Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 313 Dragon Roar, Disarming

Wu Chen experienced that power. It originated from the pinnacle of demonic artifacts, the Staff of Magnus.

It was like a sudden gust of wind that swept past without warning, yet it was everywhere. And the instant that gust of wind left his body, all the magic power he had accumulated was instantly depleted.

It is irresistible and unstoppable.

He could sense that the worm-like, venomous crown above his head did indeed possess a certain degree of resistance, but he didn't immediately drop to reveal it. He knew he had a duty to experience this pain.

"Hmm..." "Aaaa..."

Melosin and Tiamat were also affected. As units primarily powered by magic, they were unable to withstand the interference of this powerful magical artifact. In just an instant, over seventy percent of their combat power was lost, and they would be unable to recover to their full strength for a short time.

This was absolute dominance—only the young god's soul from Mondas was slightly less affected by this demonic artifact. In just one breath, the magic power that Wu Chen had lost was replenished to a certain extent. And he immediately realized that the miniature sun he had buried in his heart was not significantly affected by this demonic artifact staff.

"It can absorb internal magic power and released free energy unconditionally. But it is not very effective against internal non-magical energy sources that are protected by the body."

Wu Chen flexed his hands.

The solar reactor pulsated, filling his body with intense energy. This energy was a warrior's power, meant only to strengthen the physical body and manifest as sword energy when wielding weapons, rather than the more versatile and versatile spellcasting magic. At this moment alone, his warrior nature was amplified dramatically.

Yeah.

The situation is much better than the worst we had anticipated.

Lacking intelligence, Moloch only issued one punishment before falling silent. In a different location, however, Wu Chen would undoubtedly unleash a barrage of mana drains on the abnormal area without hesitation.

—Perhaps it's impossible.

Wu Chen speculated.

The dragon's soul, which had been handed to Wu Chen, remained unharmed in his palm. It was then peeled away and transformed under his will.

He absorbed one side of the dragon's soul through dragon sacrifice. The remaining side, representing reason and humanity, the mortal side, emitted a faint glow in his palm.

"Tiamat." He entrusted the radiance to the somewhat dejected Earth Mother. Having just displayed her divine power, she hadn't expected that he would be so quickly rendered useless. "I have a task for you."

'Aaaaaa?' She had recreated the physique of an adult woman and made a gesture that said 'I am strong.'

“Take this soul back to Valyria, reshape it, and contribute to the Beleris family—this is the reward I owe for receiving this dragon soul. Do it for me as soon as possible.”

"Aaaa!" Tiamat cried out with delight at finally being put to good use. Wu Chen's gaze then fell upon Melusin. "I need you to go to the Wall. I have a feeling that the wall will soon crumble. Go, and keep an eye on the battle there. If any other dragons appear, delay them as much as possible, and don't let them head towards Essos."

Among the kings of the night, there should be two dragons, and Wu Chen has already seen one of them. It is a thirsty dragon that gnaws at everything, and it has already suffered a serious injury.

“Leave it to me, my lord.” She nodded heavily, and a teleportation glow appeared on Wu Chen’s palm.

They left.

Only Lilith remained by his side.

He lowered his head, his gaze sharpening. The dragon soul fragment entrusted to Wu Chen seemed to have heard his instructions and gratitude. And the next moment, the Atas dragon soul, which was still somewhat difficult to digest, smoothly and efficiently merged into his body.

Runes of power flowed in Wu Chen's eyes.

That knowledge and power originated from Milmoniel. And without transforming into a dragon, he needed to consume the dragon soul to permanently inscribe these power runes onto his soul.

So……

—Zun-Haal-Viik (Weapon-Hand-Defeat) Dragon Shout, Armor Disarm, already learned.

The moment he learned the dragon roar, the three different power runes took effect on him.

Weapons became easier to wield, and his hands became more stable and dexterous. And when his gaze fell upon any living or dead creature beside him, a feeling quietly surfaced in his mind: a path leading him to victory.

The weaknesses of things are thus revealed to his perception. No calculation, no observation is needed. He can easily pinpoint the structural flaws of a target simply by feeling. Combat will therefore become much easier, because the difficulty of capturing fighter jets has decreased with the activation of this rune.

—The dragon of Mondas is indeed powerful.

Wu Chen sighed silently. His chances of winning immediately increased. The reason he dared to risk coming here was because he knew that the Dragon Shout could harm Morok. He had only needed to create an opportunity to restore his dragon form and then use the Disarming Dragon Shout to knock the Staff of Magnus from the hands of this powerful dragon priest.

Now, he no longer needs to find a way to create that opportunity. Because even in human form, he has already mastered the method of using the Disarming Dragon Shout.

well.

In his mind, the general terrain of Rabbi Linsian afterward, as well as the protective forces, flickered in his memory.

And if his memory is good...

........................

A few minutes later.

"Mother of the Ghosts".

Wu Chen stopped.

He looked ahead, towards the cluster of tombstones, where faint lights lingered—signs of the presence of a high-ranking ghost, the Mother of Ghosts. While it was vulnerable to magic, it held a significant advantage against the physical attacks of warriors.

The Staff of Magnus will surely be activated at this time.

This is the ultimate weapon that puts those with insufficient resources in a dilemma.

Either find a way to retain the wizard's combat abilities after the magic is drained, or grow to a sufficiently high level of skill in the warrior's domain.

That's just right.

Wu Chen sensed his own body and felt that he was in excellent condition.

But before that—

His gaze shifted to Meltlilith, who had remained quietly by his side, untouched by any forced regression to her original form. Unlike Melsin, a dragon, and Tiamat, the earth goddess, she was forged from the Iron Throne and possessed the true nature of a demonic sword.

Right now, the Reaper's Scythe is temporarily unusable.

So--

"Lilith." He extended an inviting hand towards his demonic sword. "Now, dance with me."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The girl's snow-white neck was proudly raised like a swan.

"It's my pleasure." She placed her slender hand in Wu Chen's hand.

(End of this chapter)