Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 34: I have all three pieces!

——Those people from the East Continent have successfully evacuated...it seems they don't need us anymore.

The plane circled.

Even considering the airspace occupied by Duneville, which forced them to take a long detour, the aerial firepower from the East Continent finally arrived over the city of Pulau. They weren't authorized to do much, but the huge ammunition reserves they carried were enough to buy space for the evacuees.

A black stream of people was leaving Pulau Pinang along the cleared streets.

Across the street, believers from the convention center watched the embassy evacuees from afar. Emboldened by the courage bestowed upon them by the witch, they were fully armed and carried the mission bestowed upon them by the witch as they navigated the ghostly city of Pulau Pinang.

There was too much magic power, and too much faith and willpower. This was enough to motivate these devout believers to take action and follow Wu Chen's will to step into this dangerous environment.

"Miko-sama, what should we do next?"

Hayakawa Shiori is Wu Chen's first believer, and naturally she becomes the leader of the believers. Perhaps there are many professional veterans fighting for power among the believers, but this does not hinder her uniqueness.

Wu Chen only asked her name.

Wu Chen had only issued orders to her.

The favor of the gods is stronger than any political tricks, not to mention that the illusion effect on her is more powerful and lasting.

She glanced at the sky—her sight pierced the night. Fighter planes from the Eastern Continent were circling above. They were no longer needed here.

She didn't know why Wu Chen wanted them to support the East Continent embassy. She didn't think, she only acted. And since the secondary target no longer needed attention, they should continue with the main operation they were sent out to carry out.

"Do what we must do," she said, clutching the map of Pulau Uttarakuru that Wu Chen had drawn for her. A large circle was precisely marked, and Wu Chen's instructions were for them to operate outside the circle: gather weapons, clear out monsters, and recruit any remaining believers.

The convoy started moving.

While driving, he fired at the weak undead gathered on the street and rushed out from the alleys.

They weren't powerful—at least not the undead outside the core area of ​​the ritual. This was especially true as the Death Spiral entered a period of slowdown, and the powerful undead that had already emerged were instinctively gathering towards the center of the ritual.

The undead are hostile to living things.

But the undead do not feed on living things.

One zombie after another fell to the machine gun fire, occasionally accompanied by the sound of explosives. In rare cases, undead spirits such as skeleton spiders or skeleton giants, which were a level higher than zombies and skeleton soldiers, would appear, and then they would be immediately bombarded by the believers.

——I can see it.

The witch calmly held her light machine gun. She felt a strange state of mind. On one hand, she possessed the calmness to meticulously observe every detail of her surroundings, yet on the other, she possessed a fervent determination to eliminate all hostile targets. A crisscrossing connection between ice and fire mingled within her nerves, bringing with it a full range of intelligence and strength.

This was the power of God. It transformed a female college student who couldn't even catch a chicken into a warrior more sharp and resilient than the best special forces soldier. She might lack some skills, but she more than made up for it with strength and speed.

A shadow flickered around the corner of the street, and she fired without hesitation. With a slight tremor that could break a grown man's bones but wasn't enough to shake her arm at that moment, a dazzling line of fire, drawn by tracer bullets, burst from in front of her toward the corner.

“Turn on the speaker,” she said.

The speakers in the missionary convoy then started to sound.

A high-pitched and sacred symphony burst out from the speakers, which was the prayer and declaration she composed as the daughter of a musical family.

God never revealed His name to her.

But God is certainly merciful and powerful.

The undead hiding in the street corners were drawn in by the resounding symphony, then fell one after another under the onslaught. Among them was a several-meter-tall skeletal giant, charging furiously at the convoy. It was pinned to the open ground by the stopping power of the bullets.

"Xiaolin! On the mountain!" Two devout believers responded and stepped forward. They exerted their combined strength, throwing defensive grenades towards the skeleton giant. Their arms, amplified by the illusion and possessing strength far superior to that of an ordinary person, accurately dropped several grenades at the skeleton giant's feet, dozens of meters away. Immediately following, a violent explosion erupted.

