the peak of the standard stage. Only a little more accumulation and a trigger were needed to complete the transformation from standard to senior.

That opportunity is not far off.

Wu Chen has now located it.

It lies within the dragon's lair in King's Landing, atop the dragon's remains whose ownership has been transferred from the previous owner. And the vast magical energy gathered throughout King's Landing is slowly flowing in that direction.

He glanced at Melusin. His dragon responded immediately—the white dragon reappeared, and Lilith transformed back into the Demon Sword. He rode them, carrying them on the wind, making himself visible to all of King's Landing!

He looked at them, and they looked at him.

The entire city was shrouded in the shadow of the dragon beneath him—the stag king glanced at him from afar before speaking to the Duke of the North, who had just been released from prison. Everyone else, however, gazed at the dragon's shadow in the sky, then raised or lowered their heads in devout prayer.

A surge of willpower welled up within.

More willpower was washed over the newly born demon sword.

This nascent power was thus nourished and grew smoothly. And Wu Chen's destination was soon reached.

He saw the dragon's lair, and he descended at its entrance. Numerous dragon bones lay scattered before him, rapidly vanishing and melting away under his gaze, transforming into fine dust stripped of all power.

All the dragon bones have disappeared.

Inside the dragon's lair, only one dragon bone remained.

He had already seen it. He had kept it specifically. It was Miracis's broken skull. And in appearance, it wasn't much different from those of its kind that had already disappeared.

It was just an ordinary dragon bone. It didn't carry any special power in this world. However, when Wu Chen touched it, he sensed something slightly unusual.

This is the dragon.

At that moment, he clearly perceived the appearance of the dragon.

That image surged and flowed within his body, merging into his unique magic. And soon, his magic underwent a new transformation.

'Dust's physical transformation' is in operation.

His body rapidly deformed and expanded, transforming into a ferocious and enormous form. In just an instant, he had acquired the appearance of a dragon.

He became Miracis, he became a dragon.

But merely becoming a dragon is still far from enough.

His form continued to rise and change. And Miracis's pale form was silently tinged with a golden-red hue!

And the golden-red color continued to expand!
It filled its wings, its claws, its massive body, its head, and its teeth. Molten gold eyes appeared within its head. And at this moment, Wu Chen had finally become it.

He became Milmenir, the dragon of Mondath. His reshaped soul transcended the human realm and transformed into the form of a dragon.

The dragon roared and spat out its eyes, brewing within its throat.

Without the slightest hesitation, he uttered it lightly.

“Fus-Ro-Dah”

Unyielding effort.

The dragon's lair in the capital evaporated in an instant. All the city's inhabitants witnessed the thunderous explosion, saw a powerful shockwave crash into the sky, tearing a clean gap through the thick clouds.

well.

He exhaled a breath as powerful as a storm. He transformed back into human form. The energy required for dragon transformation was now at its lowest. He knew he could maintain his Milmonir form for an extended period, and could roam freely across any land as a dragon of Mondath.

—I am only one step away from becoming a true dragonborn.

This step involves slaying another dragon of Mondath, seizing its dragon soul, and returning Milmenir's place to her. He knows that once he returns to Mondath, he will have countless options.

The demon will no longer be able to trouble him.

Even Mora Hemayus wouldn't attempt to pour countless resources and power into a single, already powerful dragon on the planet Nirn. As for the weaker demon gods, he only needed to take a few more steps on the Dragonborn Path to personally crush them and even drive them out of the battlefield beneath the Holy Spirit Barrier.

He exhaled silently.

That burden that had been hidden deep within my heart was finally successfully put down at this moment.

He flexed his fingers and looked at his palms. His destiny, which would inevitably return with the reshaping of his soul, was ultimately in his own hands. And what he needed to do next was, naturally, to continue to unleash his power.

We need to defeat a dragon.

You have to defeat a dragon fair and square, without resorting to tricks.

Borrowing Milmenir's power is certainly a viable option. But to truly defeat a dragon completely, one needs power that is more readily at one's command.

The strength of warriors.

The power of magic.

And right in front of him was just such a powerful weight.

He stretched out his hand.

His hand remained in the same position, touching Mirasis's dragon bones. There was no change whatsoever.

The next moment, the dragon's skull tore apart and shattered in his hand, disintegrating into fine dust along with its brethren. And deep within the dust, a treasure that should never have been there was revealed.

A crown.

His crown.

It arrived with him, but upon descending into this world, it directly embedded itself in the center of this dragon skeleton.

"The Crown of Worm-like Corrosive Poison," Wu Chen said softly.

The next moment, his accumulated magic power leaped forward, taking that crucial step. He moved from the standard rank to the realm of the expert.

(End of this chapter)