Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 35: Classic Configuration
The sun is already at its zenith.

Yet the walls and floor of the exhibition center were warmer and more powerful than the sun. According to the exhibition center's introduction, this facility could accommodate 8,000 visitors to view exhibitions simultaneously. And now, the entire central venue was filled with a dense crowd.

They pray here, they worship here.

They were followers recruited by Wu Chen himself, and they were also the survivors collected by Wu Chen's followers from the ruins of the city during this day and night.

They saw him.

They made crazy and enthusiastic noises - if it weren't for those more devout believers who had received "blessings" to maintain order among them, there would probably have been many trampling tragedies in the venue.

Wu Chen raised his hand.

"Silence!" The witch beside him made a clear and loud voice.

His will thus arrived along with his presence, and in just an instant, the entire venue was silent.

There was complete silence, and all the horses were silent.

Mortals weren't supposed to be such a rational and orderly group. They obeyed his orders because many of them were connected to him. Or, more accurately, to his dragon priest mask.

This mask was destined to be his. If he succeeded, it would belong to him forever. If he failed, he would belong to it forever. And precisely because of this, he was now able to mobilize most of the power derived from this mask without any backlash.

The total number of faith links was 4399. This was not much more than when he and his followers entered the convention center. His magic power reserves had increased, but he was still one step away from the desired node.

Intrinsic magic power reserve: 999 points. Temporary magic power: over 4000 points.

Not yet an elite wizard, there's still one more step to complete. Just like any craft, it takes practice to truly master it. This final step won't come naturally until you've written a valuable essay on your understanding, or personally wielded your power on the battlefield.

——I have taken too many shortcuts, and my foundation is already superficial.

——The me now is only better than these ritually matured undead and these unintelligent projections from another world.

The power of his will lingered around him, and the mask gradually grew hot. He knew that he had absorbed only a portion of the power of his will, while the greater amount was transformed into accumulated merit within the mask. He also knew that if he was willing to bear a sufficiently large aftereffect, he could probably become significantly stronger.

no need.

An unstable foundation is just a false proposition, but if the caster truly feels that their foundation is not deep enough, then this flaw will really appear in the shortcut climber. And now, here is where he feels his talent should reach.

It's almost time.

Then he raised his head slightly.

"This land is unfortunate, for it is shrouded in evil."

“This land is blessed because I came to this place!”

His voice was not loud—it resonated in the tides of willpower. Everyone heard his words at that moment, regardless of whether they had offered their faith or not. As long as they were in the hall, they could hear his words.

"God!" "God!" "God!" - they responded to him, their voices loud and clear.

"I bring light, I bring salvation."

"I bring justice, I bring strength!"

More cheers rang out, and those who originally didn't believe him were also infected by the grand atmosphere. They all said the words he expected in unison.

“Power!” “Power!” “Power!”

More willpower gathered, and the silver-gray mask gradually became hot. Although his inherent magic power did not increase, his temporary magic power reserve was steadily rising.

"And I will use this power to bring punishment to the entrenched evil. All darkness will be purified in the light!"

He will strike out, he will enter the battlefield, journey to the ritual core of the Death Spiral, and destroy the evil that dwells there.

"Pray for me, Humanity. Pray for your God, Believer. That is all you have to do. And I will bring you hope!"

Restoration: Light Blessing

A brilliant light shone around him, like the gods descending from a mythical story. He lifted and lifted a vast expanse of radiant light, spreading it evenly across the entire hall.

Restoration System·Group Healing

The protective barrier had already soothed everyone, and this healing glow directly filled their vitality, manifesting as energy and strength. At that moment, everyone felt a sense of refreshment, as if they had been reborn. This obvious "miracle" brought a new surge of willpower. "Please take us with you! God, let us offer our strength to you!" his miko pleaded, kneeling behind him.

"Please let us help you, even if we are insignificant!" His followers were so enthusiastic and couldn't wait to join him.

However, he had already jumped down from the podium where he was speaking.

"I just need you to do one thing, and I won't say it a third time."

He raised his hands, his resolve resonating in a bond of will and faith.

"That is prayer," he said. "That is the only requirement, and I command you to do it."

The order has been given.

The agreement has been made.

The mask on his face was so hot that it almost melted, and all the believers knelt before his will.

"How noble, how merciful," the witch murmured, her cheeks flushed. "This is the true God we should worship. You are above all falsehoods."

No one came to stop him anymore.

His entire body is filled with the materialized power of vows.

Unlike the Sky Province, which was restricted by the laws of the Holy Spirit and made it difficult for the wingless to fly freely, the immense willpower gathered around him was enough to lift him out of the constraints of gravity and float above the earth like a god.

Then he took flight.

Like a dragon priest, he flew up naturally and lightly.

The speed was not fast, and the height was average. But it was enough to call for more worship and prayers. And amidst these countless prayers, he drove his body to the place he desired.

The feeling of novelty is very subtle.

Any undead you encounter on the road can be easily eliminated.

He was certain that after donning the mask, he could now be classified as a senior mid-level wizard, with one, or even two, plus signs added to his rank. And a constant flow of wish power surged in from his prayers, making him even more resilient and stronger.

He once again entered the core area of ​​the ritual. Once again, he entered the six-kilometer radius of the Land of Death. The powerful undead that had vanished from the outside world were everywhere here, and even though they feared the protective light radiating from him, they relied on their numbers to swarm forward.

Summoning System: Binding Sword
Restoration: Fire of Light

A sphere of pure light exploded amidst the swarm of corpses. The swinging blades ripped through the undead carcasses. Hundreds upon hundreds of undead were silenced in mere seconds, and the skeletal giants and behemoths were rendered as fragile as tofu dregs by the slashing blows of the binding swords. A single touch resulted in destruction.

There are no survivors.

There is only death.

In the distance, drones and high-altitude reconnaissance planes were patrolling over the battlefield, but they had no intention of approaching him.

Because they can't.

When Wu Chen could see the outer walls of the Xingping Mental Hospital with his own eyes, he saw large tracts of Sakurajima Self-Defense Force armor scattered on the ground. The wreckage of attack helicopters, heavy vehicles, and light tanks was everywhere, many of them still burning, and occasionally bursting into flames from explosions.

It's not that the Sakurajima authorities did nothing—they simply didn't do anything. To have an entire armored unit annihilated here would require not only the widespread negative energy erosion brought about by the Death Spiral, but also a formidable force.

Wu Chen raised his head slightly. At the edge of his field of vision, a gigantic skeletal dragon, far larger than depicted in anime, lay quietly in the hospital's main entrance square. Atop the dragon, a slender figure with short orange hair gazed at him quietly.

Clementine, a powerful hero, is theoretically not very good at fighting against the Armored Corps.

Wu Chen's heart beat a little more violently.

A sense of crisis suddenly came over me.

The reserves of inherent magic power quietly reached more than a thousand points.

And from the core area of ​​the mental hospital, the torrent of magic turned into a burst of destructive light!

(End of this chapter)