Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 310: An Unfulfilled Destiny

The phenomenon of interdimensional projection has a fundamental rule: projection is mutual and reciprocal. When a projection of one world appears in another world, objects from the projected world will inevitably also appear in the projected world.

Therefore, when Miracis appeared in Windhelm, and the White Walkers followed, a corresponding projection would inevitably appear in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, which serves as the source of this projection.

Wu Chen initially thought the projection would land north of the Great Wall of Despair—which caused the external deity 'Night' to revive.

He then felt that the projection should also land in Old Town and the City of Knowledge. And this could become the reason for Hera Morley's 'some actions'.

However, he has now gained something new.

"...It was actually Labyrinthian."

He recalled a conjecture Hera had told him before—that the initial projection would become a door after it descended, and that before this door was closed, every so often, more projections from another world would descend upon the earth.

In Mondas, this period of time was estimated by Hera to be 'seven days'.

In the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, he has lived and traveled for more than three seven-day periods.

The intervals may not be the same.

But the projections must have appeared in more than one place.

And now, he was witnessing, rather than deducing or speculating, the first real projection that had been placed there.

That place he sensed.

That centaur capital was called Visdoras.

That lost city, that ancient secret place of great importance even in Skyrim. The central city of the ancient Cult of Dragons, the cemetery of the Cult of Dragons known as Labyrinthian.

It appeared here.

And he knew what was there.

That was Hera Morley's destined land. There slumbered the powerful dragon priest Moloch, and the Staff of Magnus, which was among the highest, even the pinnacle, of all Daedric artifacts.

The Staff of Magnus is the bane of all spellcasters—it can unconditionally drain the magic power from spellcasters within a certain area and cause damage of equal magnitude. Theoretically speaking, unless protected by another magical artifact specializing in defense, any spellcaster, regardless of rank, is doomed to certain death when encountering Morroc wielding the Staff of Magnus.

—I have such a magical artifact.

—Perhaps it can be considered as such.

He touched the azure silver headband on his head. The corrosive crown, which combined the helmet of the insect king Mannemark's worm, did indeed possess power comparable to a regular demon artifact. However, even though Mannemark could be classified as a demon god, the treasure that ended up in his hands was ultimately just a patchwork product, rather than a more suitable necromancer's amulet.

This might work.

After all, the Morokie that appeared in Labyrinthian was a projection without intelligence. It would not adopt any unique tactics, nor would it make any fancy moves in the use of the treasures. It would only maintain a stable output power to fight to the end, and at least on a strategic level, it would lack flexibility.

It will be weaker than its original form in Skyrim—but not by much. And to deal with such an adversary…

—Perhaps it can withstand one attack. Two attacks at most.

Wu Chen realized that his chances of winning were quite slim. Facing the dragon priest Moloch, he clearly only had one chance to transform into a dragon, and his subordinates couldn't transform into dragons either. But this slim chance wasn't entirely hopeless.

He glanced at his creation.

Tiamat stood by his side the whole time, her voice filled with worry as she murmured "Aaaaa".

She wasn't a dragon; she possessed considerable strength, even surpassing his own on paper. With her, he had at least a basic grasp of the situation. And—

Wu Chen pressed his hand to his chest.

The remnant of the sun that he devoured and assimilated transformed into a small sphere resembling a fusion reactor in his heart.

A vast amount of energy surges within the sphere. And it can be driven not as magic.

My heart pounded violently.

He recalled some things, and found some new feelings. The profession and skills known as 'Tianyao' flowed through his body. The strong physique he had personally modified propelled him forward on the path of a warrior.

His perception suddenly deepened, and the secrets of the world before him were exposed on a larger scale. His gaze once again turned to the distant East, and a silver-gray mask became clearly visible in his eyes.

It's there.

His third important lost item, his first... no, his second treasure. The dragon priest mask that had propelled him through life was there. And he had to go there and retrieve this final lost item.

“I originally thought that I would explore Labyrinthian with my senior sister… She would be the main force leading the way, and I would be responsible for assisting her and doing the work for her. In the end, she would win, and I would share her glory and lay an important foundation for fulfilling my own destiny.”

This is the way of the apprentice: an ungraduated apprentice without ambition or a desire for dominance, simply seeking the most successful method to fulfill their destiny, can indeed, or rather, should, do this. After all, in the academic world, clinging to the coattails of mentors and seniors is simply a well-established practice.

But now, everything has changed.

He could still sense Hera Morley's presence. But he would no longer contact her. And she, too, would not come to Essos to fulfill her legendary destiny, for she clearly had more important matters to attend to.

She won't be an asset to him.

He won't be her helper.

He will embark on a mission that was originally meant for her, starting from a lower point and with less preparation. And he will complete this task, which she was destined to accomplish, all by himself.

……very good.

Wu Chen gently closed his hands, which were resting on his chest.

He felt power and fighting spirit coursing through his veins—he would surpass her, succeeding before she did. And even disregarding that, he was destined to reclaim what he had lost.

it's time.

'Aaaaaa—' "Leave it to me, I'm sure I can win." "Hmph, what are you still hesitating about?"

His creations, his subordinates, his companions—each more spirited than the last.

So--

"Advanced teleportation".

He had already seen the Lost City, and he had located the projection's position.

The next moment, he and his creations moved through the changing space and time, and the magnificent architectural structure appeared in his field of vision!
That is...

Rablinsian.

(End of this chapter)