Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 42: It’s a waste to not use something that’s great

That dragon may exist, that dragon may not exist.

That dragon may be awake, that dragon may still be dormant.

Perhaps returning to reality now wouldn't cause any trouble. Perhaps he could use this peaceful time to further digest the spoils he had gained, at least learn the Fireball spell, and then return to the battlefield of Scattered Bone Ridge.

Maybe that's the way to go.

but……

A sense of crisis lingers in my heart.

A powerful creature, even the mere mention of its name would trigger its passive attention. And with a health rating of 95, equivalent to a Challenge Rating of 27 in the D&D system, the Rotten Coffin Dragon King is undoubtedly a legendary ancient dragon, possessing some divine attributes.

——I really shouldn’t have figured it out.

Wu Chen thought.

But it didn't really work. After all, if the rotten coffin truly existed, it would inevitably break free once the Death Spiral's harvest of life reached the depletion zone. Furthermore, so close to it lay Duneville, a dragon with the same attribute of death.

Maybe a few hours later, maybe a few days later. This time span won't be too long.

I have no choice but to leave.

It's a pity. I also want to find a chance to relax after the war.

but……

The decision has been made.

"As you wish." The friend responded.

Everything around him suddenly changed and twisted.

From the daylight of the ruined city center to the morning misty mountaintop, a crippled skeletal dragon lay in the distance, while a smaller dragon, poised to pounce, lay in wait.

Clothes and accessories change silently.

The decayed cloak silently transformed into armor and a cape. The effects of the old spell reappeared upon him. And he himself had returned to the world of the Elder Scrolls.

——The art of motivation.

Hands on chest.

Illusion, fully amplified. And then the boundaries of the dream were shattered.

Time begins to flow.

——Broken by the gust of wind.

The second skeleton dragon beast then pounced.

It was truly ridiculous. The originally threatening action now appeared riddled with flaws in Wu Chen's eyes. He simply stepped back and deftly moved away. And one of the three pieces of his anti-death skill was now operational in his hands!
May the light protect you!

Brilliant light erupted from his body, and the undead debris around him immediately began to burn with blazing white light and fire. He raised his hand and unleashed a solar ray. A football-sized purifying hole instantly ripped open in the Skeleton Drake's body!
effective.

Just as expected.

His gaze darted rapidly across the battlefield. The wounded and fallen Sentinels were mostly at the edge. The first Skeleton Draco, struck down by the Desert Eagle's continuous fire, was recovering under the surging tide of magic, while the second, wounded by the sun's rays, stumbled back, uttering a feeble roar.

I feel like repeating Solar Rays and Incineration Fireball will win.

but--

—My temporary magic is fading. The immense power of faith cannot linger on me for long.

The feeling of omnipotence was fading. Thousands of temporary magic points would not be restored once they were spent. Then—

——Be willful.

The Orb of Death materialized in his hand. The trump card he had reserved for a reversal of fortune in the core of the Death Spiral was now successfully unleashed. With a mere moment of accumulated power and adjustment, the high-level magic he had already fully constructed within his soul instantly transformed into a blazing stream of flames!

Destruction·High-level Magic·Blazing Stream

The signature spell of the original dragon priest is just a regular spell that can be cast casually by any dragon priest, whether named or unnamed.

It has been released.

The moment it was released, it turned into a sea of ​​​​blazing flames and surged towards every corner in front.

All temporary magic power was completely emptied by this attack, and even the inherent basic magic power was consumed by more than half. Fire, fire everywhere.

Wu Chen is this burning fire.

As the spell was unleashed, Wu Chen discovered that his will had temporarily synchronized with the seething sea of ​​flames. The vast flames took on Wu Chen's own features. He was stunned to find himself transformed into Imhotep, the immortal priest from the Mummy. However, the sea of ​​fire he unleashed was far less massive than the floods and sandstorms Imhotep had wrought.

But—enough.

The flames captured the two skeleton dragon beasts, and they captured any undead hiding place on the mountaintop. Besides the two skeleton dragon beasts, there were actually several undead hiding in the narrow crevices on the mountaintop. Wu Chen's flames captured them all, bypassing the vigilantes.