"Blessed are you, the suffering people!" a high-pitched voice rang out. The soprano, who should have shone brightly on the stage or in the opera house, even surpassed the pitch of the symphony accompaniment. The top student from the Florence Academy of Arts, holding a machine gun, fired at the monsters while calling out to the hidden survivors.

"Because the merciful God has bestowed grace upon you and has opened His hand of salvation to you!"

Her voice pierced the night air, and the survivors hiding in warehouses, basements, and high-rise buildings all turned their gazes towards her. But before they could act, the undead creatures also lurking in the dark corners, drawn by the symphony, pounced in the direction of the convoy.

There were so many of them, so densely packed together, that many zombies and skeletons even jumped directly from the buildings on both sides of the convoy.

"Back off, evil demon!"

However, the believers had a plan. Before they left the convention center, which had been transformed into a holy abode, a senior church convert suggested loading large barrels of purified water from the convention center into their cars.

That was holy water, imbued with divine power. And now was the perfect time to use it. "Bang!" The holy water bucket exploded amidst the swarm of zombies. Light shone from the water.

And the next moment, the dense and huge tide of undead fell under the splash of holy water at a speed faster than when they were hit by bullets!

"Look! This is the power of God. All evil demons will kneel before His might!"

A divine victory summoned divine faith. Even those believers, emboldened by courage, now stood in awe of a divine power far more potent than their own guns. The undead fell one after another, and those who had been hiding finally roared with joy, charging towards the convoy and throwing themselves at the feet of the believers.

This is a start.

And this is by no means the end.

A dark stream of people gathered and, guided by the pious voice, headed towards the convention center.

until……

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“…That’s probably it.”

Wu Chen looked at his hand, then he reached out and shook it in the air.

Summoning System: Binding Sword.

A longsword, both real and imaginary, took shape between his fingers as magic surged. Sharp and pointed, even without a fully physical form, it clung to a powerful aura.

This world has no annihilation realm.

But even without the annihilation field, it does not hinder the operation of summoning spells.

Because the essence of most summoning magic is to extract the corresponding concept from the void and inject magic power into it. However, most concepts must find their prototypes in the Oblivion Realm, and high-level summoning magic must pull out entities from the corresponding Oblivion Realm in order to succeed.

—Except for necromancy.

Necromancy also falls under the category of summoning, and Wu Chen doubted that there really was a Soul Cairn in the current world. Considering that Duneville's projection was not far away, Wu Chen felt it best not to do anything foolish and thus anger the Undying Nether Dragon, which was ridiculously powerful even as a projection.

Furthermore, whether it was widely known on Earth or in Skyrim, necromancers were widely condemned. Even within the magic academy, summoning the undead was frowned upon. Even if he wanted to research this field, he should do so in the appropriate setting.

The thought flashed through my mind.

Wu Chen waved the sword in his hand casually.

The Binding Sword is essentially a collection of magical energy. Its greatest characteristic is its weightlessness, placing no burden on the caster. Furthermore, it also has a restraining effect on other summoning abilities.

It can strike undead spirits and damage summoning links. With advanced skills, it can even capture the souls of living creatures when it kills them. Its only drawback is...

——Cannot be enchanted.

The blade slashed across a coffee table, swift and invisible, like cutting through butter. A second later, the shattered pieces of the coffee table fell one by one.

The configuration is complete.

Sun Ray, Light Blessing, Bound Sword—these are all strong counter configurations against the Undead. And now, daylight has arrived.

Fight if you can, run away if you can't. Victory may be hard to say, but survival is within your grasp.

Then, it’s time to take final action.

Get up and leave your resting place.

Her first believer had already changed into an exquisite and gorgeous shrine maiden costume, and behind her were several carefully selected pious and beautiful shrine maidens waiting.

"Are you all ready?" Wu Chen asked casually.

"We are ready for everything you ordered, Your Majesty." She lowered her head meekly to Wu Chen, revealing her snow-white neck.

Wu Chen nodded.

Go forward and through the corridor leading to the main exhibition square.

The moment you push open the door, you are greeted by thunderous cheers from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)