Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 39: Firepower Doctrine
Wu Chen didn't wait for the full ten minutes.

He simply stood there, sensing the rapid recovery of his spirit and magic—the tide of wish power emanating from the convention center silently intensified a bit. It was clear that someone was assisting him from within the venue, maintaining order and attracting followers.

That's how it should be.

He knew how many onions he had.

He was certainly capable of doing homework, but if he was better at things like giving speeches and organizing... he wouldn't be so friendless in college. However, as long as he could show his usefulness, there would be plenty of professionals who would take the initiative to help him.

It is a stupid thing that does not need to be considered how many agents there are in the convention center.

When Hayakawa Shiori led her strengthened followers around the perimeter of the ceremony and took in the survivors, she presumably had numerous truly elite special forces hidden in the darkness, providing escort and covert support. As for the centralized management of the followers... Those seemingly devout, high-ranking clergymen had virtually no faith connected to Wu Chen's hands.

Expected, inconsequential.

When he stood up and demonstrated his abilities in public, he knew he was destined to succeed. Even if there were temptations, they would not come so quickly.

And now-

A drone flew in front of Wu Chen. A three-minute countdown appeared in Wu Chen's eyes.

Policymakers agreed.

This is good.

His toes lightly touched the ground, and his body lifted off the ground under the support of his will. He felt that he was particularly talented in flying, and it was easy for him to discover it on his own and found many valuable techniques.

Maybe it’s because all proper dragon priests can fly?

perhaps.

He sensed the flow of wind and magic. The lesser lich, a spellcaster hidden deep within the formation, seemed to sense something as well. The moment the magic within the ritual began to mobilize, Wu Chen had already raised his hand.

Incineration Fireball.

He didn't expect to cause much damage, but it was enough to disrupt the enemy's actions. The extra magic power provided by thousands of believers was enough for Wu Chen to squander at will, and in just a moment, a large amount of fire exploded outside the hospital!
'Boom—boom—!'

Fires boiled, dust flew. Within, the menacing roar of a powerful undead echoed. A sense of danger suddenly arose, and Wu Chen's acquired martial arts skills immediately took effect!

Broken by the gust of wind.

Time and speed were altered once again, and this was completely different from when he was standing on flat ground. A sharper wind tore at his side, emitting a sharp whistle, and a magical bombardment passed by Wu Chen's side!

The intensity is about the same as before.

It's not very difficult to resist.

But what they needed to do now was not to resist, but to provide cover. Another incinerating fireball emerged from Wu Chen's hand and immediately fell towards the interior of the hospital!

Fire and more fire.

Even the building, which was strengthened by negative energy, was damaged by it. Parts of the outer structure immediately cracked, collapsed, and fell downwards.

The sound of flapping wings could be heard, and large numbers of small winged undead leaped out from the rift. They were supposed to be a surprise left by the lesser liches in the narrow area for Wu Chen, but now they were forced to take action!

Densely packed and numerous.

However, when dealing with such densely packed and individually weak creatures, there are plenty of appropriate spells that can be effective.

Lightning flashed suddenly. Chains of lightning spread across the sky, and the struck undead fell like a torrential rain. Among them were several particularly powerful, giant winged individuals, and what awaited them was a sudden explosion of bright fire!

Death is the only outcome they can achieve.

A second death, a permanent erasure. In the distance, the low roar of approaching high-altitude bombers rang out. A deadly sense of crisis surged through my entire body!
will die.

If you stay here, you will definitely die.

Life's instincts screamed, soul and spirit shrieked. Not only Wu Chen, but the lesser liches in the hospital also sensed the imminent threat. And an exceptionally massive negative energy barrage converged at the center of the hospital, locking onto the direction of the bomber!

It can do this. It uses this method to knock down the Self-Defense Force armor carrying heavy firepower. Because the speed of light is faster than anything else, without the ability to perceive magic, only the terminal velocity of an intercontinental missile or a large-scale heavy artillery position can destroy this position.

and so--

——Not allowed.

The previously hidden solar rays suddenly erupted. They slammed into the ritual's core, where negative energy was concentrated, triggering a series of positive and negative collisions. The accumulated bombardment was weakened by this disruption, and amid the lesser lich's shock and anger, Wu Chen, with his magic shield deployed, blocked the bombardment's path!
"Buzz——" Magical energies collided.

A dark tide of magical power, like a wave crashing against a reef, splashed before Wu Chen, creating dazzling waves. In a trance, he saw Khajiit, deep within the ritual. Originally a bald, middle-aged man, he had been transformed into a ghostly skeleton by the operation of the Death Spiral.

It is still a projection from another world.

However, due to its changed form, it was much more agile than Clementine. However, "much" did not mean "a lot." Wu Chen did not see any tactical plan other than anger in the two spots of crimson in its skeletal eye sockets.

Heavy bullets fell immediately.

The heavy bombs were arranged in strings, each one accompanied by a sharp, high-pitched whistling sound.

They fell from Wu Chen's side.

They hit the roof of the hospital and landed on the structures that were reinforced with negative energy.

There was a moment of stillness before large swathes of dense metal particles were projected in all directions. In the next instant, everything was transformed into a deep crimson ocean.

Thermobaric bomb.

The epitome of dust explosions, these heavy bombs were specifically designed to attack heavy bunkers and permanently fortified structures. Each one was nearly three meters long and contained a quarter ton of explosives. At least thirty of them had been dropped on this area!
A terrifying roar erupted, and the shockwave whipped up waves of white air. In a split second, Wu Chen's bones and flesh were completely destroyed. The next moment, his body was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The power is indeed strong.

The destructive power of modern weapons can at least be used when facing monsters below Duneville - even Duneville may die in one or two rounds under heavy firepower bombardment.

after all--

Wu Chen's spirit reached out and grasped the intact silver-gray mask. The soul of the Elder Scrolls universe was incredibly resilient. The next moment, his form reshaped, centered around the mask.

A drone flew over quickly, and a large cloak, presumably "dispatched" by a nearby agent from an abandoned mall, landed in his hands. Daily clothing explosions weren't a good habit. He really needed to find a chance to learn the summoning-type "binding armor," or buy a reliable, self-repairing enchanted robe.

The mental hospital has been reduced to ruins.

Large amounts of negative energy are flowing in all directions.

Wu Chen's feet landed on the top of a nearby abandoned high-rise building, and at the end of his sight, he saw that the center of the ruins was still flickering with magical light.

The lesser lich was still alive—this was not surprising to him.

He saw a tall skeleton knight standing in the center of the ruins, while this exceptionally powerful shield-bearing undead was gradually crumbling and weathering.

Death Knight.

A powerful undead spirit that is theoretically beyond the control of mortals. In the Undead King's worldview, it possesses a unique ability to sustain itself for a short period of time, even if fatally wounded, before collapsing and dying.

This could be understood as a kind of multi-level shield based on the power of rules. Even Momonga, the King of the Undead, favored using this type of undead as a bodyguard. The creation of such monsters from millions of Earth souls was not uncommon, and this was perhaps the Lesser Lich's most powerful asset.

Wu Chen had no desire to fight a death knight and a lesser lich at the same time in the core area of ​​an evil temple.

Fortunately now——

"Bang—" The Death Knight disintegrated into dust.

And behind the dust, a ghostly skeleton holding an orb and a staff was staring in his direction.

Magic power burst out from both parties at the same time.

Now, all we need to deal with is a lesser lich that has lost its minions and position!
(End of this chapter)