Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 36: Clementine, Breaking with the Wind
The ceremony has been completed.

As it should.

The purpose of the Death Spiral is to harness dark magic through the spread and accumulation of the undead, transforming the ritual's central figure into a Grand Mage of the Dead. More commonly known as a Lesser Lich, Khajiit, the ritual's leader, also seeks this ascension, thereby gaining the magical power to resurrect his deceased loved ones.

He hadn't been able to do it in Erantel because an unreasonable angel-level cheater had killed him before he could succeed.

However, now, in the entire city of Pulau Pinang, at least two million people have died.

The ceremony ended at the moment of driving.

Khajiit had succeeded—and even if he hadn't been projected here, the already activated Death Spiral would have been able to forcibly create a new lich at the center of the ritual.

In either case, it is far more powerful than its prototype.

The light has descended.

The burst of light cannot be hidden.

However, the moment a sense of crisis emerged, Wu Chen had already raised the hand that had been holding the sword. The tips of his fingertips formed a tough barrier.

A barrier against magic.

The simpler the structure of the magic released, the higher the barrier's interception efficiency. And the moment he opened the shield, the shockwave of the death ray had already hit the shield!
"Buzz!!!!!"

It was a massive explosion, comparable to a charged fireball. The turbulent currents of mana tore through the ground and ruins, corroding the steel and concrete structures and crushing them into slag.

The force was immense. If it had been Wu Chen or the armored vehicle in the ruins, they wouldn't have been able to resist even for a moment and would have collapsed. However, at this moment, it was completely trapped by the unfolding magic barrier!
That's it.

However, the sense of crisis surged even further. Without thinking or considering, he used his free hand to unleash a fireball directly at his feet!

"Boom—" The magic flame is not real flame, it will not cause any damage to the caster himself.

A sharp wind suddenly blew up from the side, and a sharp tingling sensation appeared on the neck.

So fast.

The protection of Iron Armor is almost overloaded.

Although the explosion didn't harm him, the force of the impact erupted from the ground beneath his feet. He took this opportunity to escape the trajectory of the magical bombardment, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Clementine's orange-yellow form.

as expected.

But it's not a big problem.

The negative energy bombardment continued along its previous trajectory, until it penetrated and melted the wreckage of an armored vehicle dozens of meters away. A loud explosion erupted, and Wu Chen had already rushed to the side, hiding beneath a ruin.

The magic power has been depleted a bit.

But it was immediately completed by the power of vows.

The disadvantage in mobility was indeed an inherent shortcoming of Wu Chen as a spellcaster, but that didn't mean he had no way to face and resolve it.

A flash bomb fell at his feet.

There was a soft "bang".

A strong light.

The light shield surrounding his body instantly transformed into a high-speed, slowing cold current. He immediately fled in the direction he remembered, away from the hospital!
run!
If your feet aren't fast enough, use your willpower to propel yourself to run faster. It's like using your willpower to propel yourself into the air, or launching yourself like a cannonball!
Only a fool would engage a well-prepared spellcaster in its home base. In a split second, Wu Chen escaped the flashbang node and reached another street. Not anticipating the enemy's ability to unleash a wide-area bombardment was indeed a lapse in judgment. However, the impact was minimal.

The use of oneself as bait... or rather, the leading role, ended here. The moment his feet steadied, another blazing light erupted from the roof of the hospital. However, this distance was more than enough for him to react. A slight shift of his body was all it took to avoid the force of this long-range attack.

It passed by Wu Chen, and large areas of walls and ruins were corroded and exploded under the impact of negative energy. And since it missed the target, it was Wu Chen's turn to gather the magic glow in his hands.

Come and don't come, it's indecent.

The newly acquired skill, the power of Incineration Fireball, followed the trajectory of the bombardment. Two bombardments were enough to completely anchor the enemy spellcaster. The next moment, the roof of the hospital exploded!
‘Boom—! ’

The rubble exploded violently, accompanied by the angry roar of the hostile spellcaster. There was no doubt that Wu Chen's spell had indeed caused him some damage, which proved that the planned tactics were effective.

