Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 30: New job, taking office
Night has fallen.

This night was quite long for everyone.

Whether dead or alive, it's all the same.

If you look down from the satellite cloud map, you will find that there is basically no sign of biological activity within a radius of six kilometers centered on an old mental hospital.

These are all the effects of the negative energy's erosion. As the number of undead increases, the intensity and range of the negative energy also increase significantly. Once a threshold is crossed, any living creature within the core sphere of influence who is injured or depressed will be completely consumed by the negative energy and die.

The number of dead bodies thus piled up.

Thus the dead were born, bringing with them more dead.

In the chain reaction, the number of people killed in the core area of ​​the disaster may have reached over two million. Only outside the core area, there are still survivors who have not been deeply eroded, struggling and fighting against the undead of similarly low level.

There were still people screaming in the streets.

There were still people fighting and fleeing in the buildings and squares.

They were bewildered, helpless, in pain, and in despair, but they were still alive and had the strength to scream.

"Help! Help us!"

"Where's the army? Where's the police? Is there no one coming to help?"

"There are children here! Please save them! I don't mind doing anything!"

"Hurry up! Someone's injured! Come and save them!"

Desperate and struggling, the crowd formed into loose lines, fleeing towards the nearest buildings or shops, brandishing whatever weapons they could find to fight the attacking monsters. However, no matter what they did, the zombies and skeletons continued to pour out from all directions. Those who had tried to hide in the buildings and shops, after a brief moment of relief, let out screams of agony.

They were running for cover—there was nowhere for them to escape.

They fell into despair—they cried out.

And in countless lives and deaths, they prayed.

From the pale office workers, they prayed.

"Eight million gods, save us!"

They prayed from the exhausted men who were trying to swing their weapons.

"Anyone is fine, anyone can save us!"

From the housewives who were holding their children, crying and struggling, they prayed.

"Buddha, God, please save the children, save us!"

They prayed for the wounded and elderly who had given up resistance, collapsed to the ground, and waited for death in despair.

"God, please save us."

Thousands of voices converged, thousands of thoughts echoed in the void. The number of zombies grew, and the final prayers converged into a tide.

God, please save us.

Thoughts are power.

The power calls forth the light of salvation.

At the moment when all the prayers reached the highest point, the blazing fire line from the core circle of death quickly swept across the march of the undead!
“Da da da da da—”

machine gun.

The 25mm machine gun loaded with tracer bullets tore out a blazing flame in the sea of ​​corpses and blood!

And from the flames, a high-pitched shout was released through the loudspeaker.

"Hurry! Suffering people!"

Large swaths of the undead fell in the barrage, which was interspersed with bursts of light. An armored jeep with a mounted machine gun slowly emerged from the darkness, driven by a woman in a bomb-proof suit, who announced to everyone.

“Because your Savior has come!”

Something was standing on top of the jeep.

The thing cast a uniform downward gaze at everyone.

It resembled a human, wrapped in a thick windbreaker robe. Atop the robe, a silver-grey mask proclaimed majesty and power.

That thing was not a human. It had the majesty and height of a god.

The remaining zombies and undead were growling uneasily, and among them, an extremely large and strong skeleton beast jumped out from the fragments of corpses and let out a sharp roar at the thing standing on the roof.

A defiant roar.

And that god-like thing raised its arms covered in darkness.

"I will punish those who blaspheme."

Lightning burst out.

It was not a flame that could be faked with an incendiary bomb or a grenade, but a blazing, terrifying lightning that represented heaven's punishment.

The bones shattered.

The extended thunder whip tore and destroyed the monster's body.

A godlike figure leaped from the vehicle and walked forward. More zombies pounced on it, and the next moment, everyone clearly saw lightning and fire condensing from its hands.

The monsters fell one after another. They met their second death in a chain of thunder and explosions. The jeep's driver also mobilized the machine gun, knocking down the few remaining ones on the edge.

A child, covered in blood, was desperately offered to the gods by his grieving mother. The child's body was torn apart, with only a faint breath and heartbeat. In the mother's eyes, only the last glimmer of hope remained.

"Give salvation to the suffering." A voice rang out from behind the mask—the language was solemn and powerful. From the tone, it was difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it was known to be filled with power.

Divine grace descended.

From the hands of the gods, a pale yellow healing light falls.

Earthlings without magic resistance were able to withstand all kinds of spells with ease. And in full view of everyone, the scars on the child's body healed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The debris that had pierced its body was squeezed out by the new skin, and the flame of life shone once again.

The death spiral is indeed a good thing. It makes those who die irreparable.

As long as the person is not dead, he is within the scope of repair by recovery spells!
"Cough—cough cough!" The child opened his eyes and choked out the blood in his mouth. His mother hugged him, crying and laughing, and then knelt down to pray to the gods who had bestowed blessings.

It is the real God.

At least, this is a power of resurrection that far exceeds the limits of modern science and only appears in myths and legends.

Whether they were skeptical or devoted to other gods, the light of hope for salvation now appeared in their eyes. Some of them had already knelt down to pray, while a small number of people quietly threw their rosaries and icons into the corner.

A man and his half-grown child stood in the god's path. They knelt before it.

"Please, save my family! They're not dead yet, they're just trapped upstairs over there!"

The building was not far away. From inside, there were faint sounds of heavy objects falling and people screaming.

There were indeed people trapped inside, and indeed some were still struggling. But climbing the stairs to clear out the debris was beneath the dignity of the deity.

Then, the red light of the illusion system descended.

“Give strength to those who save themselves.”

The inspirational spell enveloped the two men, and they immediately became courageous and strong. The two batons and guns thrown from the jeep also fell at their feet.

"Why don't you quickly thank the gods for their grace? Don't you understand such a thing?" the woman in the car shouted at them. They immediately kowtowed, grabbed their weapons, and rushed to where their families were. These two, who had been mere scofflaws, now displayed a swiftness and fighting instinct unmatched by elite soldiers. They rushed into the small building and launched a brutal massacre.

They easily rescued their families, and they knelt at the feet of the god with their families. Their enthusiasm and great deeds finally became the straw that overwhelmed everyone's doubts, and when the earthly god raised his hand, everyone knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

Faith converged into a wave, and the power of will transformed into a flowing stream and light in the eyes of the bearer of the Dragon Priest Mask. Unseen by ordinary people, yet perceptible to Wu Chen. And just the nearly one hundred believers before him alone granted him nearly one hundred points of standard magic power reserves.

Most of these were temporary caps, while a small portion were permanent bonuses. With a sufficient infusion of willpower, the nameless dragon priest's mask also unlocked some powerful magic that a lone warrior wouldn't need.

Restoration magic, illusion magic.

Magic that heals others, magic that strengthens others.

Wu Chen then raised his hands and gathered a wide range of healing light from his empty palms.

Restoration: Group Healing
Soft light falls, dispelling the darkness and spreading in all directions. It soothes the pain of the injured and erases the wounds in the hearts of the lost.

A tiny sun rose in his hand, accompanied by his voice, his declaration.

“Give hope to the pious.”

(End of this chapter)