The sense of synchronicity was fading, and my will was rapidly withdrawing. High-level magic was indeed extraordinary. And all I had to do next was—

bite.

The flames devoured it.

The magical flames, whose lethality far exceeded that of actual lava, tore at every inanimate object Wu Chen had anchored. The overflowing power then expanded outward, instantly transforming the summit of Scattered Bone Ridge into a scorched earth.

ended.

The feeling of fatigue and weakness came over him quietly. This was not only the result of the temporary exhaustion of magic power, but also due to the guidance of high-level magic. Wu Chen's eyes swept around, the mask was no longer hot, and the consumed magic power was quickly replenished.

The power is back where it should be.

There was an inorganic sound ringing beside Wu Chen's ear.

——[Clear the Scattered Bone Ridge, obtain 1000 resource points, and 1 Level 1 Purchase Certificate.]

Less than expected.

Indeed, with just a moment's recollection, I should have known that the best strategy for capturing this "stronghold" was to follow the Sentinels as they appeared, working with them to ascend the mountain and defeat the monsters. It was my overreliance on past playtime memories and my wishful thinking that made this battle such a daunting one. This is a lesson I'd better remember.

A breath was exhaled silently.

Wu Chen raised his hand and hesitated for a few seconds before slowly removing the mask from his face.

Fresh air rushed into my lungs.

He raised his hand, the spell's effects gathering at his fingertips. He filled it with magic power, constructed the model, and filled it with his spirit. And after more than ten seconds—

"Bang——" A fireball.

The power of the missile was less than half of what it had been in the Mist Tower, and its trajectory and speed were not as expected. However, it was still successfully launched, exploding into a fireball of blazing flames.

He could already be considered a mid-level wizard—although his magical reserves were insufficient and his academic knowledge was virtually nonexistent. He would definitely fail the formal rating test. However, he still met the most basic requirement for advancement: mastering and successfully casting at least one mid-level spell.

——Not yet.

He hadn't mastered the spell yet. For an academic spellcaster, this level of skill was sufficient. But for a spellcaster like him, it was completely inadequate for actual combat. Regardless, at least now, he had successfully taken a solid and crucial step forward.

"It feels... much easier."

Magical power surged within him. That clumsy fireball had consumed a quarter of Wu Chen's total magic power. After removing his mask and setting aside the Orb of Death, the efficiency of his magic power's return was incredibly low. It would take at least a quarter of an hour to replenish the lost magic power.

But this was the strength he possessed, the strength of a man who still felt melancholy, hesitant, and vacillating, a man who hadn't yet embraced killing, deceit, incitement, and bullying as a part of his life. He still possessed a wealth of humanity, not the Wu Chen who focused solely on efficiency and results. Even though he knew he would eventually end up like this, at least for now, he still had a few moments of leisure.

It's time to relax a little.

It was decided that when not practicing magic or participating in high-intensity combat, I would not wear this mask.

So--

The mist in the mountains completely dissipated. The sun had risen, and the beasts drawn to the ritual immediately became chaotic and fled in all directions at the foot of the mountain. The caravan members, sheltered under heavy objects, should be safe for a while. Even if some beasts wanted to eat, the scattered carcasses would surely be a better option.

He walked over to the dead Sentinel.

Of the three men, two were already dead. Only Sentinel Tolan was still alive, but he looked like he was bleeding all over and dying, and no one knew how many bones he had broken.

Healing hands.

The radiance of the healing spell fell upon the seriously injured man, quickly erasing the superficial injuries. However, the next moment, Tolan coughed violently, spitting out large mouthfuls of dirty blood, and his complexion worsened again!
Damn! Tamriel is born immersed in magic, unlike Earthlings, whose spells are instantly effective. A seasoned warrior resists damaging spells just as effectively as healing ones!

Oh shit.

This level of recovery spell simply won't work!
Wu Chen's mouth twitched, he sighed, and put the mask back on his face.

(End of this chapter)