Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 312 Liberation
The battle erupted in that instant.

When the demonic dragon roared, Wu Chen naturally only made one move.

Force field wall, unfold.

His hand raised a semi-transparent barrier spell. The next moment, the blazing dragon breath from the Atas dragon violently spewed towards Wu Chen's face!

Fiery, intense. The dragon's breath was mixed with hatred and curses from Valyria.

And all those bursts of radiant light naturally stopped before the force field wall erected in Wu Chen's palm.

Few dragon breaths can penetrate the force field wall's protection. The Atas Demon Dragon that appeared before Wu Chen released a dragon breath of roughly the same intensity as the legendary dragons he had ever seen.

It spewed out light, not fire. But that was all it could do. When Wuchen blocked its first attack, his companions let out spirited shouts of battle. And the most powerful Tiamat had already thrown herself into the fight.

'Aaaa——!' That was a sharp scream.

The song-like melody contained an energy release comparable to a small nuclear explosion—its intensity was almost equivalent to the dragon breath released by the Atas dragon. And it struck its target the instant it was released.

'Boom—' A blinding white light tore through flesh and blood.

The powerful dragon known as the Atas Demon Dragon had a gaping hole pierced through its upper body. Wounded, it let out a painful scream. Its dragon breath was abruptly cut short, and a flicker of intelligence appeared in its previously empty eyes, dulled by the torment of enslavement.

For a spellcaster, losing their mind indeed signifies a massive oversight. In the instant the attack and defense shifted, Tiamat's form rapidly expanded and swelled. Her colossal goddess form, hundreds of meters tall, almost touched the solid dome of the underground palace's stone hall. And her sharpened hands firmly pinned the wounded dragon to its spot.

It is therefore under control.

It then suddenly raised its head.

Melusin swiftly approached it and delivered a powerful uppercut, knocking its head off balance. Meanwhile, Meltlilith, with her sharp legs raised high, had already reached the back of the dragon's neck!
The demonic sword fell.

The girl's slender, long feet possessed a terrifying strength capable of easily tearing through steel and rock.

A huge gash burst open from the dragon's neck, and immediately expanded into a gruesome wound that almost tore its entire head apart on the spot!
"Roar—" The dragon roared furiously. A force attempting to turn the tide of battle was about to burst forth from its body.

It was a step too late.

Wu Chen's hand had already touched its head.

The next moment, the silver molten lava disintegrated and reshaped his outstretched arm. The strong, slender arm transformed into a pure silver vortex drill, which immediately chiseled into the dragon's skull.

Blood and bones shattered.

The unknown magic wielded by the dragon is still in operation.

However, Wu Chen's arm, which had transformed into a giant spiral drill, had already withdrawn from the dragon's head. And between his five fingers, which had returned to their original shape, he tightly gripped a gleaming obsidian pearl!

The unknown magic abruptly ended.

This was a crucial secret, not recorded in the incomplete manual of the Dragon Transformation Technique, known only to powerful sorcerers who had completed the final step of the Dragon Transformation—the mighty Atas Dragon could only unleash its full power as a high-ranking spellcaster by relying on the obsidian magic bead embedded within its body. However, Wu Chen, a prophet, had already seen through it!
*Pfft—* Blood gushed from the wound on his head and from the gaps between every scale on his body. The injury was one reason, but the backlash from the forcibly interrupted magic played a significant role.

It fell to the ground. But this was not the end.

The will emanating from the depths of Labyrinthian was rigid and devoid of joy or anger. Yet, it carried out predetermined procedures and methods against the dying dragon.

Glory descends.

The intense light possessed a powerful repulsive force, instantly repelling all external interference applied to the dragon. Whether it was Wu Chen's five fingers still clutching the obsidian orb, or Tiamat's massive claws pressing tightly against the dragon's body, they were all forced back by this powerful repulsive wave.

Dragon priests are always able to control weaker dragons. They thus subjugate and bind the Valyrian Dragon King, aiming to extract life force and power from the dragon. And since they can take, they can also return; this is essentially a fundamental skill for dragon priests.

As the lord of Rablinsian, the dragon priest Morokyi would naturally need a dragon to guard the gate.

as expected.

Wu Chen was prepared for the second phase of the battle, ready to face an even more powerful, or rather, a fully recovered Atas Dragon King. Just as magical energy was gathering in his palm, attempting to interrupt the transitional phase's brilliance...

"Do not."

The glory has ceased.

The words of rejection came from the broken dragon head, which had already mostly healed in the descending light. And this external protection was shattered by this resistance originating from within.

Wu Chen pressed his hand down without hesitation.

He held a highly focused compound destruction ball in his hand, and this time, it struck the Dragon King in the chest.

“Valiria, the Dragon King who has not become a slave.” He heard the Dragon King’s voice and sensed the disintegration of the Dragon King’s body. The king’s will was clearly presented in his perception, and it was the pride and arrogance of not wanting to be driven by dragon priests.

The glory will never descend again.

The Dragon King's voice gradually weakened.

"Stranger." The Dragon King had heard his words before the war. "In that newly formed Valyria, is there still a family called Beleris?"

“They will exist.” Wu Chen nodded. “I have recreated those dragon families that once existed. As long as their records remain in the memories of that land.”

"...Very well." The Dragon King let out a satisfied sigh. The dragon power that had been dissipating in all directions due to his resistance was now converging into Wu Chen's palm. "With my legacy, defeat your enemies, stranger."

The next moment, the Dragon King's enormous body gradually lost its life force. It petrified, then shattered, turning into disintegrating dust.

he died.

Valyria has lost its last dragon king.

The next moment, the dragon priest's punishment from the depths of Labyrinthian crashed down in the vast stone hall.

(End of this chapter)