Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 303 The Uninvited Guest, Valyria
Yes, kings do not meet.

Because the divine incarnation that descended to earth never mentioned the Old Gods of the North, and the King of the North, who was said to be able to receive the will of the Old Gods, never said that the Seven Gods needed to be opposed. And for this reason, once the gods reached a tacit understanding, their followers would not act on their own.

The Bucks' army pretended not to see the Wolf army.

The land of the wolves is open to the marching stags.

Two equally large and elite armies, growing stronger every day, crossed the wide Jingze River almost simultaneously, and then continued northward.

They treated each other as if they didn't exist.

The King of the North merely glanced at the King of the Stag from afar—their gazes met across the vast distance. In that instant, they both recognized each other's abilities, knowing that this king, also blessed by the gods, possessed power no less than their own.

There is no need for confrontation. The king does not need to see another king.

Furthermore, the Great Wall blockade zone, which required a large number of troops to be stationed there, was wide enough to accommodate two large armies.

They soon arrived at the Great Wall.

They quickly set up camp.

The moment everyone witnessed that massive ice wall, a clear premonition arose in their minds—everyone could feel that this seemingly solid and heavy pure white wall was burning fiercely. And before long, the burning fuel would be completely consumed.

That will be the moment the flames go out.

The wall will collapse at that moment.

And the trials that belong to the people of Westeros will naturally come at that moment. The responsibility to protect their homeland will naturally fall upon its owners.

They were ready—the King of the Stags held feast after feast of warriors, the fine wines at which gave these already strong warriors even more power. Meanwhile, the King of the Northern Wolves constantly patrolled the mountains and valleys surrounding their territory, and the tamed, demonized beasts followed under their banners.

The size of the army is expanding every day.

Before being entrusted with the responsibility of defending the land, the last thing the divine incarnation did was to spread the light of blessing to every corner covered by the front-line positions.

The earth shines because of this.

All the soldiers standing on the radiant land felt a powerful and inexhaustible force surging within their bodies.

So they were ready.

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Wu Chen did not go to the Northern Territory—in the northern part of the territory, he descended with divine grace in the form of a divine incarnation, turning the entire frontline into a sacred domain. It was actually Hera.

She was destined to do this because her ideal was to prevent powerful supernatural entities from interfering with ordinary civilizations—she was destined to stand guard in the North and give the Westeros a helping hand when they could no longer hold out. Even now, with all that Wuchen has already done, it is the same.

“That’s just the kind of person she is.” Wu Chen naturally wouldn’t stay in King’s Landing, but instead headed south with Joan of Arc. The Sons of Warriors in public concealed the radiance of the Divine Incarnation. And soon, on the southern border of Dorne, he saw the luminous ocean appearing at the edge of his vision.

Valyria was in that direction. And he felt that the ruins were undoubtedly a suitable marching target—he himself didn't know if he would clash with them, nor did he know how powerful the guardians of Valyria really were. But he figured that since the continent of Essos was currently engulfed in the flames of war, the guards on Valyria would certainly be fewer than usual.

The timing is perfect.

While the church's armed forces were busy quelling the chaos in Dorne, he crossed the sea—not rushing straight ahead but taking a large detour to the side and rear. And his mode of transportation, of course, was to transform into a dragon.

He became Miracis, but slightly altered his appearance. He adopted a form more akin to Milmoniel, with golden-red scales, though his eyes no longer resembled burning molten iron.

Melusin felt quite pleased with this—she too transformed into a white dragon, flying up and down around Wuchen's body, emitting joyful cries. Lilith, who couldn't transform into a dragon, was clearly a little unhappy, but after she jumped off Melusin's back, successfully landed on Wuchen's back, and naturally hugged the dragon's neck, she stopped talking.

Time flowed by pleasantly. The wind high above brushed against Wu Chen's wings, and the boundless sea of ​​clouds made him feel expansive. And looking up from the cruising altitude of this commercial airliner towards the horizon, the dim but enormous sun appeared exceptionally clear in his observation.

That wasn't the real sun.

He thought. His senses told him the truth.

He realized that the sun was merely an aggregation of concepts, an illusory shadow. Its essence was a reflection of a supernatural object projected onto this world. And the corresponding night was probably the same.

—Indeed, this world is not a planetary structure. Rather, it is a flat, dimensional bubble. The true forms of the external deities cannot directly manifest within the amniotic sac of this world; they can only exert their influence.

—Just like a demon god.

He could sense the true levels of power of the external deities. He knew that their physical forms were indeed powerful. But their immense size did not mean they could exert their full power—they had to seize an opportunity and rely on a medium to project a certain degree of interference into this world of ice and fire.

The demon gods didn't seem so terrifying anymore. He knew that if he could expel the external gods from this land, then he could probably fight the demon gods back in Mondas, as long as he didn't foolishly jump into their annihilation territory. Then, they would be able to interfere with Wuchen less than expected.

This is good.

But the most urgent task is to reclaim our own treasure.

He followed his senses and continued forward above the clouds until that subtle perception became clearly visible directly beneath the dragon's body.

Then, the dragon reached out with its claws.

As he lowered his altitude slightly, his gaze descended from the sea of ​​clouds—revealing the entirety of the Valyrian ruins. He noticed that the pure white sea of ​​clouds had silently turned blood red. And within those shattered ruins, forty enormous volcanoes were still burning.

--I saw.

He felt it.

He anchored his position; his second important lost item lay beneath a still-burning volcano. He could clearly see a vast, functioning city surrounding the volcano, inhabited by many strange, monstrous inhabitants bustling about in a city with a broken, twisted beauty.

A colossal beast, resembling a dragon yet not quite, submerged in volcanic lava, stared intently at the corner of the cloud where he had revealed himself!
Then, a roar.

(End of this chapter)