Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 119: Transformed into a Dragon
Variety.

Magical energy bursts out from within the body.

Wu Chen clearly felt his height increase dramatically, his field of vision suddenly expanding. His human vision, staring straight ahead, suddenly shifted to the all-encompassing vision of a dragon. Every corner of his body was instantly filled with explosive power.

Something sank, and something else rose. The many bonuses brought by the Holy Descendants faded silently, but the newly acquired power immediately made up for the lost part and continued to grow stronger.

A massive golden dragon, a hundred meters long, materialized. It slithered like a snake, yet boasted thick, resilient armor. Unlike the one transformed from the Saint King's remains, the dragon Wu Chen transformed into leaned more towards the 2E version than the 3R version. Even with wings still strapped to its back, it exuded a strange elegance.

And the whispers of the world's voice also appeared in his ears.

——[Losed 'Saint Descendant Lv5']

——[Obtained 'Baby Dragon Lv10']

——[Obtained 'Young Dragon Lv10']

——[Obtained 'Young Dragon Lv10']

——[Obtained 'Old Dragon Lv10']

He was only one step away from becoming an ancient dragon, and Wu Chen's own biological level also increased rapidly.

Level 67. Taking into account the growth bonuses from high-level professions, his combat power in this world should be roughly equivalent to that of an ancient dragon of around level 75. And coupled with his unique Mundus spellcasting ability, he could even be called a true dragon king on this continent.

"Ah……"

A whisper. The sound, in the form of a dragon's roar, erupted like thunder. Perhaps due to his Level 2 Young God status, Wu Chen's dragon nature had no negative impact on him. On the contrary, a sense of solid foundation materialized within him at that moment.

Using the Saint's traits to directly skip low- and mid-level classes was ultimately a bit too much of a stretch. Wu Chen knew he hadn't fully utilized the potential of those high-level classes, which were originally only accessible at level 50, or even 75. He had always insisted on completing a full row of low-level classes, not only because he didn't have enough souls to spend, but also because it would have been a waste of this otherworldly talent. But now, he felt that everything was fine.

Dragons are the most powerful bloodline in this world. Their racial class possesses both combat and magic traits, and each level of growth, even for a young dragon, surpasses that of a typical mid-level class.

——Try it.

Martial arts, ability improvement - super ability improvement.

The physical performance continued to increase rapidly in proportion to this moment. At this moment, Wu Chen understood why the Great Tomb forces in the original text valued this power so much—he only moved slightly, and the surrounding scenery stretched out in a rapid movement.

"Boom—" Just moving created a sonic boom. If combined with a martial art that could break through with a gust of wind, the speed might be even greater. Swinging the claws on top of that could easily unleash a massive storm.

This 'secret room' seemed too small at this moment. Wu Chen then took a deep breath, and the golden flames he exhaled instantly transformed into a blazing light.

Breath, transformation.

The golden flames suddenly shifted, transforming into a concentration of acid fire and lightning the moment they were spoken. Four distinct elemental forces collided, rubbed against each other, and reacted violently. Upon reaching their target—a certain empty patch of land—they triggered a fiery elemental explosion.

"BOOM! ! ! ! "

Elemental Blades, Activation, and Breath Weapons are naturally considered a type of weapon. And they can even be enhanced by martial arts and metamagic techniques!

The shattered space was now stained pure white. The massive shockwave tore through space itself, causing the entire chamber's demiplane to violently tremble. This forced Wu Chen, who was only halfway through his outburst, to shut up. He suspected that if he continued, the entire chamber would be destroyed by the chain reaction of elemental explosions!

He wasn't afraid, but there were still many precious and fragile treasures in this space. The golden dragon spread its wings and blocked the secret treasure behind it in the huge wind.

Wu Chen discovered he had gained a new ability—he could now sense where valuable treasures lay hidden without even looking. Perhaps this was to make up for his regret at not finding many proper treasure chests in Nairn, and he now felt that even after dissolving his behemoth form, he might still retain some of this treasure-hunting power.

