Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 305 - The Reaper's Scythe, and...

"I can feel it."

Wu Chen moved forward, heading towards the location of his lost item. He could clearly sense that his lost item was not far ahead, protected by a huge metal vault.

He could feel it—but his feelings went beyond that. He could also sense the curse, hatred, destruction, and despair that permeated every corner of this ruined land—he didn't know exactly what had destroyed Valyria. But it seemed the ultimate truth was nothing more than two things.

It was either the work of the gods, or the Valyrians themselves orchestrated a self-destruction. Or perhaps, both of these things happened simultaneously on this land.

It's all possible.

The differences are not significant.

The native inhabitants of this land may lack the experience and means to deal with this situation, or they may lack the power to reverse everything due to the decline of the demonic tide. However, for Wu Chen, everything is just right right now.

He can do it.

"And that is the compensation."

Moving forward, without stopping. He had fulfilled his duty as a passerby, and now he could do whatever he pleased. With a casual wave of his hand, several compound destruction balls blasted large craters in several heavily fortified areas in the distant region. The remaining large numbers of small fry and wounded elites could be left to Melusin and Lilith to deal with.

Subordinates are meant to do this kind of thing; it's only natural.

As he approached the gates of the sealed treasure vault, the massive metal walls crumbled and melted before his very eyes.

"The transformation of Dasstor's form."

The composite metal transformed into boiling molten lava, undergoing structural reconstruction before his eyes. The sturdy gate, along with the numerous traps and mechanisms behind it, transformed into a tall and majestic metal colossus. And in the direction this colossus faced, dozens of guards, their entire bodies clad in smoke-stained armor, took up their weapons.

Wu Chen glanced at them.

Some of them immediately sprang into action, covering their comrades who were setting up formation. However, before they could even swing their weapons, their scorched armor was completely reduced to molten lava by Wu Chen's transformation spell!

Too low magic resistance and too weak a soul—this is the end result.

Beneath the smoked armor, the bizarre body composed of countless limbs, carapaces, scales, and organ buds was clearly revealed to Wu Chen's observation.

Still lacking reason and intelligence, yet still possessing the instinct to wield weapons. This thing does resemble the undead in the Souls universe.

They are essentially similar.

But not important.

What Wu Chen was certain of was that, like the beasts outside, they were beyond repair and healing. Their souls, like their bodies, were shattered beyond repair, neither possible nor necessary.

So... get rid of it.

The effects of the transformation spell expanded once more, the melting phenomenon not only existing within their armor but also manifesting on their inner shells. In a mere instant, all was over. The guardians of the vault were utterly unworthy to contend with this undeniably high-level magic; all the remnants of their souls were gathered and stored. The molten shells, meanwhile, underwent a process of aggregation and structural reconstruction.

The metallic colossus acquired a greatsword and strode forward towards the front of the treasure vault—deeper within lay even more powerful guards. Their life force was slightly above the instant-kill threshold of a transformation.

That was another guardian dragon, different from the ones outside, with a massive body and no wings. It looked somewhat like the earth dragon from the neighboring world of the Ring of Light—but considering that the outer deities of the night had already appeared here, it's possible that the borderlands really were right next to this land.

It wielded a massive scaled sword, spewing forth scorching magma. However, this tactic, so effective against fragile units, proved useless against the metal colossus. With a deafening roar and a violent collision, jagged cracks and searing blood erupted from the guardian earth dragon's body.

The battle continues. The outcome is already decided.

Wu Chen ignored the clash between the colossus and the earth dragon, and continued forward, heading deeper into the area.

He didn't stop; walls and rock formations crumbled and melted before him. The protective measures meant to deter all types of intruders were largely ineffective against him. Because the swiftest straight line could evade most intricate designs.

And soon, the final target appeared before him, right before his eyes. Among countless gold, jewels, ancient books, and magically imbued weapons, a dark scythe stood quietly atop the mountain of gold, unmoving and unshaken.

The Reaper's Scythe.

The power and symbol of death.

The last of the important items Wu Chen acquired, and also the one with the strongest stats on paper.

Now, drawn by the psychic beam, it flew out of the treasure, light and graceful, and returned to Wu Chen's outstretched palm without any surprise.

A loud 'bang'.

The colossal metal statue lay fallen to the ground. Its head and core had been severed by the massive earth dragon with its burning scales. The ultimate victor roared in triumph and opened its maw wide in the direction of Wu Chen!
Lava breath.

A massive, scorching jet of magma crashed into the direction where Wu Chen was, as the dragon spewed its breath.

“Something unexpected.” Wu Chen casually swung his scythe.

"Based on the data on paper, the Colossus's strength far exceeds your parameters."

The eruption of lava froze in mid-air; the very concept of 'ejection' had been partially severed, killed. In an instant, it cooled and solidified, turning into falling fragments of rock. And along with it, the earth dragon's shell, which had maintained its erupting posture, was also cleaved apart.

The dragon's body turned into a stone body. The stone body broke and fell.

Wu Chen ignored all the treasures except for the Reaper's Scythe. He simply stepped forward, and as he did so, the scythe slashed down once more.

The concept of "locality" that was eliminated this time was distance.

His step brought him directly to the open space outside the vault—Lilith and Melusin were fighting a bloody battle amidst the seemingly endless horde of beasts, and for the time being, no blood of their own was on the ground.

That's fine.

Wu Chen felt the power surging and gathering within his body.

The realm of high-level beings is already within reach. And if he had retrieved the dragon priest mask instead of the scythe this time, he might already have reached that level.

But...it's not a big problem.

"If something can be done in theory, you should always try it in practice."

The shape-changing spell was activated once again.

The next moment, he transformed into a colossal shadow draped in black robes, and swung his massive scythe down across the entire land!

grim Reaper!

(End of this chapter)