Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 324 Hera Morley III

A giant wave swallowed it up.

Its sheer size is enough to overwhelm any change.

Since Hera has gained tens of thousands of available spellcasting threads through her ability to connect with the collective unconscious, let's use this simple, unadorned strike to render all of those threads unusable.

This is the principle of overcoming all methods with one force.

The outer wall formed by the thousands of books shattered with a deafening roar. Even as more protective barriers rose, withstanding the initial impact, the endless silver tide continued to surge in from all directions, until it smashed through a blind spot that had inevitably appeared—a spot that hadn't been perfectly defended!
'Bang—' It was like a small hole being drilled into an eggshell.

The silvery waves pierced through the protective walls, tearing at and melting the outer walls of the academy. In an instant, the entire perimeter of the academy was bathed in a silvery light. And more silver was surging in from afar, already overwhelming, threatening to engulf the entire academy in its turbulent waves.

Use strength to defeat cleverness.

However, Hera, despite being at a disadvantage, continued to smile.

"You've seen through my method of maintaining the Academy City by relying on it as a medium to exercise the computing power of the subconscious cluster. In terms of magical offense and defense, you have indeed cracked my technique."

She raised her hand, and the outer city of the academy, corrupted by the boiling silver, collapsed even faster. Yet, in the very instant of its collapse, another miniature version of the academy was reshaped and rebuilt in her palm!
"But—" Efficiency was reduced, and the number of threads decreased. However, even though she could no longer cast tens of thousands of spells simultaneously, the frequency of the magical energy surging around her still varied by thousands.

Why should cities be confined to the ground?

The silver tide receded.

The instant the seal was applied, a series of sonic booms erupted beneath her feet—various types of dimensional anchors had already sealed off the battle zone like a spiderweb. Yet, she was still able to escape the soon-to-be-sealed surface using only physical means!
'Boom—' She reached the sky amidst a chain of gas explosions.

The silver tide, which had already submerged nearly a third of the desolate frontier, then thrust its sharp peaks toward the sky.

A colossal silver mountain, ten thousand meters high, rose up with a thunderous roar, yet even so, it still couldn't keep up with Hera's swift ascent into the heavens.

We can't catch up.

A massive size inevitably leads to a lack of agility.

And just as the rise of the Silver Mountain came to a standstill, a chess piece that had somehow ended up sitting on Hera's shoulder suddenly emitted a ghostly blue light!
It was it—the King of Night. After Hera slew Budkimin, she transformed him into a puppet and placed him in her palm. And the vessel containing that external deity clearly served more than just the function of a mere artifact.

It melts in blue light.

It transformed into the greatsword of night that was once wielded by the Night King, and was held lightly in Hera's hand.

Then...

They're falling!

Carrying the witch of the Citadel, she crashed into the pure silver ocean that had just moments before tried to swallow her whole, like a dark blue meteor.

'Rip—' It sounded like cloth being torn.

The plunging, azure line pierced through the mountain of pure silver in an instant. And a core of thought, destined to exist, was exposed to the impact of this rapidly descending sword!
--amazing.

Wu Chen thought.

He never imagined that his senior, who always acted like a traditional witch, resorting to spells when in doubt, would actually use such pure melee combat and employ such decisive tactical skills!
She should be more elegant, more composed. Just like every preconceived image she has of herself in the past.

But... it doesn't matter!
From the shattered pure silver, half a dragon's head emerged. And just before that point, anchored as the core of thought, was struck by the greatsword of night, a dragon's roar erupted from within the pure silver!
"Feim-Zii-Gron!" His eyes flashed, and his phantom spirit materialized. Yet, at the same time, a dragon's roar echoed in the center of the academy city, lifted up by Hera!

The core area of ​​the pure silver ocean vanished abruptly. But along with it disappeared Hera and the deep blue descending light she rode!
Blur, and then blur again.

The ethereal silver core remained locked onto by the ethereal sword. And since both were nothingness, they could naturally inflict damage on each other!

—So, I was outmaneuvered.

Wu Chen thought.

The next moment, the sword of nothingness pierced through him.

One second, two seconds.

Hera raised an eyebrow slightly.

She witnessed Wu Chen's core thoughts crumble and shatter in the void. However, the pure silver sea surrounding the ethereal core did not collapse despite the ruler's defeat!
No, not here!

Kestor had clearly already been defeated and killed by the sword of night.

As she was being blurred, she suddenly turned around. And outside the blurred core area, another dragon's face emerged from the silvery-white ocean!
Not Duster!?

"My Origin Magic allows me to become anyone and accomplish anything. And I know that your understanding of me is far greater than I anticipated." The dragon's form gradually took shape, and a pure silver ocean enveloped the entire ethereal region. No matter where Hera emerged from her ethereal state, she would inevitably crash into the pure silver expanse.

"So just now, I sought tactical advice from one of my assistants. And no matter how far-fetched or redundant her suggestions may be, I will carry them out completely."

He didn't say who he was asking, but Hera's thought process definitely didn't include the created creatures—no, that's not right, it was Duster's tactic from the very beginning. His deliberate removal of the demon sword girl from the battlefield before the battle was a misleading act of claiming 'this battle only involves the two of us!'

The calculation was wrong.

Intelligence warfare has been marred by errors due to overconfidence and arrogance.

A pure silver dragon's body appeared in the vast, ethereal area. No matter which direction Hera moved in her ethereal state, a boundless, silvery ocean awaited her.

"So, I created a new identity. An intelligence supplement for a 'passerby'. I created a fictional personality for myself that completely replicates my own thinking and filled it into an empty soul as a disguise."

The blurring period has ended.

The silvery dragon's mouth locked onto Hera's location. He could re-enter ethereal form at any moment and unleash an ethereal breath. But ultimately, he chose to wait for the ethereal witch to return to the battlefield.

"And so far, this tactic seems to be working quite well."

The blurring period has ended.

A powerful, targeted dragon roar slammed right in the direction where Hera was!

“Tiid-Klo-Ul——” Time-Sand-Eternity.

One of the few drawbacks of the powerful Dragon Roar is that it is difficult to release continuously.

Even a true dragon like Mondas would struggle to withstand the strain of continuously using dragon roars. A fake dragon created through magic would naturally find it even more difficult!
The flow of time slowed down dramatically.

The witch who has broken free of her ethereal state has only one way to deal with it!
(End of this chapter)