Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 319 Night
Arrows rained down. They found their mark precisely on each pale rider. The powerful and ancient Others were now felled and slaughtered like expendable minions. They couldn't even break through the human ranks before becoming lifeless objects beneath the arrows. And after clearing away these insignificant fodder, humanity, unsurprisingly, had much more to deal with.

It was a sudden downpour, and also a behemoth.

A jet-black beast emerged from the depths of the North, washed away by a gloomy rain. Naturally, defeating a beast of this caliber would require far greater offensive power.

Humans have this output.

In what was once Harrenhal, now the City of Miracles, there are numerous colossi, and the chimeras are ready to join this brutal war—and at this moment, they have amassed a vast number of them.

Nobody knows why there are so many of them.

No one showed the slightest concern for this strange occurrence.

The entire allied forces… no, the entire human civilization of Westeros, displayed an extraordinary unity and focus at this moment. Warriors and civilians alike concentrated their efforts on matters related to battle and preparation. Vast amounts of military equipment and resources were rapidly mobilized to the front lines.

This is not the normal behavior that a group would exhibit when facing a disaster.

Even the greatest nation or people could not have acted with such efficiency and focus during a time of crisis.

As the colossi and chimeras charged into the monsters' ranks, the human soldiers, armed with a variety of weapons, joined the fierce battle. What followed was a merciless struggle and carnage.

The hammer struck the felt.

Sparks flew, but neither side retreated even a fraction of an inch.

The human allied forces chanted in unison, while the monsters in the downpour let out terrifying roars. Many brave warriors and powerful divine creations were wounded and fell on the front lines of the war. But the pitch-black downpour, clearly a sign of ominous power, was also halted by an unknown force before the smooth lines of the human allied forces, unable to take a single step forward.

They fought.

They protect their homeland and native soil.

The King of the North and the King of the Bucks were on opposite ends of the battle line, and both sides achieved almost the same results as their comrades on the other side.

And naturally, everything that happened in this war was clearly reflected in Wu Chen's eyes as he stood atop the clouds.

"...Alaya."

Wu Chen surveyed the human coalition, assessing their gains. In his eyes, this powerful army was now enveloped in an invisible and dense spiderweb. And this web not only covered the human coalition but also penetrated every corner of Westeros.

There is only one word to describe this spiderweb: the 'collective unconscious'. Wu Chen knew that Hera Morley had been researching and exploring this field since her arrival. And now it seemed she had achieved remarkable results.

She has already unified the entire continent of Westeros.

He was certain that this continent was witnessing its most united moment in history—no strife, no conflict, no enslavement, no oppression. All nations, peoples, powers, and families were united as one. Regardless of age, gender, or physical condition, everyone was focused and attentive in their respective roles.

At this moment, they were almost equal to the insect swarm.

Wu Chen doubted how many people on this continent could still think with free reason—of course, success at such a cost meant that the people of Westeros would likely survive this battle and ensure the continuation of their race. And afterwards, perhaps Hera Morrie would grant them their freedom.

Maybe.

Even Hera in the past would never have manipulated civilization in this way for the sake of its continuation.

But… “It’s none of my business,” Wu Chen said softly. “I’m just a passerby.”

His gaze passed beyond the stalemate of the defensive line, silently descending into the depths of the downpour—he saw a pure white dragon suddenly leap out from the depths of the downpour. A vast and chilling aura surged from the dragon's body.

He recognized it; he knew it was one of the eight Night Kings. He knew it was a powerful ancient dragon from the borderlands, resurrected by the power of the Night, an external deity.

It was about to charge into the formation—its form halted before it crashed into the crowd. Before venturing deeper into Labyrinthian, Wu Chen had assigned Melusin to this battlefield to intercept the two inevitable night dragons. And now, Melusin had joined the battle as promised.

They collided in mid-air.

They entangled and bit each other.

Melusin's combat power might not be superior to that of the Night Dragon. This is based on the premise that the external deity of the night is not at its peak, and the summoned Night King is also lacking.

So Wu Chen waved his hand.

The next moment, Meluxin's energy was amplified. She cheered and continued fighting according to Wu Chen's instructions.

She didn't belong to Alaya in Westeros, and staying there would hardly allow her to offer any assistance or support. Having realized this, she led the white ancient dragon away from the skies above the battle.

She has completed her mission.

She will enjoy her fight.

Wu Chen then shifted his gaze away from her, whom he no longer needed to look at, and stepped deeper into the northern territory.

He moved forward, stepping into the pitch-black downpour—the rain of night, sent down by the outer deities of night, could not touch him. And even after stepping into the rain, he could still sense the workings of Westeros's Alaya.

A spider's web must eventually come to an end.

The point of convergence was neither above the united front nor in the south of Westeros.

and so……

Wu Chen saw it.

They saw the vessel of interference from the external deity of the night, a chosen king who was originally just an ordinary knight of a fallen kingdom.

The power of the night chose it and poured its immense might into it. This allowed the Night King, who was originally just an ordinary warrior, to step into the realm of the most elite battlefields, even in the borderlands—of course, that didn't happen in this current timeline. The reason this outer deity of the night could wield extraordinary power was something else entirely.

"An Ancient Scroll." Wu Chen looked at the knight shrouded in black mist, and at the scroll that had appeared out of thin air and was inserted into his chest. Its presence greatly amplified the power of this weak king.

It is obvious that the king who appeared here has been bound in an invisible spider web.

Because Hera Mori's doll-like body is right here.

“Wait a moment, Dust.” She stood in the dark, torrential rain, and the whole world seemed to be under her control.

"It will be over soon," she said.

(End of this chapter)