Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 302: The King Does Not Meet the King
Senior high-ranking wizard.

High-ranking mid-level wizard.

The moment he took that step, Wu Chen didn't feel much different from before.

It just has a slightly larger magic power reserve.

It's just that the magic power is a bit stronger.

It's just that the operational precision is a bit higher.

The thoughts and ideas in my mind flowed more smoothly when they were combined.

Many things come together to create a qualitative change. It's not as dramatic as the leap from the middle to the high level. But upon closer examination, it becomes clear that everything is equally significant.

The most crucial point is that—

"...It really is that simple."

He stretched out his hand, made a gesture out of thin air, and inhaled. From the atmosphere where the demonic tide was reviving, he extracted a drop of tangible, pale blue magic crystal.

It is equivalent to the magic crystals in the normal magic pool of a beginner-level standard wizard, or a mid-level wizard.

In other words, he could easily mass-produce mid-tier line-filling wizards by spending some time studying potions. Even if he didn't have as much time as America to peruse potion books, or as much leisure as Tamriel to gather alchemical materials, he could simply feed these magic crystals like candy to healthy peasant soldiers, and after enduring some personnel conversion losses, mass-produce low-tier wizard soldiers.

He is better than an apprentice.

With minimal training, they could acquire the ability to use basic spells such as Fireball, Ice Spike, and Wrath. And now, he finally understood why Hera had been so efficient at preparing potions for him in the past.

It was actually that easy.

It really is that easy...

Wu Chen shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts swirling around him. He simply reached out and tapped on the composite crown, which exuded an eerie and magnificent aura. The next moment, the crown, adorned with dragon and insect patterns, transformed into an ordinary, pale silver headband.

He couldn't do this in the past—because he was neither able to perceive the internal structure of magical artifacts with precision, nor could he adjust them. However, when his depth of perception and operational precision both crossed thresholds with the advancement of his rank, he gained the ability to correct them.

Life and death are but playthings in the palm of our hands.

Their shapes and appearances are merely similar malleable objects.

The simple, pale silver headband is just right for a traveler. But when he needs to become a god, a king, he can then alter its appearance.

well.

He put on the ornament.

There are still two important lost items that need to be retrieved. And once one of the three items is obtained, and one's own ability level reaches a certain unfathomable threshold, the locations of the remaining two items will vaguely appear in one's mind.

It's in the south, very, very south. It's already separated from Westeros, so it can only be in Valyria.

The other is in the east, somewhere on the distant continent of Essos. It could be Braavos, the most prosperous trading city, or it could be the centaur capital, a steppe city called Visdorask.

It will only be these few places. Because they all hold significant importance for this land. And neither Essos nor Valyria are currently welcoming to outsiders. There will be battles there.

The battles there would clearly not be as easily dealt with as in the remote land of Westeros. And if he were to follow his past way of thinking, his choice would likely be to first eliminate the Night in Westeros, and then conquer the other continents until the entire world was unified.

but now--

Wu Chen pursed his lips and looked at his two companions. Melusin and Jeanne, who wasn't there, had already adapted to their bodies. But Lilith was still in her rapid growth phase after birth. Although if he spoke, she would at most make a few casual, arrogant remarks in a manner close to her original character, and then she would work hard in the following days so as not to hold him back.

"...They were lucky, I suppose." Wu Chen smirked. Suddenly, he reached out and ruffled Lilith's long, smooth hair, and as she protested with her little fists, he announced his decision. "Get ready, we have a lot to do next."

........................

King's Landing welcomed its king once more. And this resurrected stag king possessed authority far exceeding that of his most powerful reign. This was because he had returned to his former strength and vigor through the power of the divine incarnation. And because the entire Church of the Seven had reached its zenith under his rule and was fully supporting him.

Thus, absolute unity was achieved between royal power and religious authority.

Because true divine authority had descended and completely superseded both. And coincidentally, this resurrected king was a true warrior king.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time. What I hate most is dealing with all those applications, reports, contracts, and documents... Gods above, I am a warrior. I was born to be on the battlefield!"

The King of the Bucks has laughed heartily in public more than once, brandishing his now-mastered antler-shaped warhammer and his accompanying weapons. All traces of his past incompetence, wastefulness, extravagance, and laziness have vanished. For the divine incarnation has revealed to him a grand battlefield to come.

"Prepare for battle, warriors! A great war is about to begin, a war of ice and fire, of light and darkness, of life and death. The fate of all Westeros, the entire world, rests on the shoulders of this war. And all the warriors who participate in this war will receive immense glory!"

He spoke loudly, once and then again. And each of his sermons was met with a growing number of roars from his followers.

"Glory!" they shouted.

"For the Seven Gods! For the Divine Incarnation!" their king responded to their words.

An army was thus assembled, growing stronger each day. The two heirs to the thrones of Dragonstone and Stormlands, having witnessed the resurrection of the Stag King, led their trusted guards to King's Landing. Their elder brother accepted them without reservation, and both forgot their previous act of usurping the throne.

This was the right decision, sparing the Baratheon family from a fierce struggle and bloodshed. The conflict among the kings thus came to a swift end. Only the Lannister family paid the price. For when the Stag King and his brothers had wiped out all the Lannisters within the kingdom, the entire Westerlands had already fallen to the Wolf Fang cavalry of the King in the North.

A family that had been passed down for thousands of years was wiped out.

Aside from a very few innocent individuals who, under Tyrion Lannister's protection after surrendering the city, were given the opportunity to don the black robes and join the King in the North's army, all the prominent Lannisters met a grim fate. And when this tumultuous family, along with many ambitious figures in King's Landing, were buried, the war on the land of Westeros temporarily ceased.

Highgarden submitted to the wolf riders' might, and the King in the North did not continue his march south towards Oldtown. The Dornish territories sent a plea for help to the Royal Capital, and a large army quickly marched towards their location.

That was the army of the Seven Gods, the armed forces of the once-abolished Church of the Sons of Warriors. The great divine incarnation descended with drops of grace, and all the chosen Sons of Warriors became exceptionally powerful as a result.

They are under the leadership of the Holy Maiden.

Together with the Holy Maiden, they traveled south to Westeros, where Dorne was located. They would settle the problems there and hold their ground in that land. And as the Church's banners flew south, the royal army marched north.

But the king does not meet the king.

(End of this chapter)