Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 22 Novice Difficulty...?

What’s next?
"Fire! Fire! Fire all the bullets! Shoot all the missiles! Everyone who can move, move! Anyone who can hold a gun, fight!"

The sea is burning.

One of the six large fleets that the Western Continental Federation was proud of fell silent.

The anti-aircraft barrage that could pulverize a human body couldn't even create a spark on the dragon's body. And the airborne anti-air, anti-sea, and even anti-ground missiles could only create a cloud of smoke on the dragon's body.

Why mess with that dragon?
No one knew. The Vice Admiral who had made this decision had already been reduced to shattered steel, along with his ship. The dark dragon, shrouded in an ominous aura, effortlessly dodged the hail of bullets and let out a terrifying, powerful roar towards the ship.

'Fus Ro Dah——'

A language no one could understand, yet everyone would understand its power. When that tangible force erupted from the dragon's roar, the Western Continent's coalition forces learned the fragility of modern steel.

Large shards of steel were ripped into tiny pieces, while smaller pieces of metal crumbled into sand. The entire aircraft carrier became a giant blooming metal flower on the sea, and each flying petal blasted towards the surrounding fleet like an armor-piercing projectile.

The fleet is being destroyed.

Lightning flashed continuously in the sky, and any carrier-based aircraft attempting to fly would be struck by lightning within a maximum of sixty-six seconds and turned into charred metal. However, even so, the survivors of the entire fleet continued to attack the giant dragon from outer space like crazy.

When the missiles were used up, they used cannons, and when the cannons were used up, they used guns. Even after all the bullets in the gun barrels were fired, the survivors still roared madly at the dragon.

Until the end, until the entire army was annihilated, until the strategic submarine that never obtained the launch key and had all its nuclear warheads remotely locked rushed out from the bottom of the ocean without any reason, using its manually overloaded fission engine to face the blazing dragon fire that fell from the sky.

The light of destruction finally flickered.

The video freezes at this scene.

"We've tentatively named this suddenly appearing giant creature the 'Underworld Dragon.' It has demonstrated the ability to breathe fire, ice, shockwaves, summon thunderstorms, and enforce death slavery. This is likely a supernatural power manifested through the syllables of its roar. The effective range is unknown, but it's no less than one square kilometer. This last ability allows it to indiscriminately kill humans exposed or hiding in cover over a large area, transforming them into zombie-like monsters."

At a secret international online conference, decision-makers from the Western Continental Federation presented new information. It showed a withered humanoid monster with gleaming blue eyes, and a ghoul tightly bound, undergoing destructive dissection in a temporary research center.

"Let's call this monster a 'Ghoul' for now. Its characteristics are its withered body and its eyes glowing blue. It possesses sight and reacts aggressively to any living thing around it. It has no conventionally defined vital points, and even with its head destroyed, it can still move. However, it is afraid of fire and is not contagious... at least not yet."

In the video, a ghoul, bound to a research table, was subjected to a series of operations, including burning, freezing, electric shock, and cutting. Even with only a small part of its body left, it still twisted and tried to reach out to the researchers around it.

"But we haven't yet found a way to counter this 'forced death slavery.' Conventional methods have proven ineffective against the 'Helal Dragon.' Its physical size, speed, and defensive capabilities are completely incompatible. We suspect a direct hit from a close-range nuclear bomb with a yield of less than 10 million tons would be incapable of threatening it. We suspect the 'Helal Dragon' may possess a similar, though even more advanced, level of immortality as the 'Ghouls.'"

The video switched back to the Nether Dragon, freezing at the moment when the fleet was destroyed.

"Furthermore, the 'Hell Dragon' also displayed some kind of wide-area mental interference capability. As you can see, within a radius of at least ten kilometers around the 'Hell Dragon', all soldiers displayed extraordinary aggression. They weren't completely irrational, still able to coordinate and employ complex weaponry. But even then, no means could break their hostility towards the 'Hell Dragon'. They fought to the last man, resulting in the annihilation of the Seventh Fleet."

"We speculate two possibilities. First, this is the passive ability of the 'Hell Dragon.' All living creatures within a certain range of it will be affected by it, becoming hostile towards it. Second, the 'Hell Dragon' itself possesses an extremely powerful mind. Any creature it deems hostile will be affected by it, sharing its hostility. Either way, the outcome of any interaction with the opponent is not optimistic."

"That's all the information we can share with you. Next, we have a proposal that needs to be discussed with you."

The video switched again, finally freezing in the center of a pitch-black sea of ​​clouds. A dark dragon floated quietly within the sea of ​​clouds, allowing the thunder and lightning to lash its side.

"After defeating our fleet, the 'Phantom Dragon' did not travel to other areas. Instead, it returned to the cloud layer where it first appeared and moved only within a small area. This is undoubtedly the best time to use high-yield weapons to kill it. Now, on behalf of the Western Continental Federation, we are inquiring of this proposal. Please vote on the proposal to [Attempt to Kill the Phantom Dragon]."

Fierce communication and interaction broke out in the online conference room, and soon the result was one in favor, three against, and one abstention.

There are only five votes in total. An international joint meeting only requires five votes.

"Then, this proposal is rejected." The Western Continental Federation's decision-maker nodded. "Very good, then let's discuss the next topic: whether it's necessary to make the intelligence regarding the Nether Dragon's appearance public. And..."

"What should we do next?"

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

The car stopped.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Hayakawa. See you again someday."

Wu Chen, wearing a robe that was most likely a blanket, waved goodbye to the girl in the car. The girl looked dazed, her eyes filled with confusion.

Illusion: Confusion—a variant of Soothe, a non-standardized illusion spell recorded in Hera Mori's notebooks. Its effect is to confuse the recent memories of vulnerable creatures, essentially a stealth spell for sentinels and spies. Short-term aggro removal is also a similar effect.

"Oh... ok, ok."

The girl in the car nodded subconsciously.

This period of confusion wouldn't last long—at most a few days, she would gradually remember everything that had happened in the past. However, Wu Chen only needed this long of a window of time.

Under planning.

He turned his head and strolled along the broad streets of Pulau Pinang - the time had already turned from afternoon to dusk, but he did not hear the alarms ringing everywhere, nor did he see the chaos and quarrels in the streets.

The Duneville incident seemed to be suppressed.

The reason for this is unclear. Perhaps the power hidden within the shadows is too powerful to have dealt with Duneville. Or perhaps Duneville's offensive power isn't strong enough, preventing the battle from escalating further. But for now, the city remains a relatively safe haven.

The plan has to be changed slightly.

Since there wasn't a huge fight going on, it was impossible for him to go to the Western Continent garrison base to pick up leaks. In other words, as long as order was stable, it was best not to contact any official channels.

but……

——It’s time to do some anime operations.

The sky gradually grew darker.

Where there is no light, there are always places where dirt and filth hide.

Without much effort, a smoke-filled alleyway appeared before Wu Chen's eyes. Several Sakurajima spirited young men, leaning against the wall, smoking, carrying machetes and iron bars, and sporting colorful, nonsensical hairstyles, were captured by Wu Chen.

"Hey! What are you doing!" One of them took a step forward cursing.

Wu Chen raised his fist slightly.

"Teaching a novice should be of this level of difficulty."

(End of this chapter)