Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 380 A·L·I·C·E
"It's over."

Holaja's figure appeared in the void, his gaze falling upon the bloody remains of Wu Chen. He was indeed somewhat dissatisfied that he hadn't left behind a complete corpse, but he couldn't fully control these projections; he could only command them. Therefore, some imperfections were not unacceptable.

"Indeed, you are a formidable figure. If you had a little more time, you could easily defeat even the Demon King. However, it seems that you do not yet possess the capacity to wield the power of a first-level god."

He saw the dissipating divine power.

He was therefore certain of Wu Chen's demise.

A first-level god capable of going all out can easily defeat an awakened demon king. This is because the upper limit for the demon king class is acquiring the power of a second-level god.

but……

—What a pity, this divine power was never mine to begin with. How much do you think I could use?
—Or rather… do you really think that Quel'Plan’s divine power is of great benefit to me?

My heart skipped a beat.

Although he couldn't hear Wu Chen's thoughts or sense his presence, the confident Heraja clearly sensed the taste of death at that moment.

The smell made him tremble all over; the smell made his heart pound.

He suddenly waved his hand, about to disappear into nothingness once more. At the same instant, he sent a signal to the four projections under his command.

"Protect me—"

The order has been issued.

The order will take effect soon.

However, within that shattered earth, unrelated to the dissipation of divine power, the power that Wu Chen had successfully injected into the soil during the first strike that shattered the continent had already manifested his body once more amidst the bursting silver light!
Unharmed, his momentum at its peak. Life and death were mere playthings in his hands. And the greatsword of night that had reappeared in his grasp was radiating divine power!

Quel'Plan's divine power was primarily utilized through this sword. Its purpose was to provide a justification for Wuchen's Night Sword to legitimately wield divine power.

Divine power is something you only need a little bit of anyway.

The greater purpose of that vast amount that is dissipating and returning to the core of Quelpland is to attract the attention of Hor Raga at the appropriate time.

For example, right now, at this very moment.

The greatsword of night, having locked onto its target, then violently rose upwards!

"Ten Directions, Annihilation Slash".

His voice has already been conveyed.

The speed of words is no slower than the speed of a sword blade.

Ho Raga was still on the run. The projections he controlled were still trying to get closer to him. But at that very moment, a dark and gloomy abyss had already covered the entire battlefield.

A tearing sound echoed among all the highest beings in the world. For the dark abyss cleaved by the sword was, in fact, the wound created when the world was torn apart!
Destruction thus ensued.

This was neither a physical effect nor magical damage. This sheer destructive power even surpassed the divine authority of the local god of destruction!

The hero Arios was the first to be crushed; the buffs he received were more focused on power than survival.

Honette was the second to die; her six-colored sphere of light could not even last for a moment.

Kebris was the third; its infinitely growing flesh at least gave it the ability to resist. However, before it could mutate into an organ structure capable of dealing with the current attacks, its entire body had already vanished into the dark abyss.

Finally, there is the most resilient and tenacious. Except for lacking an invincible barrier, King Hani is superior to almost all known demons in every aspect.

And it lasts for 0.013 seconds.

This number is already quite large.

Because Ho-Raga had no way to obtain cover, all of his material structures dissolved into the dark abyss the very first millisecond after the birth of the World Wound.

he died.

At the very moment of his death, his body was reshaped by some power based on the omniscience granted by the three supreme gods. However, under the shroud of the World's Wound, all time and space were filled with destruction. Even if he were to be resurrected immediately, he could not avoid the next death that would follow.

And so he died.

He died and died again.

The World Wound lasted for a full three and a half seconds on a macroscopic level. In other words, before the world's corrective force covered this dark abyss, what awaited the sage Ho Raga was at least three thousand seven hundred painful and protracted deaths.

Because time has been destroyed.

And the time it takes to be destroyed will naturally be exceptionally long.

When those full three and a half seconds had elapsed, the Northern Sage, whose body was intact but whose eyes were empty and vacant, collapsed limply to the ground like a boneless reptile.

Motionless and offering no resistance. The light of the will to live had vanished from its empty eyes.

……it is as expected.

Knowing about death and experiencing death are two completely different things. The weaknesses of the omniscient are far more numerous than they appear.

Wu Chen's form appeared beside him. Having only used the Black Night Greatsword, he had expended far less power than at his peak. And then he raised his hand, the blade of the Black Night sword about to sever the sage's head.

"Hahaha……"

The sage suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was wild, yet also desolate.

"You have no idea what you've done, you have no idea what tearing the world apart really means." His laughter was full of anticipation, and malice surged in his words. A future that was about to arrive seemed to have already been seen by him.

"She's coming...she's coming very soon. You who have torn the world apart, you are about to face a punishment ten thousand times, a hundred million times more miserable than mine! Ha, ha—"

The blade pressed down.

The Northern Sage, Ho Raja, who had secretly manipulated this land for fifteen hundred years and theoretically possessed all the knowledge and magic of this world, met a utter death without even being able to unleash a single offensive spell. For the instant his soul left his body, the spiritual radiance representing all his life's learning fell into the hands of Wu Chen.

Bring your five fingers together. Then open them.

A magical book containing all the profound magic mastered by Ho Raga was recreated in Wu Chen's hands using his soul and wisdom as raw materials. The Three Super Gods thus lost their spokesperson, but as Wu Chen had predicted, they made no comment.

He knew why this was happening.

He knew that God could only exert His power in the area He was in charge of.

Suddenly, golden brilliance appeared in the clear sky, and pure white petals and ethereal songs descended from the heavens. A slender golden figure emerged in the light, possessing the utmost nobility and majesty as a goddess.

Human Affairs Bureau, A·L·I·C·E.

Come.

(End of this chapter)