Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 21: Not Very Strong

Run away.

Run away.

Run away, then stop.

When the wild dog collapsed to the ground, the silver-gray mask fell off. The next moment, a pale blue, transparent spirit emerged from the mask and took it in its hand.

This was the case with humans in the ancient world: even after death, the soul could continue to exist. And if the body could also maintain its vitality, then life could reappear in the deceased.

Resurrection is not a miracle, but there are too many people like the Nords who regard stepping into Sovngarde as a greater honor than living in Tamriel.

And now-

"come out!"

Wu Chen purchased his own body. Thus, his body could be summoned at will as an object, even though his main body had already switched to spirit form. The next moment, a charred husk suddenly materialized beneath a silver-gray mask. The aborted resurrection ritual was immediately initiated.

Flesh and blood are reshaped.

My heart started beating again.

The blue soul returned to its body, and a glimmer of wisdom shone from its eyes. A few seconds later, various nerve impulses returned to its consciousness.

Wu Chen let out a breath softly.

"I am back."

His feet touched the ground, a mixture of cement and asphalt. Behind him in the distance, thunder and lightning roared, while above the sky, shrill sirens echoed, along with the shrieks of passing fighter planes.

The long-lost earth air.

A familiar smell of killing.

He was standing on a road in Sakurajima, and the slight tremor came from under his feet.

A car is coming.

He reached out his hand, but could smell a sense of panic and vigilance in the air. The car speeding along the road suddenly stepped on the accelerator when it saw him, as if it had no intention of staying even a moment.

The car passed by him.

He tilted his head slightly, then had a moment of self-reflection—he had only purchased flesh and blood, not clothes. And in this dire situation, no one would be willing to let a pervert on the street hitchhike.

——It’s strange that I don’t feel ashamed.

Wu Chen thought, of course he wouldn't take off his mask and suffer here. However, even if his current appearance wasn't very presentable, he could still find a way to cope.

Within the Illusion department, there are spells that can solve this problem. Among them, there is a relatively basic spell that has a function similar to the charm of humans in DnD.

Another car drove up.

It was a limousine, more expensive and luxurious than the previous one, with a brand name unfamiliar to Wu Chen. Wu Chen captured the driver's silhouette, and a pale green magic ball struck him.

Apprentice-level illusion spell, soothing spell.

Its effect is to make weak, intelligent creatures abandon their hostility and become friendly toward the caster. Its application in Skyrim is quite limited. However, on Earth, most humans are considered weak creatures by the spell's structure.

The car stopped in front of Wu Chen, and Wu Chen immediately stepped inside. The young woman in the driver's seat had a voluptuous figure and a beautiful face, dressed in designer clothes he had never seen before, but which must have been high-end. She was clearly a successful, independent woman, or perhaps a lady from a prominent family.

Her eyes widened, their luster drained from the magic. The alien magic was even more effective on Earthlings than expected. It was clearly only an apprentice-level spell, yet it had the effect of a mid-level charm.

"Drive," Wu Chen said. "Go to the nearest big city, but as far north as possible."

"Yes..." The woman's voice was soft and mellow. "The nearest city is Pulau... We should be there in about half an hour..."

Fukuro, the capital of Sakurajima. There's a Western Continental garrison base not far away, which is great.

"Lend me your phone." "Okay..." A rather small ladies' phone was placed in Wu Chen's hand, and the fingerprint lock was unlocked before handing it over.

Wu Chen was about to search for the phone number of the East Continent Embassy or the Security Bureau, but he paused before pressing the first button.

Got to try it first.

"I speak, you listen." He turned and began to look up intelligence on the Western Continent's garrison. In the distance outside the window, another formation of fighter planes roared past at low altitude.

"Yes..." The girl, soothed by the spell, stared straight ahead, maintaining high driving speed and partial concentration.

Wu Chen turned on the recording on his phone.

"That dragon's name is Dunevir. Its essence is a fragment of time and space. It is one of the many fragments of the power of Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time. During the Dragon War, it sought necromancy and made a deal with the Ideal Masters of the Soul Cairn. The result was that it was trapped within the Soul Cairn, but in doing so, it gained a greater level of immortality than its kind."

"Dragons cannot be killed, just as humans cannot kill time and space. While regular dragons can be sealed, and even after being defeated, they take a long time to revive. But for a Duneville, even if it is defeated, it can be revived in just a few hours, or even seconds. Unless the entire Soul Cairn is destroyed, even another dragon capable of devouring fragments of time and space cannot defeat it. This also means that if a Duneville can regenerate rapidly and multiple times, it is very likely that it will not be the only one to appear on Earth, but also a hidden Soul Cairn."

"Even aside from that, the dragon itself possesses the power to 'vomit its eyes.' This can be understood as a form of verbal magic. The effects vary, from breathing fire and ice to creating storms, to summoning the undead, to slowing time, to fading into nothingness. Whether sonic weapons can disrupt this is unknown, but a sonic attack might be more feasible than conventional weaponry. After all, dragons are highly resistant to all types of power. Even a direct nuclear strike wouldn't be effective."

That's probably enough.

Wu Chen closed his mouth and pressed the end button on the recording. Then, he spoke to the girl in the driver's seat.

"Repeat what I just said. It doesn't matter if you don't remember it clearly, just give the general idea."

The soothing effect is still working.

He saw the girl open her mouth.

"I speak, and you listen," she said, and then she closed her mouth.

"That's all you heard?"

"I'm sorry... That's all I heard. Did you say anything else just now..."

Wu Chen turned on the recording on his phone. The audio only contained the slight turbulence of airflow caused by the luxury car speeding along the road. Other than that, there was complete silence.

Sure enough.

My friend had said before that information would become the key, unlocking the door to the otherworldly projection. Now, it seemed that this process of becoming the key was a continuous process, not a one-time operation.

The secret cannot be told, nor can it be recorded. Perhaps you can try it indirectly, but in the end you may still get nothing.

Without evidence, no one would care about the guesswork of an unknown person, no matter how close it might be to the truth. If you want your words to carry weight, you must first demonstrate your strength, only then can you convince the person you are speaking to.

"Tsk." Wu Chen frowned. He had originally planned to help his homeland on the East Continent, but now it seemed he could only act on his own. He was currently weak and pressed for time. Unless absolutely necessary, he had no intention of cooperating with a superpower so large that a single finger could crush him a hundred times.

after all……

A silver-white heavy pistol appeared in his palm. In his world, there existed a 'strange object' he hadn't heard of in the past twenty years. It was hard to say whether the dragon outside would be killed by an unknown force within half an hour. And in this catastrophic event, it was indeed not his place to intervene.

The car shook slightly.

Wu Chen shifted his gaze and saw the girl, who had been calmly driving just a moment ago, with her hands trembling slightly. Perhaps due to the glass separating them, the soothing effect faded more quickly than expected. Cold sweat already streamed down the girl's smooth forehead.

"Please, please... don't kill me..."

The gun is still a little scary, after all, it is a real thing.

Wu Chen shook his head, raised his hand, and accurately delivered another close-range soothing spell before the girl screamed and turned the steering wheel to steer the car into the ditch.

"Keep driving," he said.

Then think about what to do next.

(End of this chapter)