Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 69: Dragon Roar: Fus
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Strength, balance, push.

Among the Dragon Roar and Spit Eyes, this is the most basic of the basics. If you find a slightly stronger ghoul in the ruins of ancient Nord, it will most likely use this Spit Eye.

After all, learning Dragon Language wasn't much more difficult than learning Chinese. However, to transform Dragon Language into a roar and release it, one needed to use the power of the dragon to activate the rune of the roar.

Wu Chen now possessed the power of a dragon—even if it was just a strand of hair or a dragon scale. This power was enough to allow him to unleash one of the three runes. This also meant that he might be the sixth-highest-ranked living person to use the Dragon's Roar in Skyrim.

The first four, known as the Greybeards, were in the temple atop Hrothgar Peak at the Throat of the World. They were Nord spiritual leaders who possessed authority and power, but rarely used it to interfere in Skyrim. The fifth, known as Ulfric, was the Lord of the East, and he was likely currently alone in western Skyrim.

No one knew how long it would take for him to use his turrets to defeat and assassinate High King Torygg. If he did, it would mean the beginning of a massive chaos across Skyrim.

Wu Chen exhaled softly—he felt a little tired and weak. The cost of using the Dragon Roar was one reason, but more importantly, it was the momentary spiritual connection between him and Mi'er.

He didn't lose, nor did he escape, so he is standing here now.

The fan-shaped land of about thirty square meters in front of him was torn and shredded, leaving deep trenches with flying gravel. This was the result of his dragon roar.

It's nothing compared to Duneville's roar.

But the destructive power is already equal to or even greater than the full explosive power of telekinesis.

—I never thought I was the most Dragonborn person in this land.

——Gaining the Word of Power, Fus, by battling Mirmnir...If the Dragonborn doesn't appear in the Hearthfire Month, does that mean I'm qualified to be the Armored Dragonborn?

A worthless thought crossed his mind. He certainly didn't consider himself a Dragonborn. After all, the Dragonborn and Alduin were destined to arrive simultaneously. If he truly wore the Dragonborn's armor, the World Devourer would likely spawn above him instantly. And then...

He burst out laughing.

The downside of being a prophet is that you often set your sights too high, overlooking the fact that your influence is limited. This is what we call high aspirations but low skills. The most important thing you should do is actually solve the problem at hand.

Raising his hand, his skin remained soft, yet possessed an inexplicable toughness. A single scale of Mirmenir undoubtedly possessed greater power than a single breath from the Scattered Bone Ridge. Despite the difference between living and dead things, activating the Word of Power accounted for the majority of the energy consumed. His own body had indeed acquired a hint of dragon nature, making it even stronger.

Strength and agility were both boosted, much like the heroes bathed in dragon blood in Earth mythology. Beyond these basic physical attributes, physical defense and magic resistance also saw increases.

"Candlelight."

A cold light appeared above him, and he took a step toward the silent, glowing abandoned mine. After repeating the Light Flame ten times, there was no longer any sign of struggle or resistance within the mine. But he knew he had only secured the bounty of one White Walker.

Three White Walkers, two left.

Their bodies fell to the cave entrance, severely wounded and still twitching slightly. A casual finishing blow would kill them completely.

The battle should have been over.

but……

--not yet.

The dragon's blessing heightened my senses. There was no danger, but there were some strange warning signs. Hostile targets still lurked within the consecrated mines, enduring the burning of positive energy and concealing themselves well.

So that's why. It was my fault for being too aggressive—even without wisdom, the White Walkers used basic tactics. Not all of them rushed out from the start, riding the holy light of the protective barrier. And when I opened with Chain Lightning and then cast Bright Flame, those who fell behind chose to hide.

Lie in wait, waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Hide and look for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Wu Chen decided to give them this opportunity.

He walked into the abandoned, dilapidated mine, appearing completely unguarded—his steps were light and casual, his hands held away from his weapons. Even if it was a disguise, it was undoubtedly a sign of a flaw. The wind began to flow silently.

Two White Walkers silently leaped out from their blind spots, wielding their magical icy weapons and stabbing at Wu Chen's head and heart. Their speed and agility were so impressive that even a master assassin from the Ice and Fire World would have struggled to pull it off.

but……

The art of tracking.

A small amount of magic power silently consumed, and his relaxed body automatically made the most appropriate evasive move. Wu Chen's perception of time stretched slightly longer. Two frosty swords and spears passed by Wu Chen rapidly, but the next moment, he stretched out his palms forward!
"Puff——" His hand grasped the sword blade.

The armor spell offset some of the damage, but the sharp blade still touched Wu Chen's palm. Ominous curse magic rushed in from the wound, threatening to corrode and destroy Wu Chen's body!
They were useless. The moment they penetrated Wu Chen's flesh and blood, they were wiped out like ice and snow in a furnace, and the talent absorbed by the secondary magic power was transformed into magic power that Wu Chen could mobilize - the torn wound healed quickly the moment the sword blade stopped, and even if it did not heal, the depth of the wound might not even touch the dermis!
In the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, the icy weapons of the Others can easily penetrate iron armor and cut through steel swords. As long as they penetrate into a person's body, they can directly transform the person into a wight or directly disintegrate the flesh.

This is because the humans and materials in the world of Ice and Fire are too weak, only slightly stronger than Earth, which has zero magic resistance.

But here in The Elder Scrolls...

"It's not even worthy of being called a curse."

With force in his palm, magic burst forth. The immense force of his telekinesis was applied to his body. The next moment, the ice sword and spear, stronger than steel, shattered like a biscuit!
There was a crisp sound of "Kacha——".

The blue eyes of the non-intelligent White Walkers were filled with confusion and surprise.

He released his hand and swung it outward. Telekinesis erupted in sync with his palm. One of the White Walker attackers was slapped directly into the wall several meters away. The other tried to struggle, but Wu Chen grabbed his head and lifted him up!

The skull cracked and the monster screamed.

The other free hand clenched into a fist, gathering strength for a moment. Then released!
'flutter--'

A fist, brimming with energy, slammed into pale flesh. A mark was left, accompanied by a series of explosions, including the crackling of ice crystals and sternum. With just one blow, the dark creature's internal organs sustained fatal damage. A thick gush of cold, dark blue blood gushed out, but the next punch followed.

One punch, then another. It was like beating rice cakes.

Wu Chen felt the touch of his own fists, adapting to his newfound physique and strength. He felt quite satisfied with this until a declaration emerged in his mind.

——[Kill 1 White Walker and gain 100 resource points.]

It’s still easy to relieve stress in such battles.

He threw down the White Walker he had nearly smashed to pieces, and looked at his final target—unlike the previous one that had been battered by the telekinetic giant palm and then lit into a torch by divine power, this one was still protected by the ice crystal armor when it hit the wall.

It was already frightened, and it turned its back to Wu Chen in horror and tried to escape.

Wu Chen looked at it and raised his hand. After using telekinesis many times, he had summed up some suitable techniques in his mind.

This skill can be used in conjunction with the new techniques that he has acquired but has not yet fully mastered.

"It doesn't seem that difficult." The dragon's blessing brings about an all-round improvement, which not only strengthens the muscles but also the brain.

The invisible energy blade was then slowly constructed under Wu Chen's concentration.

"Force can fly blades."

The slash hit the target.

(End of this chapter)