Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 311 The End of the Dragon King

It's there.

It seemed to be a living thing, breathing in and out the surrounding atmosphere and spirit.

A mere glance reveals countless Doraskians kneeling in unison outside the labyrinthine city, bowing their heads in submission. Among them are many strong warriors, brimming with vitality, worthy of being called heroes in this era. Yet now, they are lifeless, their kneeling corpses the only remnants of their former lives.

They died here.

They, along with their horses, their herds, their slaves, and their captives, all died here.

The corpses kneeling outside the city circled around and around, their exact number impossible to measure. A dark mass stretched from the city's foot all the way to the horizon.

How many Dorask people died here?
Just how many lives, how many souls, how many wishes and curses have been devoured and recycled by this labyrinthine city and its master? That number must be enormous, perhaps even millions, or tens of millions.

Perhaps all the centaurs of the entire Dorask Sea are already here.

Even Khal Drogo, who married Daenerys Targaryen, the heroine of Destiny, along with Princess Daenerys herself, may have already become a skeleton before this labyrinthine city.

It's all possible.

He no longer expected that there was even a single living person left on the continent of Essos.

The city, seemingly breathing itself, seemed to stir the moment he arrived. Many ancient Nord clocks chimed without wind. And the massive main gate slowly opened its doors.

That door shouldn't have opened so easily—the chief mage of Eastburg Academy had taken and sealed its lock. Yet now it opened automatically before the visitor even arrived, like a ravenous beast opening its jaws.

—This isn't the rabbi Lincian I know. There's an error in the timeline.

Just like Mirasis, who died hundreds of years ago, the things projected may not necessarily be in the present timeline.

He took a deep breath, not rushing to take a step forward. He raised his hand, and immense magical power gathered in his palm, forming an enormous, jet-black Destruction Sphere above his head!

This was a spell that required casting, its power enough to wipe out a small city in an instant. After gathering enough magical energy, he hurled it downwards, and the moment it touched Labyrinthian, it exploded into a spectacular burst of light and fire!

'boom--! ’

The light was dazzling.

The fire burst forth and surged.

However, despite its impressive scale, the destructive power was far less than expected—no, not just much less. It had absolutely no effect!
The fire died down, the light faded. The architectural layout of Rabbi Lincien remained unchanged.

"...The energy was absorbed."

The guess was confirmed.

The Staff of Magnus is indeed here, in Morroc's hands. And it still knows how to use it.

A hissing sound and a flash of light, accompanied by electrical current.

Wu Chen suddenly raised a finger, and the dimensional teleportation spell activated. He and his subordinates retreated several kilometers in an instant. The moment they left, a massive bolt of lightning exploded in the area where they had been standing!

'Clatter—' It crawls through the sky.

It tears apart and destroys everything in its surrounding physical structure.

A strong ozone atmosphere permeated the air.

This is accompanied by water mist that is constantly generated and then evaporates in the air.

Without a doubt, the Staff of Magnus absorbed all the magical strikes aimed directly at Labyrinthian and released them. Now, it's time to try something else.

The thunder dispersed.

In Wu Chen's palm, a huge metal sphere once again materialized—a large amount of uranium and plutonium were generated and interlocked within the sphere. After all, the principle of a nuclear bomb is not difficult to imitate.

Then— 'BOOM—!!!'

A brighter light, a more intense fire.

A small sun was then formed, accompanied by a pillar of clouds that rose into the sky. However, even so, in the next moment, the burst of wind revealed the still unharmed Rabbi Linsian once again.

"It can absorb non-magical effects too... That's outrageous!"

This time, he didn't leave. Instead, he raised his hand towards the origin of the explosion. The next moment, the flowing silvery-white light transformed into a perfect sphere enveloping him and his group. The impact from the outside world caused this ideal sphere to shake violently.

It can block, and the output and response are equal.

For high-level wizards, a low-yield nuclear explosion is indeed not something difficult to deal with.

He removed the protective cover from the ball.

He saw that Rabbi Linsian was still standing well in the distance.

The door remained wide open, as if inviting, yet also mocking.

It seems the only way to break through is from within.

However, the probing and misleading tactics should have had some effect.

Wu Chen took a light breath and descended—Melushin and Lilith instinctively tried to clear a path for him, but he refused and stood behind them.

He entered Rabbi Linsian.

The layout before him was not much different from his past memories of playing there.

It was still a safe foyer, a spacious place to stand. And at the end of this foyer was a portal that connected to a huge square.

He vaguely remembered that in that square lay the only undead dragon in the entire Elder Scrolls V scenario, sealed away in an underground tomb—hence the Institute storyline's highest difficulty rating. This was because the final bosses of the other Guild storylines were generally no match for this undead dragon, which served merely as a gatekeeper.

However, the guards appearing in the hall were slightly different from what Wu Chen had predicted.

The bone dragon was replaced.

Instead, there was a long, dark, brownish-yellow dragon, seemingly from the yellow sand, its entire body etched with evil and ferocity. It was bound by illusory chains within this massive underground palace, unable to escape, and its entire body surged with demonic energy.

Wu Chen had never seen the concept art for the Atas Dragon King.

But he was certain that what was bound in this enormous underground palace was indeed a powerful Atas dragon.

Without a doubt, that was the end of a king—the powerful dragon king who had honed his claws in the ruins of Valyria for centuries and successfully completed his great work, his revenge. At the pinnacle of glory, he was struck down and captured by this otherworldly power.

Wu Chen took a deep breath.

He raised his scythe and stepped into the vast underground stone hall—the bound Atas dragon let out a low, painful roar, and opened its crimson dragon eyes in his direction.

"Before coming here, I restored Valyria. I turned it back into a habitable and fertile land."

Wu Chen looked at it and said, "If you can make way, I would be happy to avoid this unnecessary battle."

The dragon looked at him, its eyes filled only with emptiness twisted by pain.

Then——

A roar.

“Okay.” Wu Chen nodded.

(End of this chapter)