Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 146 The Root of Corruption
It was a fully grown green dragon.

It fell from the sky.

It still had a sliver of life left as it fell, for it had its last bit of strength left, and it let out a sharp, dying scream.

It fell onto the desolate ground before the two armies, where the remains of the demi-human rabble now lay scattered. It even twitched and struggled on the ground for a moment, then—

'Boom—!' The second dragon's corpse fell silently to the ground not far away.

The royal army's march was thus thrown into disarray. Powered by the dragons, they were naturally also affected by them. Just as the Aberlein Hills demi-people, who had been brought together, collapsed upon witnessing the successive falls of their kings, the same turmoil arose within them.

"Hold on!" "Keep moving!"

While the venomous lizardmen managed to maintain order, the swamp hydras and earth-dwelling wyverns halted their advance, swaying restlessly. Their initially aggressive march was thus dealt a heavy blow. As archers and magic chanters on the high walls knocked down the acid balls spewed by the hydras one by one, cheers echoed throughout the high walls of the Holy Kingdom.

"May His Majesty the Regent be victorious!"

"May the dragon slayer be victorious!"

Above the sky, swirling clouds obscured the vast battlefield. The glow of spells and the roars of dragons rose and fell, occasionally accompanied by bursts of escaping power storms.

'Crack—!' That was a burst of lightning, tearing apart and washing away the boiling clouds. And accompanied by an exceptionally loud dragon curse, a powerful enough dragon fell from the sky along with charred black smoke as it was torn apart by the lightning.

An elderly green dragon, perhaps the Dragon King's brother or concubine. It was the fourth dragon to die in this battle. And this time, Wu Chen descended with its corpse.

His sword was still stuck in the skull of the old green dragon.

As he pulled it out, a large amount of dragon blood stained the ground beneath his feet, littered with the corpses of demi-humans. Dozens of nearby skeletons twisted and dissolved in the dragon blood. A little further away, several remaining demi-human soldiers, still breathing, screamed as the dragon blood splattered, large amounts of superfluous tissue bursting from their wounds before they died in agony.

Wu Chen doesn't need dragon blood—dragon blood would even avoid him. He simply stands atop the dragon's head, fully savoring the power of the burning dragon soul.

—【World Champion (Degraded) Lv4 obtained, all attributes greatly improved.】

Mil only gave him three power runes, and even with the dragon souls, he couldn't unlock more runes. But after the souls of these three powerful dragons burned out, what he received was resources to raise his class level by four.

Killing just one more might bring them to level five. But Wu Chen gave them a chance to retreat, for he could clearly sense the fear and hesitation within the dragon horde. The dragon king known as 'Rotten Root' had yet to appear. And the dragons fighting him were not displaying their full power.

All the dead were green dragons. The red and blue dragons remained lingering on the edge of the battlefield. This proves that the Corrupted Kingdom has not reached a consensus on decision-making, and perhaps there is still room for discussion in the coming days.

Wu Chen flexed his fingers; there was really no room for discussion or dialogue between him and the creatures. He was standing there more to adapt to the immense power he had gained. After all, the World Champion was a high-level profession with official cheat codes, and its boost to physical parameters was far greater than that of other high-level combat professions.

Level 4 is roughly equivalent to Level 10.

And coincidentally, winning with this attitude can also add a touch of ritual to life.

He raised his head and looked ahead. Wherever his gaze fell, the army of the Corrupt Poison Royal Court retreated in fear and gave way. And at the top of the vast sky, a dozen or so giant dragons were retreating somewhat disheveled.

Restraining one's greed for power is also a form of cultivation, even if one could easily grasp that final amount simply by raising one's hand. Take, for example, this massive army of corrupt royal court soldiers before him; he could extract their souls with just a high-level spell.

—A torrent of blazing flames.

