Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 325 Hera Morley Part 4

There is only one way.

One solution is to pay a sufficiently large price.

This land is ultimately not Mondas, and the exercise of the Dragon's Roar does not directly activate the 'Earth Bone,' which is the resonance and operation of the world's underlying rules. In other words, as long as it is outside of Mondas, even the magic released by a true dragon is only 'a very high-level exclusive legendary magic.'

Powerful and terrifying, capable of wrestling with or even defeating gods. But as long as it remains within the realm of magic, it can naturally unleash even greater magical power to counteract the opponent's arcane power.

She has this magic—the city is still in her hands.

As long as she detonates the academy, she can naturally counteract and resist this powerful, almost time-stopping, upper-level legendary force.

But so what—she failed; her source magic couldn't overcome Dust's source magic. Unless this follow-up attack proved decisive, what follows will simply be a more or less aesthetically pleasing death throes.

as well as……

—I couldn't see through him... He's completely different from the image I had of him.

she thinks.

A silent sense of loss flowed through her heart. She knew she would eventually experience failure. But when it actually happened, she still couldn't control her racing heart.

But a sense of pride filled her heart... Ah, yes. She had failed; she had encountered an opponent who could directly refute and defeat her. But wasn't this opponent also able to reach this position because of her guidance and teaching? Even if they didn't have the title of teacher and student, and she never acknowledged the reality of that relationship, her influence was still evident throughout his academic career.

Honestly. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, something I did on a whim, yet I reaped such a generous reward. At the very beginning, I hadn't shown any real interest in this junior I picked up on the street.

She recalled her first encounter with Dust, and how, as a pioneer and a high-ranking wizard, she had unconsciously displayed various expressions of disdain and arrogance in his presence. Looking back now, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

He walked too fast.

He has reached a point where he can keep up with himself.

And then, the question becomes whether I can keep up with him.

Judging from the current situation, things are probably not going very well for us.

——What a pity.

I used to think that no one in this world was good enough for me. But now... am I the one who needs to put in a hundred times the effort to catch up?
She thought, and a smile suddenly appeared on her lips. Perhaps it was from this moment on that she stopped looking at this man named Duster, or perhaps he had another strange name, as a junior or a fellow traveler. And unlike before, she also felt a certain desire to explore that hidden name.

Whatever.

"That's fine."

The school city that the witch was holding up suddenly shattered.

The time-stopping domain, which had already unfolded and was spreading in all directions, paused at the burst of magical power surging around her.

“I had prepared a trump card for you, the most powerful magic,” she said, her voice beginning to differentiate within the torrent of magic. One line soared and passionate, the other somber and deep. These two lines were two distinct songs, the former fiery, the latter chilling. And these two different songs, amidst this immense burst of magic, effortlessly pierced through the omnipresent, vast ocean of pure silver.

The world trembled.

The world resonates with her singing.

The cold songs seeped into the ground, while the fiery songs surged into the sky. And the sky burned, and the earth frosted. Thus, a torrent of ice and fire was constructed.

The icy abyss arose from the nine earths, and heavenly fire descended from the nine heavens. The blazing frost and fire pierced through the pure silver sea and converged in her pale hand, which she held high, having discarded her sword. "This is my research into this world, the final result I have achieved. And now, it is also the final power I can wield."

The pure silver sea suddenly contracted. The silver-white dragon revealed Milmonir in its strongest form. All the fancy tricks were completely discarded at this moment, leaving only the purest confrontation of power.

The torrent of ice and fire manifested in the form of a sphere in her palm.

The power immediately erupted.

"The World Replays: A Song of Ice and Fire".

Light and darkness burst forth.

From the very origin, ice and fire, light and darkness, life and death, are all destroyed and recreated under the drive of this magic. Everything that comes into view is erased and then reshaped by this ultimate magic, which is equivalent to the theme of the world. The pure black and white then annihilate all variables in this world.

What can fight it?
It is the law that governs the workings of this world.

Once it begins, it cannot be stopped, and it won't be long before it plunges the entire world of A Song of Ice and Fire into a replay of black and white. After that, the whole world will descend into the chaotic wilderness of the Creator's era.

This was her last spell—a spell she had originally thought she would use only after she had tested and exhausted all of Dust's trump cards. But now, victory was no longer hers.

Because she saw it—she saw the staff emerging from the dragon's claws. A creation-level spell clashed with an ancient artifact of creation-level power. And the rapidly expanding black and white were slowed by the radiant power of the Staff of Magnus.

It only slows down.

The load on the driving artifact caused the golden-red dragon's body to shatter into sand. However, within that destroyed dragon body, Duster, who still retained a portion of his dragonification, still held that silver-white spear in his hand.

She recognized the 'gun'. It was the bargaining chip she had returned to Duster. And the next moment, the gun in Duster's hand was pointed at his own heart.

'Bang -' the gunshot.

The instant the gun fired, black and white passed him. His body was unaffected by the magic, and the thing called a bullet completely evaporated the moment it left the barrel.

She had lost—she thought.

She instinctively raised her palm, trying to draw upon magic from her subconscious, only to find that the channel she had established was severed—she sensed an ancient, deceased king who worshipped Dust. Dust had used this king as a medium to block her power.

The word 'Primordial Magic' echoed in my mind.

This was something she didn't know, and another hidden power that Duster possessed. The next moment, Duster had already raised his giant scythe and was beside her.

—Was the defeat more devastating than expected?

Her gaze met Duster's gaze in mid-air.

She has no regrets, nor is she disappointed.

And the man before her did not hesitate for a moment.

First the hands, then the neck.

The giant scythe slashed down mercilessly.

She was given failure, and death.

(End of this chapter)