Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 68: Requirements for Becoming a Dragon Priest

My heart would stop beating at this moment.

The bad guess became reality.

However, when the least expected thing actually happened, my heart was unexpectedly relaxed at that moment.

How much worse could it get?
And the problem doesn't seem to be as big as expected.

The other party didn't seem to be hostile to him, but rather interested in him. And in this respect, how different was the ancient dragon Milmenir before him from Hera Mori, who had already seen through him?
"[You can speak the language of dragons. Among your kind, people like you are very rare]" - still in dragon language.

The noble and heroic woman, who looked like both a general and a king, cast her eyes towards Wu Chen, sizing him up from head to toe. Her scorching gaze caused Wu Chen's skin to ache.

It's not phantom pain, it's a real feeling.

Just by looking at it, the classic steel armor made of Sky Province began to heat up rapidly. If you stare at it for a long time, it might even melt on the spot.

"I'm a wizard, and learning dragon language isn't anything special." Wu Chen sighed silently, feeling strangely at ease. He should be more humble and cautious. The weak should naturally respect the powerful.

but……

Don't want to do that.

Don't want to bow your head.

Even if he was knocked down by a single blow and killed without hesitation, he did not want to admit that his status was inferior to that of a dragon.

Is it the ignorance of the ivory tower? The arrogance of a time traveler? Or perhaps the lingering influence of the Nameless Face?
He didn't know, but he felt that he was ready to face the consequences that he didn't want to face.

"So, what do you want from me? Dragon."

He saw the dragon in front of him raise his eyes slightly, but the feeling of being scrutinized and roasted had disappeared without a trace.

"You are not afraid of me. You really have the talent to be a sacrifice. Since you are not a sacrifice to other dragons, you should be my sacrifice." Her voice was flat.

However, the meaning of the words shocked Wu Chen like thunder!

Is this... recruiting?
His heart suddenly trembled slightly. Undoubtedly, Wu Chen was quite tempted by this. If he could directly serve as a sacrifice and bear the power of the dragon, he would undoubtedly be able to ascend to the heavens in one step, even reaching a level where he could fight Hera Mori. And if he could persuade Mirmenil to help him, he might even be able to use her power to break through the Labyrinthian, and the difficulty of defeating Molochie would be directly reduced from impossible to difficult or even ordinary!
Pie in the sky?

My breathing almost became rapid and my eyes were a little bloodshot and red.

but--

"Do not."

He saw the dragon in front of him tilt his head in confusion.

"【Why?】"

"How many sacrifices can one dragon have?"

"[I will only have one sacrifice.]"

"How many dragons can a priest have?"

"[Defeat me, or I'll kill you.]"

"So, you've lived for many years. Shouldn't you have already had a sacrifice? Why are you looking for me?"

He remembered his recent encounter with Mirmenil. The female dragon's confusion and sadness were undisguised before him. Perhaps she had truly arrived here due to a projection from another world, but she was certainly searching for something, or perhaps someone.

She should already have a dragon priest—she fought in the Dragon Cult's war, so there's no way she wouldn't have one. Unless...

"I forgot." He heard the dragon say.

“I must have had a priest, but I do not remember. I do not know what he looked like, his name, or what he did. I only know that I must have had a priest.”

The figure suddenly moved closer.

The woman's hand touched Wu Chen's cheek the moment her body stabilized.

“[I must have it, you can be it.]”

There is a possibility.

Since all dragon priests have their own dragons, then the nameless dragon priest mask obtained from the "friend" must have originally belonged to a dragon that had made a covenant with him.

The dragon might be dead, devoured by a dragonborn emperor of Cyrodiil, and reduced to nothingness, but it might still be alive, sealed in a secret dragon mound, or even hidden in a corner of the continent.

Perhaps Mirmenil was this dragon.

Perhaps Milmonier is not.

But whether it was or not, Wu Chen had absolutely no intention of becoming someone's replacement or substitute. Because that was what he had always feared the most, even dreaded. That was—being too good.

