Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 126: Before the War
There is a strange feeling.

Deep within the secret chamber, Wu Chen slowly opened his eyes. He felt refreshed and relaxed. The wind between his fingers caressed his skin, leaving him feeling exceptionally content.

Something happened.

A very good thing for me.

Chance and necessity intertwined to achieve results. Of course, this could also be because some of my small wishes were fulfilled not long ago.

——Stacked up!
A lovely sound came from beside him. But now was no time to linger in the gentleness of the moment. He stood up silently, cast a cleansing spell on himself, raised his hand, and placed today's hero feast in the room. Then he straightened his clothes and walked out.

The square in the center of the chamber was silent.

Only the light from the central dome was pouring down.

I'd already been in this ruin for several days. I'd already gained some proficiency in my newly acquired martial arts, and had dabbled in many low-level spells. But most crucially, I had the seventh-tier, no-prerequisite teleportation spell I needed to leave. I'd already grasped some of its details.

You can give it a try.

But not trying that here.

His thoughts shifted, and his body had already emerged from the secret room. The familiar ancient secret vault once again emerged within Wu Chen's vision. He then closed the door, leaving a mark. Then he closed his eyes.

The Royal Chamber differs from regular mansion spells—even if the spell is deactivated, the people and objects within will not be forcibly ejected. It's actually a fixed-size demiplane. It can be opened anywhere in this world, as long as the point of opening is within the current plane.

Touch the ground with your toes.

The senses extend outward.

In my mind, I imagined the scene of my destination. Then—

Transmit.

Everything before my eyes changed immediately.

Solo teleportation has the lowest degree of difficulty.

When the surrounding scene returned to stability, a not very familiar town appeared in his sight.

This is indeed the surface.

This is indeed the land of the Holy Kingdom.

There was a river not far away, and a castle beyond the town. The tide of willpower still flowed through the void, within the range that Wu Chen could observe and interfere with. He immediately understood where this area was.

There was a problem with the transmission.

This wasn't Kalinsha, where he'd only spent one night and, strictly speaking, wasn't familiar to him. Instead, he was in the outskirts of a town somewhere in the southern Holy Kingdom of Babur. In other words, he was directly above the secret vault of the ruins. And the ruins lay just six hundred meters below him.

It's just a matter of proficiency.

Just one more transmission is needed to succeed.

Wu Chen raised his hand and constructed a door to the secret room beside him. But before he stepped inside——

In the distance, above the town, a brand new flag was fluttering in the wind.

That doesn't seem to be the flag of the Holy Kingdom.

But this is indeed the territory of the Holy Kingdom.

Wu Chen's land.

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

Count Kemal sat in his hall, stroking the signet ring on his finger with some uneasiness. Not long ago, he had done something bold, and it made his heart beat uncomfortably.

He killed some people.

He raised a flag.

He had done something that had angered Hobans... no, now, Kalinsha. But he had to do it. "Why did you betray the Holy Kingdom?"

Someone pushed open the door.

He was about to raise his hand, shout angrily, and call out to his guards, but before he could speak, he saw a red glow flash at the end of his vision.

So he fell silent, because the person who was pushing the door open was his best friend—although he didn't remember his best friend's name, he felt that he could tell the other person all his secrets.

"I have to do this." He looked at his best friend, the foreign youth with black hair and black eyes. Behind the young man, three familiar-looking women were following him.

"My family has ruled this land for a hundred years. I cannot allow a regent who appears out of nowhere to take away my land and wealth. I have a hundred thoroughbred horses to feed, as well as my dogs and canaries. My daily expenses are at least fifteen gold coins, and I would feel very uncomfortable if I didn't change my maid for three days."

One of the three women had a betrayed expression, while another sneered, and one was indifferent... Ah, he remembered. That was his majesty, his former majesty. He had pledged allegiance to her, and the two around her were her advisors and henchmen.

Strange, weren't the three sisters said to be serving the regent in Kalinsha's palace? It was said they hadn't appeared in public for seven consecutive days, so logically, at least two of them should have been ruined, right?
"So you chose to fight to the bitter end," the black-haired friend continued. "You killed the envoy from Kalinxia and raised the banner of independence. But such a thing can never be done by one person. I believe you must have a lot of allies."

"Mind sharing?"

A flicker of resistance rose in Kemal's heart. He subconsciously glanced at his seal ring, a treasure passed down from his ancestors to counteract charm spells. But that resistance quickly vanished, as the ruby ​​on the seal ring had shattered into powder without him noticing.

My ancestors seemed to have a motto: when this ring breaks, the family bloodline will be cut off. It seems that now, I will die here.

But I still have to reply to my best friends first.

"Well, it's mainly Duke Dolan who's in charge, followed by Marquis Gureg and Marquis Ross. Earl Rick is also one of ours. And then there's me. Besides that, there are these..."

Kemal spoke a long list of names, and his best friend thoughtfully gave him paper and pen. So the names became scrolls, and the corresponding letters were taken out from the secret drawer under the throne.

"I see." The close friend accepted the list.

"So, who in this city are your diehard fans, and who haven't gone along with you? If you don't mind, could you write me another list?"

Count Kemal certainly didn't mind.

He only cares about one name.

"That's too much to say 'complice to the crime,'" he muttered, grumbling at his friend's choice of words. Then, he swiftly wrote out a new list. It included his most loyal confidants, as well as his family, children, illegitimate children, and even mistresses. Another list, however, mostly pointed to dungeons or execution memoranda.

"Is that all?" The best friend was referring to the second... or to be exact, the third portion.

"It couldn't be helped. I had to eliminate those diehard Calca loyalists immediately." He tilted his head, glancing at the familiar face crowned with gold. "You should understand, the Overseer Knight you sent here was a bit too stubborn. She refused to accept my money, nor did I try to win her over. I had to gather a team of archers and shoot her with about a hundred arrows. But don't worry, I've already fed her body to the dogs. It's unlikely she'll be revived."

The close friend glanced at the Holy Queen.

"Do you want me to leave him to you? Or should I handle him my way? As for the dead, well... you should know that there are higher types of resurrection techniques than the fifth level."

"...Leave it to me." The woman in the golden crown nodded sadly. "I am no longer the same person I once was. I will take action and avenge all those who have been loyal to me."

The golden crown glowed, and angels appeared one after another around her. Kemal knew this spell; it was a secret ritual passed down by the Holy King, used only on the most crucial battlefields. He could never have imagined that he would be wiped out by such a power.

"Are you going to kill me, Your Majesty, Kalca?" Count Kemal looked at her seriously. "But my dear friend may still need my services. Can you at least wait until my mission is over?"

"Dust..." Calca looked at Kemal's best friend. "I want him to... die knowingly."

The spell is lifted.

The earl's eyes reflected many details of the hall. He saw his guards fall to the ground, and he also saw his own inevitable death. The blood drained from his face in an instant. And in the next moment, he screamed and begged for mercy.

"Spare me! Your Majesty! Spare me, I am still useful... I still have hidden treasures!"

The sword-wielding angel stepped forward silently, his wails and pleas for mercy instantly transforming into screams of being pierced. He was pierced, nailed to his throne. His death would come in half an hour, and this was only the beginning, as an endless stream of angels poured out, using the list to aid in identification and began targeted erasure.

There are still several days until the Regent's tournament.

A noble regent needs a clean country and an opening decoration that can demonstrate the king's majesty.

That could be the pile of corpses of the rebels.

(End of this chapter)