Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 111: The Horned Messenger
The exploration continues.

Towards deeper, towards farther.

He found another valuable enchanted item in the second treasure house. It was a robe, but unfortunately it didn't suit his fighting style.

[Rogue of Tolerance - Once daily, the wearer gains significant damage reduction from non-malicious attacks. Three times daily, when the wearer is about to take damage, Mage Armor automatically activates.]

It costs 1000 points and one certificate, but Wu Chen wouldn't buy it. It's likely just a tool for protecting against accidental damage. As for the mage armor, it's probably not as powerful as his own armor spell.

Really not, he tried. Because this robe is now draped on Kuirat.

"It fits you well, and the effect is useful."

He said, looking over Kuirat's body. This robe also adopted the classic white and gold color combination of the Holy Kingdom, and compared with the previous set of priest robes, this one was more flattering.

Quillat also liked it, and her magic power was slightly enhanced because of it.

So, keep going.

Passing through the corridors and past the magnificent palace built on the edge of the underground canyon, along the way, there were classic ball-rolling mechanisms and more novel chain spell storms. Without exception, they were all stopped by Wu Chen's telekinetic ability.

He regained his original calm demeanor.

Just like before, no matter what problem he encountered, he could easily deal with it. Even if it was a giant golem guard that was more than ten meters tall and worth 2000+1, he could knock it down without any effort.

His physical strength seemed to be endless, and his magical power seemed to be endless.

It is like a flag, guiding everyone to victory.

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

Calca followed quietly behind. She watched him, gazed at him. Though she was in the ancestral treasure house, her heart was not at all focused on this place of inheritance.

Because she doesn't need to fight or think.

Since being transported to this ruin, her magic power had been virtually undiminished. As a former Iron-tier warrior within the Holy Kingdom, her well-equipped form was undoubtedly one of the strongest besides the Castoreo sisters. And in terms of healing and summoning alone, her proficiency surpassed even that of Kuirat, who had mastered the fifth-tier resurrection technique. Yet, now, she didn't even need to heal a single scratch.

Magic is of no use at all.

In other words, I am of no use at all.

While Queirat was still able to assess the surroundings and solve some time-consuming puzzles, Remedios was able to stand on the front lines, exploring numerous troublesome traps and drawing the attention of powerful guards, allowing Dust to more efficiently dispose of them.

And the reason why I was standing here was simply because Dust decided to bring me into this ruins, even though he was actually able to violently dismantle it all the way until he got the treasure.

Ordinary people might feel sorry for themselves and lose their self-esteem at this moment, or they might be inspired to fight, because talented warriors always have their own pride.

She might have been like this in the past, but now she only feels the beauty.

I was truly lucky to have met Dust. My country was truly fortunate to have welcomed such a powerful, gentle, and benevolent king—perhaps at this moment, his thoughts on me were more about possession and lust. But I could clearly sense the tenderness flowing through his fingertips as he touched me.

He had already taken one step. So I had to carefully take the remaining ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine, even nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. Because this was my duty as a wife, a concubine, and even a lover. Even if his heart was still an immeasurably long distance from mine, as long as it wasn't infinite, I should do my utmost to bridge it.

Would he like a gentle and virtuous lover? Or should he be a little naughty, more lively and cheerful in front of him?
What colors would he like? Would the white and gold I usually wear suit him? What kind of food would he like? Stir-fries, stews, soups? What proportions of saltiness and spice would he want?
The Saint King's daughter's emotions became complicated. She felt a little embarrassed because she didn't know anything about these important matters. What made her even more worried was that all the ideas she had mentioned above might be useless.

Perhaps all Dust wanted was a canary of noble pedigree, beautiful and graceful, available for him to admire and play with at any time, and one that wouldn't jump out and chirp while he was busy. But perhaps he needed a legitimate Holy King who could help him solve his problems, handle his paperwork, and be self-sufficient, without requiring his protection.

The latter possibility was actually very high, because Dust had emphasized to her several times that he would not seize power from her, and would not waste energy on anything other than war - because Dust had already told her about his grand vision for the Holy Kingdom, and in the end, invited her to join him and help.

Of course she would do that. She was willing to marry Dust because she wanted to make the country a better place. But...

Why couldn't a sage king who could walk with him and help him solve his problems also be a beautiful little bird that he loved?
Her heart beat softly. A burning heat coursed through her body. Her upbringing as a princess-to-be, before she turned fifteen, resurfaced from the depths of her memory. She still remembered the Holy King's oath and still wanted to protect her country. Yet, at the same time, a desire to sacrifice herself for someone else emerged within her.

I want to make him happy, want to make him laugh, and then I can get satisfaction, even if I get nothing.

——I...seem to be acting strangely.

Was it because last night was too intense and too memorable?

Or, is it that I just have such thoughts because I have witnessed the power of that mythical realm?
Calca didn't know the answer, but she didn't see any harm in doing so. Perhaps the underlying reason wouldn't be immediately clear, but it wasn't a big deal.

After all, he was still very young. And so was Dust. So, naturally, he still had a lot of time left.

Lips, gently pursed.

However, the next moment, Duster, who had been protecting her, gently pressed her shoulders.

"Get ready," she heard Dust's voice. She saw Querat, beside her, already gripping his staff. Remedios, walking in the front, had already grasped her sword with both hands, maintaining alert, keeping a watchful eye on the target ahead.

The inner temple mentioned by the first Holy King is now within reach.

A winged being, bearing pure wings and shrouded in radiance, with key parts shielded by metal, yet all its flesh and blood radiating like jade, quietly stood guard in front of the temple.

Its feet hovered in the air, and a delicate horn hung from its waist. When it opened its eyes, revealing those blazing, inorganic eyes, everyone felt a tingling and itching sensation in their hearts and necks.

The Celestial Clan, no doubt about it.

Wu Chen knew of these creatures. They were kind and powerful, staunch pillars of justice within the Kingdom's universe. They were naturally immune to lightning and resistant to many spells. Furthermore, their challenge level was generally quite high.

Its CR is at least 10, and the one in front of me is probably at least 14 or even higher. This means it is likely able to use seventh-level magic, or in other words, seventh-tier magic.

It's a strong enemy.

In the Undead King's hierarchy, its strength was perhaps around level 50 or higher. It was undoubtedly a creature of myth, possessing such power that the natives would unjustly call it a demon.

So--

He raised his hand, and a series of status spells were immediately applied to himself and his allies. Meanwhile, the celestial being, who had been on standby just a moment before, had already blown the sacred horn in its hand!
'beep--!!!!'

It's the Horn Messenger! Its horn can scare nearby targets!
(End of this chapter)