Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 4: A Different Life
"You have a lot of ideas."

The 'friend' disappeared silently.

It doesn't say that this is not possible.

And the moment it disappeared, a silver-gray mask with rough yet simple lines appeared in front of Wu Chen.

Immortality.

This is the characteristic of this mask that Wu Chen needs most at the moment.

But he didn't intend to return to reality immediately. After all...

Wu Chen glanced at the Infinite Desert Eagle in his hand. According to his 'friend', it could provide everything in the current world. This meant that either there was another sci-fi Earth in his universe, or the world he knew well was hiding many unspeakable secrets.

Hopefully, it's the latter. Otherwise, the combination of supernatural artifacts and modern surveillance systems is too much to handle. Even without considering the practical issues, there's still a massive dragon guarding the place.

The dragon might not care about a slightly larger ant, but a freshly minted dragon priest would definitely attract its attention. As long as he chose power, he would definitely not be able to escape its gaze. So the only thing to do now was to hide.

The decision has been made.

The edge of the dream was shaking, and the time to wake up was about to arrive. Wu Chen took a deep breath and pressed the nameless dragon sacrifice mask onto his face.

power.

For the first time, Wu Chen felt the power surge from deep within his body—much like a person meditating in a very quiet room, after a while, can hear the gurgling sound of fluids rushing through his veins. He sensed an indescribable, invisible fluid coursing through his limbs, and instinctively, a method for harnessing it emerged in his mind.

Magic, magic.

Wu Chen remembered that in the game The Elder Scrolls, almost all spellcasters who were hostile monsters knew at least a few basic spells.

Shield magic, armor magic.

Using magic power to create a shield, one can resist magical effects. By altering the structural properties of clothing and the air surrounding the body, one can construct a completely flawless, tough armor capable of effectively resisting all physical attacks. The effectiveness of the armor created varies depending on the level of magical proficiency.

A dragon scale technique that mimics the structure of dragon scales and can resist almost all types of damage.

While resisting physical damage, it can also provide magical defense and even absorb hostile magic effects with Ebony Armor.

Particularly effective against physical damage, Iron Armor is particularly effective against ranged arrows.

It can resist some magical damage, and also has a certain degree of physical resistance. Generally speaking, it is a rock armor that is completely inferior to ebony armor.

And the most basic Wood Armor, which only provides physical defense slightly higher than leather, but can slightly increase the caster's self-healing ability.

They were all very useful spells. Even the most basic Wood Armor spell was superior to full-body iron armor. This was because the armor spell covered everything flawlessly and weighed nothing, which didn't hinder the caster's ease of movement. Under normal circumstances, all dragon priests in this world would possess the highest level of Dragon Scale spells, and could even combine Dragon Scale with lower-level armor spells.

but……

"Is it only possible to use Iron Armor?" Complex, intricate knowledge emerged from the mask. Wu Chen couldn't fully comprehend its workings, but he could instinctively activate some of them. In an instant, he understood why he couldn't use higher-level magic.

too weak.

My body is too weak.

He had almost no magical power left in him, and even the most basic magical knowledge was completely unknown. Even if the mask contained advanced knowledge, he would be completely unable to handle it. After all, he had chosen to inherit a dragon priest mask rather than directly become a dragon priest. Unless he significantly improved his knowledge and magical power reserves, he would never be able to gain the power of a normal dragon priest.

The task of delivering goods first and paying later seems to have become more troublesome.

But at least it was more feasible than choosing to become a dragon priest directly, and having to kill ten dragon priests and the dragon masters behind them within a month. So...

"Iron Armor."

Power burst forth from the mask, coursing through his limbs and bones before surfacing on his body. Countless runic structures, completely unfamiliar to Wu Chen but capable of subconsciously wielding them, flashed across his skin. The air and clothing beyond his skin transformed, their resilience and strength vastly enhanced, adapting to the changes in Wu Chen's flesh.

A silver-grey coating suddenly appeared on Wu Chen's body. Its creation was accompanied by the sudden collapse of the entire dreamland's boundaries!
"BOOM!!!!"

Time began to flow, and the alien plane carrying the visitors crashed into the earth. The ignited fuel suddenly burst, followed by an explosion of flames and a violent impact!

The power swept over.

The stinging pain that spread throughout his body suddenly intensified at this moment. Everything before him turned into chaos, accompanied by a scorching wave of air. Countless pieces of debris burst out from the center of the explosion, scattering in every direction.

Unstoppable.

The steel armor trembled under the impact. The scorching heat penetrated the armor and ignited Wu Chen's limbs and torso. He watched his flesh evaporate, his bones ripped apart by the shattering armor. The next moment, he felt the collision of his flesh with the surrounding debris, and the friction of high-speed movement.

A small mushroom cloud suddenly rose. Nearly a hundred tons of unused aviation fuel ignited and exploded. The napalm-like impact instantly burned a small patch of dense forest—many animals in the forest fled in panic to safety, while the area directly affected was transformed into a deadly wasteland.

Half of the masked corpse was embedded in a hill.

The next moment, silver-gray magical flames burst forth from every fractured portion of the corpse. Relying on the immortality granted by the Dragon Priest Mask, it operated autonomously without the wearer's will. In the next moment, new limbs emerged from the silver-gray flames at the fractured portions, extending until they were reshaped into a single, fleshy whole!
"Boom—" A secondary explosion, caused by the insufficient fuel, erupted. Wu Chen's body had already reshaped most of its area—he extended his hand, his knowledge surging into power driven by his thoughts. At the instant the flames struck, a translucent shield of condensed magic rose.

Shield spell.

Shield spells also come in many types and levels.

Regardless of which type of shield technique it is, while focusing on magical protection, they can also resist a certain degree of physical impact!
The flames suddenly parted in front of him.

The scorching heat and high temperature become invisible in front of the tough shield.

Until the last ray of fire fades out.

Wu Chen staggered to his feet and glanced at his body, which had been reshaped by the magical flames. His muscles and lines seemed to have become stronger, but the moment he took a step forward, he felt an unusual sense of fatigue and emptiness.

Is it due to the loss caused by lack of magic power?

No, it's not.

A rumbling sound echoed from the newly formed stomach, the reshaped flesh craving for food. The magic package regenerated limbs but not nutritional supplements, and this more powerful body required even more resources to replenish its supply!
hungry.

So hungry.

The mask might contain a spell to satisfy hunger, but it's also possible that the noble dragon priests wouldn't care for such low-end stuff. Wu Chen's gaze darted around, passing over the remains of the ghouls flung away by the explosion, and then a scorched and torn wild deer came into view.

Eat it!
His body moved faster than his thoughts. While his mind was still deciding where to bite, his body was already clutching the charred remains of the deer and tearing them apart. The charred fur and uncooked flesh poured into his stomach, and before he could even taste them, half the deer was completely devoured by Wu Chen's ravenous stomach.

He still wore his mask, but this magical creation did not hinder his vision or his ability to eat.

The blazing fire is still burning. This world never pays attention to uninvited visitors.

After all, this is not a rare situation.

(End of this chapter)