Just fight like this, only fight like this.

The second incinerating fireball was thrown again, and the light that bound the sword blade was gathered again in the other hand.

The sense of crisis came again.

Following his instincts, he swung his sword upwards. "Dang—" The magical entity collided with the metal. The longsword and the shortsword intersected in mid-air.

Clementine's form suddenly appeared, and Wu Chen's gaze collided with her mid-air—no, it was actually it, not 'her,' that appeared. For in the eyes of that otherworldly projection, there was neither irrational fanaticism nor the light of thoughtful wisdom.

Projection has no wisdom and cannot think.

Projection has instinctive skills and tactics, but no idea of ​​the overall strategic situation.

And at the moment the swords collided, an emotionless whisper burst out from under those pretty faces.

"Lightning strike."

Clementine possesses four short swords, two of which she primarily wields. One is imbued with fireball magic, while the other is lightning strike magic. When she strikes a target, the spell within is unleashed.

Nice weapon, effective technique.

Flashes of lightning exploded in front of Wu Chen. In just a moment, Wu Chen's iron armor shattered into pieces. Meanwhile, another sword had already stabbed towards Wu Chen's chest.

She instinctively realized that stabbing the mask would be ineffective, so she chose to stab the heart.

but--

Wu Chen grabbed her in turn.

The sword pierced his chest, and the spell was about to explode. However, beneath Wu Chen's heavy windbreaker, the detonator was already triggered and ticking.

"You really shouldn't have run away from the hospital."

Timer, reset to zero.

One last thing, keep the mask facing away from the center of the ceremony.

Clementine's eyes narrowed suddenly. She struggled hard, but she was unable to escape from where Wu Chen was because of the slowing down and energy-sucking effects of the Frost Cloak.

There was a flash of light, an explosion, and Wu Chen loaded himself with all the high explosives he had collected from the police station.

‘Boom—! ’

The violent explosion flattened the top of the ruins. While the mask was still in mid-air, Wu Chen's pale blue spirit had already grasped it with pinpoint precision. A massive tide of willpower converged, and the moment he recalled the fragments of his body, the repair process was pushed directly into its final stages.

Wu Chen's health was really bad.

His feet touched the ground, and he casually pulled a piece of rag from his side and draped it over himself. He moved back slightly, easily dodging the third hasty bombardment from the hospital. When the third incineration fireball hit him, he once again applied armor and encouragement to his body.

The smoke cleared.

Clementine fell to the ground with one arm and one leg broken.

The projection of a heroic warrior from another world was ultimately no match for the twenty kilograms of high explosives from this world. As long as it could actually hit, the damage it caused would be as high as expected.

In the distance, a bone dragon, driven by the ritual's core caster, roared and charged towards the battle. The road was littered with a barrier of ruins and armored debris, and it would take them several seconds to reach it.

This time was enough for Wu Chen to reach Clementine, sever her struggling arms with a single sword, lift her head, and fall asleep.

Time stopped.

Everything stopped at the moment he fell asleep.

When a "friend" appeared, the time-stopping phenomenon became not a symbol of the separation between dreams and reality, but a truly supernatural phenomenon occurring throughout the universe. If Wu Chen weren't unable to do anything except talk and make purchases when his friend appeared, he would have truly wanted to use this time-stopping effect to cultivate himself until the end of time.

"I remember you told me that before I complete the commission for the Dragon Sacrifice Mask, the only things I can purchase are the things I already have."

Wu Chen looked at his friend, holding Clementine's stagnant body in his hands.

"We don't accept human trafficking for the time being. I'm not the god next door, and I don't provide free human creation." The friend nodded and shook his head.

"I know," Wu Chen replied. "I wasn't planning on buying it either."

"However, its body and soul are now in my hands. Therefore, I want to buy the fighting skills rooted in this body."

"I want to buy Clementine's 'martial arts'." Wu Chen said.

(End of this chapter)