It seems that Young God Level 2 is even better than expected. Transforming into a Behemoth is theoretically affected by the Behemoth's own bloodline, but I can actually do it without regard for the bad.

It's really powerful. Wu Chen shook his head and cancelled his transformation.

In the blink of an eye, the massive golden dragon's body returned to its original form. Wu Chen stretched his limbs, feeling no change from before. Forty levels of dragon veins silently vanished, and the characteristics of the Holy Descendant returned to him. His mind suddenly seemed to clear a little, and he became as agile and skilled in casting spells as before.

The five fingers were slightly closed together.

"It seems the dragon form is more suitable for close combat... Tsk, abandoning the golden dragon's arrogance and obsessive-compulsive disorder of doing good deeds, but also lowering the priority of spellcasting in my mind. I should obviously try out the effects of various magic first, and then consider close combat..."

Thoughts turning.

However, Wu Chen immediately realized the fallacy.

It wasn't that the dragon form had subconsciously forgotten to cast the spell, but rather that after upgrading fifteen combat classes in a row, he had essentially forgotten about it. His defeat of the Saint King's remains was largely due to the unexpected attack he had taken on a golden dragon whose every strategy was directed at the spellcaster. The dragon had no idea that his melee ability could be exponentially increased in an instant!

This victory was not taken for granted.

It won by coincidence, by luck. It won by the opponent's flustered reaction and misjudgment. This doesn't mean that having gained fifteen combat classes and fully transformed them through the power of the Negation Blade is truly stronger than that old golden dragon with the same dozens of spellcasting levels.

“…I didn’t get along well.”

Wu Chen came to a conclusion.

He became a magic swordsman, but he hadn't mastered the magic swordsman's methods. His mind was focused on one thing: swinging with a sword, casting spells with a staff. But he couldn't even grasp the specific coordination and coordination, the combined magic and martial arts techniques.

It wasn't that they hadn't adjusted well, it was that they hadn't adjusted at all. This was the inevitable side effect of suddenly gaining immense power. And in this regard, even Flying Squirrel, who had only played PVP before crossing over, was stronger than him!

At least Momonga had played PVP before and knew how his fellow Magic Swordsmen wielded their powers. However, he himself...

——It seems that I really have to stay in these ruins for a while longer.

He sighed silently and waved his hand. Telekinesis seized all the valuable treasures in his massive, concentrated palm. He took a step, and the next moment, he reappeared above the inner temple.

The transformation ceremony of the Bantian tribe is nearing its end.

Calca and the other two, oblivious, quietly soaked in the pool, its sacred luster gradually fading. Their bodies glowed faintly—a sign that the divine power had penetrated their very bones. Winged phantoms emerged behind the Custodio sisters, gradually fading as the ritual concluded. Meanwhile, the golden crown atop Calca's head radiated a brilliant light.

The power hidden in that strange object was released.

According to the player remains, the golden crown contained a blood-binding spell called 'Vision of the High God.' It not only significantly enhanced Calca's overall parameters, but also granted her a pair of celestial wings and significantly strengthened her divine powers.

The local version of the Dragon Sacrifice Mask was weaker and more limited in application than Wu Chen's. However, its power was undeniable. Wearing it, Calca would undoubtedly enter the realm of myth, transcending her mere figurehead status to become a true helper.

Fortunately.

Wu Chen looked at his palm.

The Young God's Level 2 granted it the power of a twin soul. He could simultaneously cast three spells, and naturally, possess three summon slots. The number of Alliance Marks was no longer one, but three. Perfect, use them all.

But before that...

A tide of willpower surged, forming an illusory scene between Wu Chen's fingers. It was somewhat difficult to speak directly about the murder of Calca's ancestors. After all, Rolandil had been possessed before the founding of the Holy Kingdom, and this kinship could not be simply erased.

They need to be given a reason, an explanation, or at the very least, a suitable way out.

(End of this chapter)