Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 130: The Grand Master's (?) Collection

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Wu Chen rested his chin on his hand, examining the resurrected corpse before him. The resurrection spell had worked perfectly; the deceased Imperial Archmage had returned from the underworld at the cost of a four-level demotion—he had indeed killed it before, but without any notification.

Just like when he cleared out the southern noble faction, just like when he killed thousands of private armies, mercenaries, knights, and magic casters one by one.

They should have contributed resource points to him and purchased the voucher, but they didn't.

The reason for this may be that he leveled up fifteen times in one go and became too strong.

——Consumption has been upgraded.

This was natural, destined to happen. After all, before, individuals at the abnormal level had to brace themselves to avoid a disaster. But now...

Chaos Aura, open.

Boiling fire, ice, thunder, and acid surged across the arena at Wu Chen's command. He steered clear of the resurrected Imperial Mage—he had no doubt that relying solely on his passive abilities would render him utterly devastated and severely damaged. Physically, he completely eliminated any possibility of harm.

The next moment, the old wizard knelt on the ground and spoke trembling words with a voice full of joy.

"This...this is so terrifying..."

The chaotic spiritual energy gathered. Wu Chen's fingertips gently pressed against the stone handrail. He had a vague idea of ​​why Fluder had dared to become his enemy. Now he would verify it.

"Look up," he said.

He guided his inner soul energy through the fire of life, and the magical reserves that were as vast as the ocean and not much less than those of a genuine dragon priest were completely transformed at this moment.

"Hehe—" He saw the white-haired Imperial Mage's eyes widen, and a series of coughing sounds like suffocation came from his throat. His fingers covered with magic rings trembled constantly, and he wanted to lift them, but subconsciously pressed them down.

Because he saw it.

What he hadn't seen before now appeared unmistakably within his perception. The vast sea of ​​magical power seemed to transform into a massive pillar of cloud rising into the sky, shaking even the sky above, tearing open a pristine night sky!

Sweat soaked his robes at that moment. It wasn't fear, but excitement. This incomparable and immense magical power was enough to surpass all the powers he knew.

He has lived for more than two hundred years.

He knew that the sixth level he was at was the limit of human beings and it would be difficult to break through and move forward.

But he had also traveled to many parts of the continent, visited the floating city within the world, met the ancient and powerful dragon kings and behemoths, and witnessed the great magic that existed only in myths and stories, and was unimaginable to ordinary people.

The sixth level represents the limit of humankind. The seventh and eighth levels are ancient myths, remnants of the demon wars he personally experienced in his youth. And the ninth level, further up, represents the immense power only ancient dragons and powerful demons can display. And the legendary tenth level exists only in theory.

Who in the world could wield such great magic? Even Fluder Paradine, whose secret faith he held, the god of magic said to have performed miracles during the time of the Thirteen Heroes, could never display such power. Yet, at that moment, a single, all-too-clear realization crossed Fluder Paradine's vision.

His innate talent was telling him a piece of information that was certain.

That was the great man in front of him, who undoubtedly possessed the tenth-order magic that could be used and released at any time!

"How...how stupid I am."

The old man knocked his head against the ground, sweat and tears streaming down his face.

"The Demon King is right before my eyes, yet I dare to use such vile and shallow magic... Ah, my lord, the Demon King. Please forgive my offense and let me follow you. I am willing to pay any price. As long as I can do it, I am willing to do anything!"

He banged his head hard, even if it broke the stone floor and blood and shattered bones flowed down. Because in this moment, he finally saw the goal he had pursued his whole life, his wish, his faith. And he would seize this glimmer of glory at all costs. Invisible power emerged from nowhere.

He could no longer kowtow, but he also couldn't stand up. A glow emerged from the consecrated floor, healing the wounds he had inflicted through his own actions. And suddenly, his back felt a burning pain, as the Demon King's gaze fell upon his body.

The Grand Mage of the Empire suddenly shut his mouth, awaiting his fate and judgment. He couldn't wait to listen to the Demon King's teachings, or to face the punishment that would cleanse him of his sins of offending the divine majesty.

"First, I am not a demon, nor am I the king of demons." The voice was so ordinary, yet to Fluder's ears it seemed to hold a vast amount of majesty and profound knowledge. This was undoubtedly an oracle, and regret filled his body.

How foolish was he to give this unprecedented great being the title of a weakling vanquished by mere human heroes. Aren't demons merely weaklings vanquished by the thirteen heroes? Then wouldn't the so-called Demon King be the king of the weak?
"Second, you can no longer call yourself a great wizard." The great man said the second sentence.

The invisible pressure dissipated immediately, and the third sentence was still lingering. Undoubtedly, these two sentences were a rebuke and correction of the presumptuous act. He had actually offended this great man twice in such a short time!

Stupid is no longer enough to describe himself. The old wizard of the empire was filled with despair.

"I, I know I'm wrong..." He uttered a groaning whine. "...Please give me another chance. I...I want to learn more sophisticated magic!"

The scrutinizing gaze faded.

In the following seconds, each second seemed longer than a hundred years. And when every bone in Fluder's body trembled, and the trembling and chilling coldness nearly froze his soul, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"What can you offer me?"

"Everything!"—that's what he was going to say.

But he immediately realized that he had said he would offer everything—so, wasn't the matter before him obvious? The Great One was omnipotent and possessed everything, but did the Great One have to choose the tribute that caught their eye?
This is disrespectful, and true believers should prepare an offering that pleases the Great One and then offer it with the utmost piety, because it is a great honor for the offerer to have his offering accepted by the Great One.

So, what is the most valuable offering in your hand that can make the gods smile?
My own life, my soul? — No, I was executed for offending the divine majesty, and was allowed back to the world of the living because I was useful. My life and soul have long been in the hands of the Great One, and I cannot offer them up again as a sacrifice.

So, the Bahars Empire? Yes, he had been operating there for over a hundred years, cultivating countless loyal followers and apprentices. With a single command, he could effectively dethrone Gilkunif in an instant and eliminate all potential threats within the empire within a week...

...But the problem is, this kind of thing doesn't need to be done by oneself. As long as the great one is willing to move, or even speak a word, then perhaps in less than a few hours, his imperial student will willingly hand over the entire empire.

No, no matter how you look at it, it's impossible... Then what else is there? A beauty who can serve the Great One? As much as I hate to admit it, looking across the entire human world, I'm afraid there's truly no beauty who can compare to the Holy Queen Calca in both upbringing and beauty... Perhaps the Golden Princess of Re-Estize and the Queen of the Dragon Kingdom have some competition. However, Calca has two stunning beauties by her side, which completely eclipses the others, not to mention the Baharus Empire, which isn't known for its beauties to begin with.

Unexpected...

Fluder bit his lip so hard that blood trickled from the wound. He really didn't want to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because he wanted to delve deeper into the depths of magic.

magic……

The old wizard's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Sir, please allow me to leave for a moment." He received permission and hurriedly stood up - his figure suddenly disappeared in the teleporting glow. And soon...

A huge, ancient treasure chest, held tightly in his arms, reappeared in the arena.

"These are all the magic books I've collected since I started learning magic, as well as the insights I've written down while learning each spell... Please teach me, sir!"

It was a treasure, the books in the chest enough to fill half a library. This was all he had ever known and learned. And now, he brought it all to lay at the feet of the Great One!

He was finally blessed with an interested look from a great man.

(End of this chapter)