Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 110: Ghost of the Ruins

[As expected. ]

A will wanders among the ancient ruins of the Holy King.

[A demon god, a descendant, and two mortals.]

[Under controllable range.]

It watched them, carefully and cautiously observing from every corner the change that had finally arrived after more than a hundred years of waiting. Its heart was impatient, and waves were surging in the depths of its thoughts.

It's been too long, it's been waiting too long.

It has been so long that many things, many things that it should remember firmly and never forget, have left it.

【who I am? 】

Its name should be Rolandil Besares. Many souls who came here along the stream of willpower called it by this name. They called it Your Majesty and were eaten by it, melted by it, and filled into the stone statues that gradually lost their vitality over time, without any resistance.

But I am not.

It felt that it was not, and it had no fondness for the name. It had a kind of contempt and contempt for it from the bottom of its heart, as if its essence was far above it.

【Indigenous people, just indigenous people.】

Thoughts continued to pour out of his mind, and the ancient anger once again surged inside and outside of him. The entire ruins trembled slightly because of his rage, and he let out a silent roar in his heart.

[Natives!] [Traitor!] [Chaindulux!]

Thoughts screamed deep within its soul, ripped at by the rage that hadn't dissipated for centuries. It shook the underground palace, watching the descendants it had chosen as sacrifices running around in panic. It knew that among them was a skilled magic caster even in the realm of mythology, and knew its advantage wasn't overwhelming.

so what?

They were just mere natives, just mere mortals. My former self and my companions risked their lives for these ant-like creatures. Yet, in the end, what awaited them was betrayal and death.

Rick.

A distant image emerged in his mind: the image of a companion who had fought alongside him, lived and died with him. Many warm memories flooded his mind, but in an instant, they all turned into a blazing fire of resentment, burning fiercely.

It remembered how it had arrived on this continent with its companions, and how they had embarked on a heroic journey together. Its companions were bright and brave, while it was cautious and suspicious. So they made a pact: one in the open, the other in the dark. Except through secret channels known only to each other, they would never speak or talk where outsiders could see.

As a result, they defeated many powerful enemies and grew rapidly.

Many warriors and followers gathered around them, and it disguised itself as one of them, following him as a companion.

And when they are strong enough, those people shamelessly beg for their power.

"Please, go and defeat those rebellious demons, because only then can you be considered a hero."

[Traitor! All traitors must die! All the natives must die!]

The companions agreed, and it agreed too. They had always dreamed of a legendary heroic journey—working together to defeat numerous formidable enemies. Their followers grew in number, and even the strongest demons fell before their might.

It was all supposed to end there.

A hero should return to his hometown with glory, live and work in peace and contentment, or be crowned king.

Yet betrayal occurred.

It had been an unexpected, resolute, and complete betrayal. It no longer remembered the specific details of that betrayal. But it still remembered the glorious dragon wings and the platinum armor.

No one helped them. Those lowly, dirty, ungrateful natives could only watch helplessly as their only companion finally met his demise. And after that, many things happened. By the time it could think again, it had arrived here, buried, imprisoned underground.

Where did it and its companions come from? It couldn't remember. Why were it and its companions so different? It had forgotten. Why was it so powerful in its memories, yet so weak now? It had no answer. It had forgotten so much, lost so much, but there was only one thing it still knew.

[I still remember that betrayal, I still remember the rage.] [I want to go back, I want revenge, I want to kill all the betrayers and their descendants! And I need a body that can hold me!]

The body had come, it had seen her.

She held a slight sense of threat, but it had already taken action to dispel that threat. It also maintained sufficient caution against the indigenous spellcaster, who was of the demon god level.

Just barely rank eight, a mere level fifty native. With the right amount of arcane knowledge, he could be easily contained. If one copy wasn't enough, there was always another. His own treasure trove already contained a considerable amount of leverage. And if he could distract the enemy and lower his guard, this somewhat talented native could become his own strength—at least, a decoy until he could regain his power.

And that time is coming soon.

........................

The earthquake stopped.

It came in waves, but the magnitude wasn't very large. At first, Calca and her companions were a little worried. But after seeing Wu Chen remained unfazed, they felt a little relieved.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal." They watched as Dust flipped through his newly acquired magic book while leisurely strolling through the magnificent ruins. His raised hand was like a pillar supporting the heavens, occasionally flickering above them, blocking any falling rocks.

"Even if this place collapses, I can still take everyone away. So, there's no need to panic."

Nothing was beyond his expectations.

And since he stood up as the backbone, the others naturally stopped panicking.

Even so, the dust that occasionally fell from the palace dome was always an unsettling omen, and the entire exploration team subconsciously sped up their movements.

Focus on the obvious areas.

Ignore those inconspicuous areas in the corners.

This means that some coupled light and shadow, a few well-placed scratches and collapses can effectively direct the explorers' gaze, allowing these slightly uneasy visitors to be guided to the correct direction of travel that the Lord of the Ruins expects.

A door soon appeared before them again. This time, before Kuirat could solve the puzzle, Remedios swung her holy sword and slashed at the door. A crack appeared in the door, triggering its protective measures. This time, before the group appeared a winged guardian forged from light, its strength comparable to that of a top-tier hero.

It was quickly defeated, easily restrained by Kuirat's amplified light binding technique. Remedios, wielding her holy sword, immediately struck down—both the elder and younger sisters' combat prowess had now reached the level of undeniable deviants. They defeated this formidable foe, a force they had previously struggled to defeat even with their combined strength, just as they had slain a steel-level demihuman warrior in the past.

Just a few times, just a few seconds.

Wu Chen's mind flashed with the 1200 resource points and the one Level 1 certificate he had received. This was because his Lightforged Guardian lacked any valuable abilities, which was why he was able to temporarily save these resources.

The feeling of having money in his pocket is not something he is used to. And this slight feeling of discomfort may be perceived as anxiety by those who have been paying attention to him.

Calca, who was following him, gently tugged at the corner of his shirt.

And in the void, the peeper who had forgotten his identity and hidden his whereabouts also smiled with satisfaction.

[Yes, that's it. A little more impatient, a little more distracted.]

【Attention is drawn to more valuable knowledge, and nerves are tense due to the atmosphere and environment.】

[And when you finally pass the difficult trials and defeat the powerful enemy... the relationship between you and me will undergo a change.]

Another round of slight but long vibration.

There was another pile of fallen stone chips and broken sand.

Behind the door of the treasury, a precious and complex magic book that could absolutely not improve the caster's immediate combat power was revealed from among the miscellaneous treasures that concealed it.

The Sixth-Level Magic: Hero's Feast

However, the trickle of willpower brought about by all these operations is always within Wu Chen's sight.

(End of this chapter)