Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 385 The Annihilation of the Witch's Dust

Divine light descended.

Eight stars of different colors painted the entire sky at that moment.

Looking around, everything within sight reflected the colors of the rainbow. And a vast and majestic complex voice descended from the sky towards where Wu Chen was.

Those who have stained themselves with divine blood, those who covet divine authority, will be punished.

[Hereinafter, I hereby sentence you to utter extermination!]

'Rip—' It sounded like paper being torn.

'Crack—' It sounded like brocade being pulled.

A narrow, eight-colored rift stretched out from the dome of the sky to both sides. It was like a furious eye that suddenly opened, and the descending gaze crashed down like eight-colored lightning!

Curse!

Wu Chen looked up at the sky.

He didn't struggle or resist; he simply gave a meaningful smile. The next moment, the eight-colored lightning struck his skull.

'boom--'

The brilliance of that instant even overshadowed the sun, the source of light in the sky. And Wu Chen and Millie, whom he held in his arms, were blasted into dust within the exploding heavenly lightning!
ended.

The people of Lysas stared blankly at the sky. They didn't know what was happening; they couldn't even see the eight-colored canopy constructed by Yagami. All they knew was that lightning suddenly exploded in the sky, and the rampaging monsters attacking the city paused briefly as a result.

They were not afraid of the gods, for the benefits the gods provided to demons had always far outweighed their help to humans. Yet they still feared power, and the strange impulses that vaguely sprouted from the depths of their hearts.

Something has changed.

Something is happening.

A sense of threat surged in from all directions, and this strange feeling made everyone who possessed power tremble.

“Should we… take a break first? I feel like something’s not right…”—Outside the city of Lisas, the demon Satra spoke uncertainly to his two companions.

"The earth is trembling; we must quicken our pace." — On the other side of the wasteland, the warrior Britannia is leading Leila, Minado, and the others to move even faster.

"Did something happen on Lord Dust's side? Why... does something feel strange?"—Inside Francis's tavern, Lydia, standing in front of the map-casting table, clutched her chest. The spell before her was still being cast.

Meanwhile, in the palace of Lysas, the witches seized the opportunity when Rajsis was distracted and unleashed powerful spells at the old mage who represented the second narrative node of the Lance world.

They seized the opportunity.

They defeated him.

Lagihis's death undoubtedly signifies the end of a story, and that on a higher level, invisible narrative gears are slowly turning.

The world has reached a critical juncture of change.

Above the sky, the eight differently colored stars rapidly exchanged their intelligence findings.

They too were aware of something; they too knew they had to take some action immediately. They clearly sensed that something had changed in the sky and on the earth. But they didn't know what they should do.

[Perhaps, we shouldn't have so rashly unleashed the lightning punishment.] This thought surfaced in the minds of these powerful deities. They quickly reviewed their reasoning, only to find that they seemed destined to act in this way.

Who told that person not to resist? Who told that person to waste precious time on escape, squandering this crucial opportunity on trivial mortal narratives? He knew perfectly well that it was all just a script, that only his own strength and survival could grant him influence, allowing him to make insignificant alterations in those obscure corners the Creator paid little attention to. Yet, he insisted on staying in this mortal realm, engaging in these foolish maneuvers, like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water!

What else could this be but staying behind to die?
He even used that precious but not-so-secret pawn to buy time for the first-order god Quel'Pran to make his 'sacrifice'. And since the other party was so sensible, the gods would naturally give him a swift and decisive result—and then, when he felt he had died a worthy death, they would destroy everything he had created as a mockery.

But...why?
Quelpland.

A member of a powerful deity pointed out the flaws in the other party's decision. While it's uncertain whether this will be effective, as long as they have Quel'Pran, who serves them, under their control, they're sure to gain something!

Get moving!
The gods' attention shifted slightly from the land struck by lightning. Their gaze was now fixed on Quelpland, the Director of the Soul Management Bureau, who was participating in the Celestial Conference, and they were about to take swift and decisive action.

but……

"Tiid Klo UI——"

Time slows down.

Everything turned gray and white in the rapidly approaching silence.

The gods should be immune to the effects of spacetime interference, but even these powerful high-ranking gods were dragged down and trapped by the slow sands of time amidst the dragon roars that resounded from every corner of heaven and earth!

Time stood still.

The gods of this world have already lost the next moment.

Of the eight sealed stars, only the powerful deities representing time and space can still barely move. However, those who have gained the ability to act must face terrifying things beyond the realm of imagination.

That is silver, silver that pervades heaven and earth, covering all directions.

Centered on the land struck by lightning, and originating from the city of Lysas, a sea of ​​silver spread to every corner of the world within this stagnant time. Two towering, silver-gray mountains suddenly rose from the earth, transforming into two enormous, silver-white hands reaching out to grasp the God of Time and the Lord of Space!

What are you? What have you done?!

Individuals facing imminent death often resort to these pointless maneuvers, spouting meaningless words in the hopes that their opponents will offer them answers.

They did not deserve such an honor.

But Wu Chen still spoke to Him.

"Welcome to my annihilation, foolish god."

They will never understand what 'annihilation' truly means.

Just as they will never know what a huge mistake it was to handle trivial matters for Wu Chen, analyze his soul, and most importantly, find the vessel and filter to inherit ALICE's divine authority.

They made a mistake.

They gave Wu Chen the opportunity to claim ownership of this land, this place known as 'the human world'. And after that, all he needed to do was pour his power, his body, and his influence into every corner of this land.

From then on, the 'human world' belonged to the witches.

The next moment, the silver-gray mountain seized the time and space that were trying to break free. And in the same instant, the pure silver tide poured down on the remaining six gods!

(End of this chapter)