Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 314 - The Corpse Demon Lord
As the demonic sword severed the Mother of Souls' neck, shattering its inner spiritual core, a waltz reached its final beat. The final curtain call was the destructive melody of this powerful undead creature.

It is indeed a rather troublesome enemy.

But its true strength is only that much.

The formula for victory was already firmly in Wu Chen's hands, and since he was confident in facing Morokyi, who was entrenched in the deepest part of Labyrinthian, he naturally wouldn't waste too much time in this middle area.

The Mother of Ghosts is dead.

Its final struggle, its greatest resistance, before its death had little effect than slightly tugging at Wuchen's clothes—the magical plunder from the Staff of Magnus descended once more, but it held no meaning for Wuchen, who no longer relied on magic in battle. The Solar Furnace within his heart provided him with abundant strength and vitality, which was outside the Staff of Magnus's targeted area.

He killed it, and he moved on.

He gripped the demonic sword that Lilith had transformed into tightly in his palm, and the air, walls, rocks, and flat ground before him revealed flaws and gaps in his eyes. The path to success and victory was practically laid bare in his hands, propelling him ever deeper into the unknown.

Forward, forward!

One after another, ghouls appeared before his eyes.

Forward, forward!

Groups of undead swung their weapons in vain.

There are many types of ghouls, from weak, degraded ghouls to powerful ghoul tyrants.

There are many kinds of skeletons, from fragile, decaying skeleton soldiers to invincible skeleton champions.

They all appeared before him, one group after another. They could fire sharp arrows at several times the speed of sound, and could unleash ice storms, lightning, and even curses with the characteristics of dragon roars while wielding their weapons. But in the end, none of them could delay Wu Chen even for a moment.

His magical abilities had all been transformed into warrior abilities, and many warrior skills that had been forgotten in the past had been reawakened from the depths of his memory. Whether it was the Celestial Radiance, the Magic Swordsmanship, or the Blade of Rejection that provided arcane fusion properties—the deeper he went into the Labyrinthian, the more he grasped them in his hands once more.

Everything only needs a trigger.

Even those things he hadn't purchased or attached to himself, when he took actions connected to them and recalled the memories of using them, these gifts from the world—which should have remained in the other world and could only be regained when he heard the voice of the world again—quietly returned to his control.

He regained them.

He learned and mastered them from scratch.

Time flew by, and efficiency was remarkable. Even the most exceptional geniuses, as perceived by ordinary people, would find it difficult to possess such terrifying academic ability and comprehension. Yet, when these qualities manifested one by one within his body and in his palm, everything seemed natural and logical.

Because his magic was complete.

He is now capable of being anyone and accomplishing anything.

Even if he tries to avoid using magic in combat now, when he actively chooses to retract his magic and activate his melee power, isn't his unique magic, capable of creating all things, already in operation?

That's how it should be, that's how it should be.

He ventured into the deepest part of Rablinsian.

After navigating through countless traps and solving puzzles with a mix of mental effort and brute force, the final obstacle leading to the Labyrinthine Lecture Hall, the place where Morokyi resided, came into view.

He saw a pair of deep blue eyes.

The eyes of the ghoul.

He wielded a greatsword of ancient Nord gleaming with starlight and wore a dragonbone helmet with sharp horns. A powerful and terrifying aura surrounded him, and he had no doubt that the formidable foe before him possessed combat strength comparable to a lightly armed guardian of the Nazarick floors, or even Mil in human form. The Lich Lord—the pinnacle of the lich race—was undoubtedly among the top heroes of ancient Nord in his lifetime. Considering that the essence of a lich is the body of a hero rather than the soul, it is even possible that the guardian appearing here was, in reality, one of the three great heroes who fought against Alduin during the Dragon Wars.

It’s okay.

He still has the confidence to win.

Azure flames erupted from the eyes of the Necromancer on the throne. The next instant, his body vanished without a trace as he gripped the greatsword!

The power of Magnus suddenly descended.

The magic power that had been partially restored within the body was once again taken away.

However, Wu Chen's speed did not decrease, and his movements remained unchanged. His swung sword, just as he had hoped, traced a perfect trajectory leading to victory!
'boom--! ! ! ’

Swords clashed suddenly.

Even a necromancer lord like Mil, who could skip the process and directly touch the result, failed to sever Wu Chen's neck with his sword.

The flames exploded as a result, and a shockwave erupted.

The instant the blades clashed, even under the protection of the Staff of Magnus, and despite the fact that even a direct nuclear strike could not damage the foyer, most of its decorations and furnishings were instantly reduced to crumbling sand!

For the most part, the interaction of the blades still differs.

There were no surviving decorations behind Wu Chen, but the throne behind the Necromancer Lord still stood.

In terms of strength, there is indeed a lack.

However, the lack of specifications is only to a degree that can be discerned with the naked eye.

Martial arts, driving force.

The spiritual power had already been completed with the restoration of the soul, and it was not taken away by the Staff of Magnus.

Re-establish your stance and enhance the Jade Slash.

The stance of swords drawn was abruptly reversed. The anti-armor sword technique, specifically designed to target vital weaknesses, was swiftly unleashed, propelled by the 'Defeat' rune—the Corpse Demon Lord vanished again, but Wu Chen's senses had already calculated its reappearance area. All that was needed was to execute the martial technique once more!
They resumed their stance and repeated the same phrase over and over.

The enhanced jade slash, which should have missed its target after being unleashed, inexplicably returned to the exact moment before it was released. And then, with an awkward yet decisive motion, it slashed down towards the empty space behind Wu Chen!
'Snap!'

The blade struck the body.

The full set of ancient Nord armor draped over the Necromancer Lord shattered suddenly, his body bearing the brunt of the blow. His sudden sword strike, however, merely struck the air beside Wu Chen in vain.

The outcome has been decided.

If it's just a friendly competition, then the outcome is already decided at this point.

Because at this very moment, within the withered throat of this highest-ranking ghoul, a powerful voice had already gathered and converged.

'Fus-Ro-Dah!!'

(End of this chapter)