Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 123: Transition
"Daxter, you're going too far! It's so big, it hurts!"

The outcome is decided the moment the golden dragon form appears.

Calca was captured, and the other small mechanical angels were shattered in the sweep. Even though Wu Chen had restrained most of his strength, the Custodio and his sister were still startled when the golden dragon's tail, like a city wall, swept towards them.

That was a truly formidable tail—Remedios stepped in front of her sister, and the result was that they were both swatted like flies onto the outer wall of the chamber's demiplane. After all, while the Alliance Mark could certainly protect against friendly spell damage, it offered no escape from purely physical effects.

"Quirat." Her sister grabbed her. "Don't mess around."

"Sister, you're not on my side anymore!" The younger sister turned her head sharply, looking at her with exaggerated and artificial sadness. "You've changed! You don't want me anymore!"

Looks energetic.

The next moment, the two sisters were shoving each other, falling to the ground and rolling in a ball. It was quite noisy indeed.

The contest is over.

Wu Chen shook his head, his body returning to its original form. His dragon-like hand still held Calca in his embrace, and the girl, having removed her High God visage, folded her wings and lay limply in his arms.

"Have they always been like this?" He gestured towards the two sisters, who were already pulling each other's hair and biting each other's ears. In theory, Remedios could knock Querita unconscious with a single slap, but right now, it looked like the two were locked in a close fight.

"That was a long time ago." Calca hugged her a little tighter. "A long time ago, before I ascended the throne, the three of us would often play and quarrel like this. But after my father tragically died on the front lines, I never saw them like that again—Quirat always had to help me with my plans, Remedios spent almost every day touring various cities and conquering demihumans. And I..."

"...We grew up together by more than a decade overnight. Ever since I ascended the Holy King's throne, I've never seen Kuirat smile happily again. And Remedios no longer disciplines her disobedient sister like she once did... Because in the most dangerous times, even our daily meals depended on Kuirat's wisdom."

She buried her head in Wu Chen's chest, her soft hair swaying slightly in the wind.

"I owe them a lot, and I thought I would never be able to repay them. But now... I feel very satisfied."

My sister can finally give up thinking.

My sister can finally think independently.

Whether this was a fleeting respite or the beginning of a bright future depended on the ensuing battle before the Emperor and the series of conflicts that arose from it. The Preya remains's last words were not alarmist, but as for the intelligence it contained, it was difficult to discern the truth.

The most advanced world-class props.

The secrets of the ancient guild headquarters.

Both of these were valuable bargaining chips capable of turning the tide of battle in an instant—but the more they were valued, the greater the chance of falling into a trap. The secret passage it had claimed before dissipating, leading to the Sky City and the trials, might not be true. Or rather, it wasn't entirely true.

——The key point always lies in your own strength.

A moment of hesitation.

"Don't worry," Wu Chen whispered in her ear, "You can rely on me. This is my promise to you, to all of you, and to the nations on this land."

Her body shuddered, and she uttered a soft "hmm." Then she stopped talking—and the distant clamor gradually quieted down. Within her chest, her heartbeat began to match Wu Chen's.

Her breathing rate gradually synchronized. Her body temperature, heartbeat, and countless other subtle details gradually became equivalent to Wu Chen's parameters. The progress of the Alliance Mark increased at an exceptionally efficient rate at this moment, perhaps because she was willingly immersing herself in Wu Chen's world.

One second, two seconds. Then minutes of silence passed.

Wu Chen released Calca and shifted his gaze. A portal in the distance opened. It was a magnificent reception hall, suitable for dining, connected to various areas of varying sizes for rest, bathing, and entertainment.

The default design is quite in line with Wu Chen's own preferences.

After completing the journey to the ruins, Wu Chen no longer needed to worry about food or the like. The magic immediately took effect.

Sixth-tier magic: Hero's Banquet.

A sumptuous feast suddenly materialized on the long table. Each dish exuded an alluring aroma, its appearance and flavor perfectly in keeping with the local flavors of the Holy Kingdom. A vast and mysterious aura silently flowed through the dishes, promising comprehensive benefits for the entire day.

This seems to mean something.

The playful banter between the two sisters ended with the elder sister holding the younger sister upside down by the ankles. The younger sister had to desperately cover herself with her loose robe, unable to free her hands, and could only beg for mercy and surrender. Calca's face flushed slightly, and her slender fingers fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

"Wait, after the meal, are you going to rest?"

"There is still some activity." Wu Chen nodded. He felt the emotions surging from the other side of the alliance mark like a tide.

"Just us? Or maybe someone else... Kuirat might be a little shy about this."

"Gu!" The high priest, having been put down by her sister, turned his head awkwardly. On the other hand, her normally serious sister, a Paladin, appeared calm and composed, even with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

This is also a matter of course.

Because Remedios's connection with Wu Chen lasted longer, half a day, but it was enough for her to distinguish which ideas came from herself and which ideas came from Wu Chen.

A matter of experience, a natural result.

Wu Chen then raised his hand and gently struck Calca on the top of her head with a knife.

"I think you're thinking something strange, but what I mean is that we still have to continue training, fighting, and mastering our new abilities and spells."

“…Huh?” The girl with ankle-length blonde hair covered her head and blinked.

"And—" He suddenly pulled her close and whispered beside her ear, which had suddenly turned red and hot. "It will take me at least a few more days to learn the seventh-level teleportation technique. The event you think you're going to encounter will happen soon."

"Eh!!!" The girl's face turned red from her ears to her neck.

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Time just flows by.

The world continues to operate according to the baton wielded by Wu Chen.

While Wu Chen was familiarizing himself with the new combat style in his secret chamber demiplane, and deepening his friendship and developing a tacit understanding with his allies, the first, and perhaps the strongest, batch of warriors had already arrived in various parts of Kalinxia.

Among them were the renowned Blue Rose Adventurers and the recently rising Dark Hero Duo. Deviant individuals from the Theocracy also visited the kingdom via teleportation, and in obscure corners, Fluder, the patron saint of the Baharus Empire, who had been stuck at the limits of humanity for many years, had quietly found a home.

There was some interaction between them. They were both undoubtedly at the pinnacle of power in the human world, and when Ainz Ooal Gown chose to act cautiously, they could roughly sense each other's presence—after a few small attempts, each of them paused. Naturally, their actions were also exposed to the eyes of Wu Chen, who controlled the tide of willpower.

Ainz Ooal Gown was unable to find Wu Chen - the Great Tomb's spells, secret treasures, and elite scouts were unable to discover the Holy King's Secret Vault that even the former Platinum Dragon King could not find - so the Great Tomb became more conservative in its actions.

As expected, Wu Chen understood Ainz Ooal Gown and could roughly estimate its movements.

He could even guess that when Ainz Ooal Gown, aliased as Flying Squirrel, hesitated in Kalinsha, his loyal subordinates would be impatient to act on their own, attempting to share their master's worries.

(End of this chapter)