Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 7 I am already dead because I am weak

Chapter 7: I am already dead because I am weak
Blood suddenly exploded.

When Wu Chen pulled the trigger, it wasn't just the Nord bandit known as 'Iron Axe' who was killed.

He killed someone.

Using my own hands, my own will, my own strength, my own decision, I killed a person.

And Wu Chen, who had always been law-abiding, civilized, and polite in his past years, and who had always had some crazy ideas in his mind but never crossed the line in reality, also died.

Feel……

——I don’t feel disgusted at all.

The mask was already on his face.

He didn't even need to lift a finger to put it on. The mask was already attached to his face. A vast torrent of magical power immediately boiled over. Divine knowledge transformed into instinct-driven ability.

"Wizard!" screamed the robbers.

"Kill him!" The bandit leader rushed forward, swinging his huge sword with a sound that broke through the air.

Shield, Iron Armor.

The silver-gray light curtain was faster than the swinging sword. The moment the greatsword reached his body, a transparent shield suddenly rose. The shield shattered beneath the blade, and the blade's edge slashed through Wu Chen's arm. However, the blow, weakened by the shield, was no longer enough to shake Wu Chen's arm, which was covered in steel armor.

The muzzle shifts.

The bandit leader dodged suddenly.

Yet the flames still burst forth, the bullets still fired. This strange pistol, in this world, had the same effect as a staff capable of unleashing high-level force bullets.

Wu Chen doesn't know how to use high-level energy bullets.

But this did not prevent another robber in the distance from having blood splattered on his chest.

The nameless dragon priest mask contained a wealth of knowledge. Besides the transformation spells that protected it, it also naturally contained a wealth of destructive power.

In the next instant, a spark suddenly emerged from his free palm—an unstable elemental core rapidly forming. A layer of restraint enveloped it, ensuring its explosive power. All that remained was to direct it with will, releasing it from his hand.

Fireball.

In the pan-multiverse, in almost all fantasy worldviews, there are iconic spells that can be used to prove that a wizard can stand on his own.

And the moment it was released, the robbers who knew the value of it let out a desperate roar.

"Intermediate wizard!"

It turned out to be the case.

Unlike the 'veteran destruction mage' described in the game, in the real world of The Elder Scrolls, this level of wizard is called a mid-level wizard.

Bandits knew its power, and they knew how to counter it. If they couldn't interrupt a spellcaster before they cast a spell, the only way to survive was to block the spell with something before it detonated, or to hide themselves.

The fireball had already left Wu Chen's palm.

At this moment, some people dodged, some resisted, and some desperately drew their bows and arrows and shot towards the direction where Wu Chen was.

'boom--! ! ! ’

Fiery flames and explosions.

In the fortress hall, which was no more than fifty square meters in size, exploding fireballs were accompanied by scorching impacts and waves of flames.

At that moment, Wu Chen was certain of one thing: the magical flames were indeed not ordinary flames. He deployed his shield to resist the impact, but he didn't feel the slightest heat.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The bandit who was still alive screamed.

The individual that was directly hit had already turned into exploded slag at this moment.

Several people affected had their arms and legs broken. They screamed and struggled to raise their weapons to continue fighting Wu Chen.

So……

"BOOM! ! ! ! "

Fireball, second shot.

Wu Chen didn't really know much about fighting, or even desperately trying to kill someone. But as someone who often played games, he knew that when a combat technique proved useful, repeating it was the best tactic.

All was quiet.

The few bandits who had been alive were all killed by this second fireball. Their fragments and debris, along with charred blood, splattered everywhere. Because Wu Chen had chosen the floor as his target, the entire tower shook slightly the moment the spell struck.

The power is probably roughly equivalent to a fully charged defensive grenade, or even significantly stronger.

Wu Chen took a deep breath.

Broken bodies were scattered everywhere, fragments of human tissue falling at his feet. Looking around, he saw no other living people besides himself. The air was filled with the stench of burning and death.

"I can not go back."

He did not see the bandit leader, nor did he see the orc who was said to be very powerful - both of them fled when the first fireball exploded, but their injuries were obviously serious.

He can't go back.

Even if he woke up right now and found himself lying in the intensive care unit with his friends around him, and everything he had experienced was just a dream, he could not go back.

He stepped over the broken limbs, feeling the slick, squished texture of flesh. The stench and the phantom screams of the dying echoed in his ears. His heart was filled with fear.

What frightened him was that he had no fear of what was happening before his eyes, what he had created with his own hands. On the contrary, he was filled with excitement and excitement. He couldn't wait to continue his journey and take the lives of the two bandits who were still alive.

——You were born a monster, Wu Chen.

——So, you were chosen and came here.

The fingers moved.

Take a step outward.

A raging fire was burning in the hall, and he walked towards the door on the flames.

His perception was exceptionally sharp at this moment, and every corner around him became exceptionally clear. Wu Chen was certain that there were hostile eyes directed at him, and they were hiding nearby.

Behind the door, in the corridor?
Ah, indeed, Wu Chen was extremely unfamiliar with this environment. As long as he left here, who knew how many strange ambushes or traps he would encounter.

but……

Wu Chen gently tapped the mask on his face.

He was not a mid-level wizard—without this mask, he wasn't even a wizard.

However, even with this mask on, he was not a proper mid-level wizard. Instead, he was a dragon priest capable of only casting mid-level spells.

A wheelchair dragon priest who lacks everything except mana.

Well, a wheelchair should look like a wheelchair.

He raised his hand, and the power of destruction appeared in his palm in another form.

It was thunder, the flashes of lightning transforming into blazing chains. Magical thunder still possessed some of the properties of regular thunder, but this property was the ability to track metal and leap across armor.

"Ka-la—" Lightning flashed.

A muffled groan came from outside the door.

Before the muffled groan could reach the ground, a fireball that was instantly generated had already blasted down towards the outside of the door!

explosion.

A loud and fiery explosion erupted. One fireball landed, followed by another. Wu Chen then stepped out from behind the solid stone fortress, treading on flames and ash. The moment he passed through the door, he casually unleashed another bolt of lightning.

The orc fell at the doorway, eyes filled with rage and despair. He possessed brute strength and martial arts skills, but he couldn't even take action, and thus met his death in shame.

This is what a wheelchair looks like.

Even if a mid-level wizard really stood here in his place, the outcome wouldn't be much different. Sure, the process might become more colorful, but in the end, everything would lead to death.

Wu Chen raised his eyes.

He saw the bandit leader, his body billowing with smoke, struggling and squirming, trying to escape into the distance. He and the orcs hid in the corridor together, hoping to give Wu Chen a surprise. In the end, he received this answer.

Wu Chen raised the gun in his hand towards the struggling bandit leader.

The bandit leader's eyes were immediately filled with despair.

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?!"

"How can your magic power be so immense!? This is completely different from those magic tricks!"

A dying man will not get answers.

Wu Chen was too lazy to answer a robber.

Before his eyes, a man without the ability to resist was struggling to stay alive. His hand was on the trigger, carefully savoring his inner thoughts.

No guilt.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

The kind-hearted Wu Chen of the past might never stand up to stop him.

"monster."

The trigger was pulled.

There was a gunshot.

Then came the second and third blasts. The steel on the bandit's body was surprisingly able to withstand the impact of the Desert Eagle's bullets.

But one shot is not enough, there is another shot.

Until death.

as well as……

A bell rang.

An inorganic broadcast sounded beside Wu Chen's ears.