Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 315 - I'm still one step ahead.

Unyielding effort.

The highest-ranking Corpse Lords should naturally use the Dragon Roar, which represents the unyielding power of 'power' itself.

However, the moment the dragon roars and spits out its eyes, it is itself that is first injured.

Because Wu Chen also used the Unyielding Power.

Furthermore, Wu Chen was even slightly faster—he understood the Corpse Demons, the power levels of the Necromancer Lord, and he had even seized the opportunity to win the battle, finding a chance to defeat the Necromancer Lord. Given all these preconditions, how could he not have imagined that the only way the wounded Corpse Demon Necromancer Lord could turn the tide of battle was to unleash a dragon's roar?

Among the dragon roars that can be used, the most powerful and effective is the Unyielding Force.

He guessed it; he guessed it correctly.

So he was a fraction of a second faster.

Even as the dragon's roar runes were still forming in the ghoul's throat, a cone-shaped shockwave was successfully released, striking and tearing apart most of the Necromancer's body in the next instant!

First come, first served.

The remains of the Necromancer Lord were swept away by the shockwave and flew swiftly towards the other end of the battle hall.

It is still struggling in the air, still trying its best to launch a counterattack.

However, in the end, this body, engulfed by the shockwave, still reached its due end.

'Bang—' The ghoul's body crashed heavily against the stone wall of the hall.

'Pfft—' The demonic sword that Wu Chen thrust out once more pierced through the brow of this powerful corpse demon in the next instant.

Champion's Holy Assault combined with Gale Super Speed ​​Break is still an advanced version of a combined martial art. Even though his body was already undergoing large-scale collapse due to this continuous repetition of the martial art, Wu Chen still seized this opportunity for victory.

So, this is the final outcome.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The head of the Corpse Lord, along with the ghostly fire in its eyes, exploded into dust.

The next moment, Wu Chen's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into blazing silvery-white molten lava that swallowed the headless remains of the ghoul whole. By the time the magical projection from the deepest part of the labyrinth arrived again, the dragon priest's power, which had attempted to resurrect the fallen ghouls on the spot, had already lost its target.

as expected.

As he expected.

He guessed that the projection Morroc's decision would be to prioritize resurrecting the last guardian, rather than unleashing the power of Magnus, which had been draining magic, once again. So now, he had successfully swallowed it.

His magic allows him to become anyone, so naturally he could also become a ghoul of the highest rank.

And since this has become his highest-ranking ghoul, it can naturally be easily restored to him.

The azure glow of plunder descended once more.

However, this impotent and furious attack ultimately only scratched the surface of Wu Chen, who had transformed back into human form—a small part of his body failed to fully revert, and the remaining silver molten lava abruptly dried up and crumbled. If a higher-ranking ghoul had been able to join the battle at that moment, it would undoubtedly have inflicted severe damage on him. But even so…

What does it matter?

Wu Chen raised his gaze slightly.

The fusion furnace in his heart was powered again, and the damaged body was repaired perfectly by its powerful self-healing ability. He already knew that life and death were nothing more than toys in his hands, so the destruction and restoration of the body were actually pretty much the same. Nothing more.

The plundering blue light was unable to steal any valuable power from him.

When Morlock's yet another futile attempt came to an end, he stretched out his reconstructed hand and gently clenched his fist.

A portion of the power within the Necromancer's remains was clearly presented to his perception. And he was not surprised to discover that this body contained the memory of the 'Armed Deprivation' power.

This was only natural; he was well aware that high-ranking ghouls generally possessed multiple dragon roars and eye-breathing techniques. Apart from the most basic Unyielding Force, 'Armed Disposal' and 'Frosty Breath' were also common skills they had.

He knew that high-ranking ghouls must possess this ability, and he knew that such high-ranking ghouls must exist here. He knew that the essence of a ghoul was a hero's corpse regaining its will, so as long as he could possess this body, he would naturally be able to possess the power within the corpse.

He had originally intended to possess the Dragon Roar through armed stripping.

However, he can now save this computing power expenditure and instead spend it on other areas.

He looked at his palm.

He watched as the extremities, which were entirely within his perception and control, shifted silently.

The direction of the fingers' extension shifted several angles without warning, eliminating the need for movement and directly providing the final displacement solution.

He had finally touched upon this level of power. Now, he could finally partially imagine himself as a humanoid dragon. Perhaps he wasn't yet equivalent to Mil's theoretical specifications. But in the realm of actual combat—

—At the level of human form, the difference is already not significant.

Clench your fist.

The provisions brought by the Lich King were finally fully digested under his magic. He now hoped to encounter another powerful, supreme lich. If he could merge and devour another one, he felt he might be able to fully master this power that skipped the process and went straight to the result, almost like interference with phenomena.

Maybe.

Even if it's slightly less than ideal, it will at least allow him to inscribe another dragon roar and eye-spitting power rune onto his soul.

"The breath of frost."

He could sense it, but he knew it would be largely useless in the ruins of Ancient Nords. The inhabitants of Skyrim generally possessed considerable frost resistance, which gave them a significant advantage against low- to mid-level undead.

Unfortunately, Morlock is very strong.

He was sure of that.

He took a deep breath and checked his feet—when his gaze returned to Lilith, he discovered that his magic sword had already absorbed a significant portion of the Ancient Nord's Sharpened Starfire Greatsword as food. Upon realizing this, his magic sword trembled slightly, as if embarrassed.

Perhaps it's because of poor table manners?
He didn't quite understand the sword's behavior, so he could only offer an awkward yet polite smile. Unexpectedly, the demonic sword in his hand trembled even more violently, and the temperature of the blade was rising rapidly.

It doesn't seem like she's shy.

It was more like he was angry out of embarrassment.

The handle that had been in his hand suddenly changed shape, and the girl's face appeared, biting his hand hard. It didn't hurt, but it was fierce. He had no choice but to let it go, slowing his pace and allowing his demonic sword to swallow her prize from head to toe.

Time flows.

Deep within Rabbi Linsian, the projected image of a dragon priest quietly awaits the arrival of guests.

(End of this chapter)