Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 320 Out of Control
The knight's name is 'Buddhiming', and he once belonged to a weak kingdom that was destroyed by war.

The knight's true name is 'Nameless', because all his past, all his memories, all his beliefs, and all his convictions have long been washed away by the rain of the night.

It was merely a vessel, an outer shell—when Hera's magic tore through the tattered strips of cloth covering its body, a gaping hole was revealed in the armor on its chest. Brilliant starlight shimmered within this hole, pouring its intensely fiery yet profoundly dark power into the greatsword in the vessel's hand.

It was indeed a magnificent sword—with just a light swing, it could easily tear out waves of light that stretched hundreds of meters across the battlefield. And this King of the Night would sometimes suddenly leap up, tearing space apart with his sword, from which frost, poison, lightning, or pure light and fire would gush forth.

Very interesting swordsmanship.

But it had no effect on Hera Morrie, who was maintaining her puppet body. All the fancy techniques were ultimately limited by the sheer volume of their power. No matter what methods the King of Night used, it couldn't break through the invisible defenses that had appeared on the witch's body.

The outcome is already decided.

The outcome will not take long to be determined.

As an observer, Wu Chen stood high in the sky, watching and memorizing this one-sided beating. Hera's figure, her spells, her casting habits, and her tactical deployment were all clearly and accurately stored in his memory bank.

He didn't overlook any detail.

Hera did not conceal any details.

Various magical spells swirled and flickered around Hera, forming a seamless combination that suppressed her still-struggling opponent. But more important than the comprehensiveness of her spells was the vast, invisible spiderweb that connected the consciousness of the entire Westeros community.

She was powerful—she had long since recovered to her full strength, and the magical tides within her shimmered like a constellation of stars. Almost every one of her spells was interconnected with the collective consciousness of the entire continent of Westeros, giving even the weakest fireball the power of a spell cast by all the creatures of Westeros combined.

"Truly remarkable!" Even Wu Chen couldn't help but clap his hands gently.

After observing for a while, he slightly shifted his gaze, and soon, unsurprisingly, he saw the remains of several other Night Kings at the edge of the battlefield—apart from the Frost White Dragon still fighting Melusin, all the other creatures—whether dragons, demons, insects, beasts, or centaurs—had been crushed into dust at the edge of the battlefield, like weeds along a highway.
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The battle is about to end.

Even with the buffs from the Elder Scrolls, the strength of the Night Deity wasn't significantly greater than that of the Sun God. And since the Valyrian king who defeated the Sun God's vessel was easily defeated by the projection Morokyi, this Night Deity, who had grappled with the Sun God for millennia without gaining the upper hand, could only do so much.

Wu Chen could almost hear the shrieks of the gods who were isolated from the world.

The external deity representing the deep darkness of night shrieked and roared in the void, hysterically furious and enraged, but in the end, everything came to an end with the witch's hands gradually closing.

The sudden rain in the night gradually thinned out.

The still-fighting King of Night gradually ceased its movements—its actions grew slower and slower, and the starlight within its chest grew dimmer and fainter. Finally, it let out a mournful and furious roar.

'Ah—' The last breath finally escaped from the gaps in the armor. Then, its form shrank and solidified until it transformed into a tiny doll floating on Hera's palm.

It's dead.

Good news also came from Melusin: she had successfully eliminated the white dragon before it was destroyed by the retreat of the power of night.

She was happy—but she wasn't allowed to participate in the follow-up matters. After praising her a few times in the telepathic link, Wu Chen assigned her another task: to find Joan of Arc and travel with Tiamat to Valyria to wait.

—You should go too.

The demonic sword in Wu Chen's hand trembled slightly.

Meltlilith, whom he had created, let out a low groan of discontent, but she would not ultimately disobey Wu Chen's decision. And so, just as the last wisp of night rain evaporated on the snow, the demonic sword in Wu Chen's hand vanished in the light of teleportation.

The battle is over.

Humanity remained steadfast on the southern frontier of the Wall, preventing any of the cursed creatures from crossing it. The casualties were not as high as anticipated, and after this most ferocious wave subsided, the remaining scattered monsters were easily driven away without much effort.

They should have cheered—but they didn't.

Even after winning this battle that determined the fate of the entire world, they remained preoccupied with the aftermath.

They collected corpses and treated the wounded. They inspected the defenses and finished off the monsters. Meanwhile, the skilled builders, under the cover of the soldiers, ventured to the ruins of the Wall to examine, assess, and quickly plan the reconstruction of the wall's structure. They already knew the war was over.

Even if the battlefield where Hera killed the Night King was hundreds of kilometers away from the front lines.

They poured all their resources and energy into planning the post-war cleanup and reconstruction. Meanwhile, in the heart of Westeros, far from the front lines, the workshops, ports, and military and civilian buildings that had fully transitioned to a wartime system seemed to have had their work stopped as if a control button had been pressed, and quickly and orderly returned to their daily lives.

In a regular, orderly, and error-free daily life.

Without a doubt, the human race in Westeros today has surpassed the insectoid races in many science fiction universes.

Hera put the doll away.

She examined the ancient scroll plucked from the chest of the Night King, from top to bottom, front to back. When some key data caught her eye, a smile finally appeared on her face.

“I knew it,” she said. “This is an Elder Scroll related to ‘dragons.’ It is also the first Mendas item to appear on this land—the first thing used to open the door must be related to ‘dragons.’ And after the door is opened, as long as the original source is not retrieved, things from another world will continuously flow out of the door.”

She waved the ancient scroll in her hand at Wu Chen.

"This is the door, and the key is now in our hands. Next, as long as we continue to study this ancient scroll, we will be able to find our way home."

Wu Chen looked at her and nodded gently.

"You really want to go back?"

"I don't really want to." She wouldn't lie to him, because it was unnecessary and pointless. "But we can look into it."

"Have you considered destroying this scroll, closing the door, and ending the calamity on this land first?" Wu Chen knew that he now only had one last lost item left on this land that had not yet been recovered.

“Perhaps we can find another way, and then, just as we were brought here, quietly take us away from this land.”

“I still want to study this scroll,” Hera said, shaking her head slightly. “Perhaps a powerful dragon is sealed within this scroll. Destroying it rashly might cause some unfortunate accidents.”

That's one reason, too.

"And what about Westeros?" Wu Chen glanced at the southern part of the land.

"The war is over, and they have protected their homeland. Perhaps you could try to grant them their freedom now?"

“They cannot face the subsequent interdimensional projections independently.” Hera shook her head slightly. “They still need guidance and discipline.”

How long do you plan to last?

"Continue until I produce reliable results."

"And at that time, you will take this legacy back to Mondas and allow the civilization of this land to function autonomously?"

"Maybe."

she says.

He looked at her, and her eyes were fixed on his face.

"You've lost control, senior." Wu Chen sighed silently.

Then he saw Hera nod slightly.

"Ok, I know."

(End of this chapter)