A raging torrent of flames surged forth, crashing down upon the army before them like a collapsing mountain. The vanguard of the venomous lizardmen was instantly engulfed and ablaze. Many powerful individuals attempted to break free from the inferno or raise their protective shields, but their struggles were fleeting. Soon, flames poured into their seven orifices and spewed from every pore, bestowing upon them a brief but agonizing death.

They struggled and thrashed in the fire, emitting sharp, desperate cries. Even the strongest wyverns and hydras could only endure the flames for a few seconds or a dozen seconds longer. Subsequently, tens of thousands of living creatures on the entire battlefield were carbonized under Mondas's high-level magic.

None of this happened.

Yet, a roar, a scream, echoed in Wu Chen's heart. The tide of willpower, accumulated over centuries by the Holy Kingdom and brimming with hatred for the alien races, whispered within his soul, urging him to act immediately. To kill every single alien race before him, without regard for right or wrong.

They deserve to die.

Since they dared to advance, they deserved their demise here. However, even if action was inevitable—

—All of this should be subject to my own decision.

My mood gradually calmed down.

The complex whispers brought by the tide of willpower gradually faded and subsided. As Wu Chen looked at the army of putrid poison before him, he realized that order and morale had returned to them without him noticing.

'Boom—' The wind was howling.

The air was tinged with emerald green at that moment, and massive dark clouds were confined to the sky. And there was a magnificent, colossal shadow, like a mountain, with rainbow light like a crown, flapping its wings above the army of putrid poison.

The root of corruption, Vilvetas.

Its massive body was covered with withered, decaying plant roots, like a restraint or armor. Yet, in the pale yellow dragon's eyes, a madness shone, but a glimmer of reason still remained.

The mental interference magic of the Great Tomb of Nazarick is fading. Perhaps it's because the spell's duration is nearing its end, or perhaps Velvitas itself possesses the power to resist. This might be the reason why it didn't immediately join the battle against Witch Dust.

“Mortal.” Its voice was deep and heavy. “It was you who murdered my beloved Eketuza?”

“You don’t look too good, Root of Corruption, Velvitas,” Wu Chen said calmly, examining the greatsword in his hand. The sword was named ‘Nightfall,’ a treasured possession of Poisonthorn Urektusa. “I suggest you go back and take a shower, wash away the emptiness in your brain.”

The Dragon King's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Wu Chen watched it quietly.

One second, two seconds.

A faint light burst forth from deep within the Dragon King's brow.

Ninth-tier magic: Death and Decay.

Centered on Wu Chen's location, including the remains of the giant dragon beneath his feet, all moisture in the air and matter evaporated instantly. Vast swathes of withered, cracked earth were created, and the chain reaction spell Wu Chen possessed was triggered just in time!
The space was sealed off.

The reason why Vilvetas didn't act immediately was because it needed to quietly drop the next dimension anchor.

Even so, the Chain of Accidents technique still worked. Because from the very beginning, the chain of accidents that Wu Chen set up for himself was not related to spatial teleportation.

His magic worked on him.

A massive thrust suddenly generated behind him, and the instant the Death Spell erupted, he was already in front of Velvitas. The greatsword, Dark Night, swung forward with tremendous force, serving as a staff to unleash powerful magic originating from the world of Mondas!

Strong enough to throw a spear.

An invisible beam of energy easily pierced through Vilvitas's magical barrier and physical armor. A large burst of blood erupted from the dragon's abdomen. It roared, its wings flapping wildly. The dimensional anchor was effective on both sides simultaneously. A powerful, acidic breath, mixed with potent poison, was then unleashed upon Wu Chen.

It shouldn't be acidic.

Because its biological hierarchy is no longer strong enough.

Even though the World Champion (Degraded) is only level four, in terms of absolute attributes, Wu Chen's level is already close to that of its current location.

Elemental field interference is therefore able to function normally.

The next moment, all the acidic breath transformed into blazing lightning. Ownership of the power shifted instantly, becoming the power controlled by Wu Chen.

High-level magic: Plasma Burst!

(End of this chapter)