Wu Chen is so outstanding when he wears the mask.

His ability to act, make decisions, observe, and judge was far superior to that of a normal Wu Chen. So, with such a powerful Wu Chen, what was the point of a weak Wu Chen?
It was Wu Chen, the time traveler, who aspired to achieve great things. It was Wu Chen, the time traveler, who identified with this continent. It was Wu Chen, the time traveler, who sought to conquer evil and darkness, to find self-satisfaction. It was Wu Chen, the time traveler, who sought to save the weak and earn gratitude and glory. His twenty years on Earth, though dull and ordinary, were a vital and indispensable part of who he was. And he had no intention of letting go.

"What if I'm not?" - Maybe I'll die.

Moment.

The woman before him seemed to transform into an abyss. A vast chasm stretched from his feet to the edge of the sky, and from it burst forth boiling, exploding fire. It roared at him, claws and fangs bared, charging towards him, ready to completely engulf him.

A sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

An ordinary sword, a commonplace sword, made of common steel and iron. Like a college student on Earth, it was commonplace and inconspicuous. The scratches and rust on the blade were as common and ordinary as his twenty years of city life.

How could such a sword stand up against the oncoming raging fire?
How can such a life carry the grandeur of a heroic epic?

His fingers burned, his blood burned. Every nerve stung like a drill. Perhaps in the next second, the sword would melt, and the flesh would evaporate, leaving only a carbonized skeleton crumbling into slag in the flames.

However, Wu Chen had already taken a step forward.

He didn't know what he was thinking, or perhaps he wasn't thinking anything at all. His body cracked, his arms bursting with scarlet blood bubbles. The sword he was clutching melted into a long, incandescent strip the moment he raised it, yet Wu Chen still managed to hold onto it, slashing at the oncoming flames with all his might!
"Dang——" The sword hit the target.

The sword struck the head of the woman who called herself 'Mil'.

The sea of ​​flames and the infernal abyss vanished silently, and the pervasive scorching heat vanished with it. The sword in his hand was the dagger he had purchased for twenty Septim in the Forest of Kyna, and it hadn't caused the woman before him even a scratch.

It's like chopping off a mountain.

Mountains made of iron are solid, majestic and magnificent.

However, the woman who was slashed was not angry, but just looked at him quietly.

"[You refused——You are indeed a good fit.]"

She had no intention of fighting - how could there be a fight between ants and Titans?
"……What do you mean?"

"If you agree, you will die."

"What do you mean?"

no answer.

But Wu Chen's perception of this information was an illusion—dragon priesthood wasn't a one-sided assignment, but a mutual choice. Worshipping dragons as gods was a believer's freedom. But to become a dragon priest, the only thing required was to risk everything and fight the dragon they wished to covenant with, until one of them fell.

Winning or losing but surviving, one can become a Dragon Priest. However, weak challengers who are not strong enough to defeat either will only become the corpse of an overconfident loser.

This is really a way of making a covenant in the style of the ancient Nords.

No matter what the reason, Wu Chen at this moment avoided the inevitable fate of death.

"[We will meet again, immature priest]" Long raised his foot and turned around.

There was a soft "bang" sound.

And the next moment, a strand of golden hair on her head, which was hit by the dagger, suddenly broke off - that was definitely not a result that Wu Chen's arm strength could achieve, and the golden hair immediately entangled Wu Chen's palm.

The other palm where the academy mark is not.

A scale-like mark then appeared on it.

"[I look forward to witnessing your power at that time]"

Knowledge exploded.

From within the scales, from within the seal, a trace of dragon's nature and power flowed into Wu Chen's body.

This is an agreement made without authorization and also compensation for provoking a dispute.

A permitted rune of power was activated.

It surged through Wu Chen's limbs and bones, and finally gathered in his throat, releasing outwards—

“Fus——!”

That is power.

The power shattered the land, air, and the illusion of the dragon disappearing before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)