Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 322 Hera Morley
He wanted to help her.

His help was a reciprocal gesture from a 'passerby'.

He knew what would happen to him after being controlled by magic, what he would become. If it weren't for that remedy for undoing his mistakes, the final result would have been a savior witch defeating the out-of-control silver tsunami.

She prevented that future, ensuring he wouldn't become an adversary she had to defeat. In fact, for the passerby, even if the witch wanted to build Westeros into a unified human kingdom, establishing the Tyranids, there wasn't actually a life-or-death conflict between him and her.

Even when she's out of control, she's still herself.

Hera, who is controlled by her own magic, prioritizes acquiring knowledge far more than fighting against the witch dust.

but……

"I will surpass you, senior." Wu Chen looked at the witch before him, his tone resolute. "I have already done what you should have done but failed to do. And now, I will save you even more thoroughly than you did when you helped me."

He is ready.

The witch wearing the pointed hat nodded slightly.

"So, how do you plan to save me?"

Defeating and subduing is a universal solution. But if that's all there is to it, it can only be categorized as mindless brute force. Since Wu Chen has already set foot on this land, he naturally knows what to do.

“You shouldn’t have lost control.” Wu Chen looked at her and shook his head slightly. “Since you were able to notice my abnormality and provide insightful assistance, it means you already possessed the experience and skills to deal with this type of emergency. And before we parted, your condition was quite stable.”

“I suspect that, after that, or slightly before, something happened on this land that was beyond your control. An undeniable accident, one that you were completely unable to handle. Coupled with your pursuit of knowledge and your lack of any intention to go to the Citadel, and the subsequent events in the Old Town that I learned of, there is only one most likely explanation for the accident.”

He looked towards the southern sky.

The witch who was his adversary gave him a gentle smile.

"Your projection, Hera Morley's projection. You appeared in the Citadel without warning, didn't you? And compared to her, who was mindless and merely a spellcasting machine, you were far too weak at that time."

"You resonated with each other; you couldn't resist her. That overwhelming magic and your overwhelming weakness clashed in the most inappropriate circumstances. And so, in the end, this is the result you reaped."

This is the truth.

The individual who could defeat Hera Morley without any chance of resistance. Naturally, it was another version of her—and originally, things shouldn't have turned out this way.

The projection lacked reason and was incapable of effectively using high-level magic. Like the projection Morlocki, its origin theory never even had a chance to be explained to Wu Chen before its own demise. In other words, if Hera's own will hadn't been revived through the puppets given to her by Wu Chen, Hera's projections would at most have only brought disaster to the Citadel.

However, now, the witch's will has found its way into the witch's body. And all reason and freedom in the entire human world are now under the witch's control.

There is only one solution to this situation.

“Save you, then kill her.” Wu Chen stared at Hera and said seriously, “While keeping you, I will completely defeat and suppress her, then kill her. Leaving only a shell that you can control.”

"Can you do it?" she asked.

“I think I can,” he replied.

Time flows silently.

Hera slightly raised her head, her breath freezing into frost in the cold wind. Without a sound, a magnificent and vast complex suddenly appeared behind her. And Hera Morrie, indifferent and empty, yet with a lingering intellectual fervor in her eyes, reached out to her own will atop the Citadel's towers, and then embraced it.

Dimensional movement.

The reaper's sickle is in his hand.

The most crucial step in the fusion is, naturally, also the most vulnerable for both sides. And the enchanted strikes based on the Demon Swordsman, the Blade of Rejection, and the Dragon Priest's Face 'Dust' are now gathered within the blade of the war scythe!
A myriad of colors converge, and the chaotic edge gives rise to countless transformations. This single strike is the full force of all martial arts techniques unleashed at their maximum potential!
With a 'crack—', the hundreds of protective barriers that had suddenly appeared in front of the witch were all reduced to dust. The swiftly descending giant scythe mercilessly severed her head.

'boom--! ! ! ’

The aftershocks of the power spilled outwards. Half of the structures within the academy city that had appeared out of thin air were reduced to dust in the chaotic aura. And this tide of destruction continued to spread, threatening to devour and submerge everything in the city in an instant.

It takes a split second.

However, even a moment is far from enough.

Before that fleeting moment could pass, Hera, in her puppet form, vanished along with the Ancient Scroll in her hands. And the entire destroyed Citadel, in an instant even briefer than that 'fleeting moment,' rapidly reversed its flow!

Time, reversed.

Without hesitation, Wu Chen transformed into a dragon.

Milmonir's molten gold eyes shone brightly. And he, who controlled the dragon's body, roared a command to time upon the world!

“Tiid-Klo-Ul——” Time-Sand-Eternity.

Time, however, was interfered with.

The collapsing academy city, in a rewinding process, paused at the moment of its near completion. Thousands of threads of light materialized out of thin air near the academy city and swept in all directions, but the giant dragon formed from Wu Chen did not hesitate to rush swiftly into the academy city!

“Wuld-Nah-Kest!” Cyclone-Rage-Storm.

Whirlwind energy.

The dragon's body, wreathed in swirling winds, unleashed unparalleled impact and speed. But just as it was about to touch the academy, another force activated!
Heavenly Radiance, Shield Armor!
All the threads of light failed to achieve their purpose. All the hidden, sinister spells were rendered useless. Even though there were some targeted spells specifically designed to counter divine attacks, they could only yield very little result under the combined defenses of the whirlwind energy and the dragon's body!
The vast university town was suddenly pierced through.

The destruction was not contained, but Wu Chen ultimately achieved another result.

In his dragon claws lay the ancient scroll that had once been held by the puppet Hera. Only now did he have the confidence to take this wondrous object into his grasp.

Some gains have been made.

The interdimensional projection disaster in Westeros can now be considered over. But Hera Morrie's 'help' can only be considered a very basic step!
He swallowed the scroll.

He suddenly turned around towards the school town.

A blazing dragon's breath had already been unleashed. And the pierced academy city had already been reshaped by the reverse flow of time and space!
A smiling witch stood atop the Citadel. Then—

She tossed her long hair and swung her hand forward.

(End of this chapter)