Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 75: Hilly Goatman Settlement

Lightning flashed.

Chain Lightning was best used against these upright creatures gathered together. The moment Wu Chen raised his hand, the upright carnivorous goats reacted abruptly, lunging at him or throwing their weapons. However, no matter their actions, there was only one outcome.

"Kala——"

Lightning flashed, ricocheting off flesh and blood. In a split second, the dozen or so Bafolk were scorched to a crisp. They collapsed, convulsing and covered in a stench of smoke. Sharp roars erupted from the settlement behind them.

"An enemy is attacking!"

"It's the magic caster!"

"It's a human... The captain has been defeated!"

Did he defeat a powerful individual? Wu Chen didn't feel any difference in the feel of his hand. He didn't know much about this type of creature, but he did know that furry creatures were weak to fire.

Flame Cloak, activated.

The elemental orb silently levitated, and Wu Chen's hand unleashed the bound blade. He continued forward, and the attacker, lurking in the shadows, missed. The blade slashed, and the body, severed in two, fell to the ground.

"I've always wanted to be a law-abiding person... well, at least someone who's kind to others."

More goatmen rushed out of the settlement's entrance, brandishing their weapons with a fierce fighting spirit. From the watchtower near the settlement's entrance, powerful archers roared.

"Use his magic! He's alone!"

"Archers, release your arrows! Shield soldiers, raise your guns!"

Arrows fell like rain.

However, Wu Chen simply twisted his body casually, dodging all the threatening arrows. The remaining ones could only fall without any effect on the steel armor that was strengthened by the academy robe.

Iron Armor has long since become stronger than steel. Its defensive power is now equivalent to the reactive armor of a main battle tank. Unlike tank armor, which is subject to metal fatigue, Iron Armor's effectiveness remains constant, constantly replenishing with the help of magic.

A ball of boiling fire had already ignited in Wu Chen's palm.

Incineration Fireball, spell enhancement.

A fiery meteor streaked across the night sky, crashing into the ranks of spearmen and shields at the settlement's entrance. The Bafolk struck was pierced through, shield and all, as a blazing flame erupted among the monsters.

‘Boom——’

It was a bright and dazzling fire.

Dozens of Bafolk were instantly blasted to smithereens, while hundreds more caught in the crossfire screamed in agony. The incinerating flames clung to their hair, so dense it could entangle a blade, burning them to the very bone. However, before they could fully experience the pain, a second incinerating fireball crashed into the settlement's massive gate.

The massive door made of hardwood and bone shattered, sending flames flying in all directions.

The goat archer captain, who was standing on the top of the watchtower and giving orders loudly just a moment ago, almost dropped his eyes from his frame.

"Is it... a fourth-tier fireball?" it muttered, but no matter how hard it tried to recall, it couldn't equate the power of the two. A terrifying thought suddenly burst out from the depths of its heart, and it couldn't help but howl.

"It's the fifth level!"

"That magic caster can cast fifth-tier magic continuously!"

Individuals who could wield fifth-tier magic were called heroes in this world. They were the kings of their clans, brave warriors living in the mortal realm. Weaker individuals, even if they assembled in numbers, could not stand up to them. Take, for example, Remedios, the leader of the Holy Kingdom's Knights. As a Heroic Paladin, she was even confident enough to single-handedly defeat tens of thousands of demihumans with a single sword, even without any peers to restrain her, when the Holy Kingdom was about to fall.

Heroes are so powerful.

The shouts directed at the hero were met with a sudden flash of fire.

What was shot in this direction was just an ordinary enhanced fireball, but it still made the entire watchtower explode into pieces like a building block in a storm!
The shattered body fell to the ground. The Mundusian cosmic magic, which emphasized destructive power and utilized souls to cast spells, seemed to be far more potent than the magic of this land. Wu Chen vaguely remembered a spellcaster in the Holy Kingdom capable of fifth-tier magic, but once her magic power was depleted, it would take at least a full day of rest to recover.

The efficiency is even far lower than that of Wu Chen, who has just become a wizard and has no equipment on his body.

And now... the total amount of magic power reserves has always remained above 90%. As long as it is not repeated all the way, then it can be replenished with just a breath.

It feels so good to cling to the senior sister.

Wu Chen stepped through the shattered gate of the settlement, ignoring the cries of the creatures writhing and struggling in the flames. His gaze swept across the group of goat-man dwellings that looked a bit like yurts, and all he saw was chaos and flight.

Are you scared by the fifth-level magic?
Wu Chen raised his hand, formed a fireball, and released it in any direction he disliked. Explosions and flames rang out one after another, but he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"I always believed that different races could come together. Long-standing hatreds could be reconciled."

Moving forward, his peripheral vision passed over the burning aobao (oboos) of the steppe. From beneath the shattered tents tumbled a collection of crude and delicate everyday utensils: bowls fashioned from skulls, hairpins and knives and forks fashioned from finger bones. Something resembling a child's toy bounced in the flames; it was undoubtedly a string of withered eyeballs strung on a rope.

This also happens in Skyrim.

The vampire's crypt, the snow elf's cave. Even within the game's visual rating, it would be as bad as it is now.

So Wu Chen killed these things without mercy.

Even so, Wu Chen knew that even among such terrible tribes as the Snow Elves and the Vampires, there were rational, friendly, and special cases who could become friends.

"And it turns out it was just that I didn't encounter it."

Continuing forward, his palms unleashed vast swathes of lightning and fire. Everywhere he looked was blood and explosions. The stench of burning mingled with the swirling wind, and the bound blade in his hand swung freely in the direction he desired.

Several bodies shattered and several pieces of debris fell down.

There was no shortage of well-equipped and excellent individuals among them. However, as long as Wu Chen's other hand was not casting a spell, telekinesis would take effect.

A moment of stagnation meant death. Neither courage nor skill could make up for this absolute difference in combat power.

"I don't even know them."

Fingers formed into swords, and those goat-man spellcasters who seemed to be about to chant magic were cut into pieces by invisible blades of force. And no matter who it was, as long as Wu Chen saw any signs of maintaining order, they would be immediately and invisiblely struck.

He waved his hand, and a fireball hit a drying rack filled with fresh meat. Burial was out of the question, but at least he could arrange a cremation.

"I just think it would be better if there were fewer barbarians in this world."

'Beep—' He heard the sound.

There was the roar of a horn, the trembling of the earth. A powerful individual exerted his power upon a powerful tool. And the vast chaos that had been seen was swiftly erased.

Calming technique.

A large-scale tranquilizing spell that reduces effectiveness and increases range under the effect of props.

The goatmen who had been screaming and fleeing in terror calmed down at a visible speed. Meanwhile, Wu Chen could sense a strong individual swimming against the tide of beasts on the other side.

"The King! The King is here!"

"Haowang Baza! The king of all Bafolk!"

"The King of Destruction!"

The terrified goatmen let out cries of ecstasy, as if the individual designated by this title could bring them strength. Wu Chen tilted his head, intending to continue reciting the fireball, but then he put it down. At the end of his sight, an exceptionally strong, heavily armored goat-man entered the arena, surrounded by subhuman monsters.

It carried a one-handed heavy sword and held a shield, its silver mane fluttering and its green eyes gleaming with determination.

The end of the sword pointed in the direction of Wu Chen.

"I am the king of all goatmen, Bazaar!"

"Foolish and arrogant magic caster, I will rebuild the door you destroyed. With just your head and skeleton!"

(End of this chapter)