Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 77: Pavel Baraja
Wu Chen felt a little regretful, regretting that he had stepped on the head.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Bafolk King's mangled, deformed skull. He himself didn't possess such power, and ninety percent of it was due to telekinesis. But how could a skull so rotten be used?
After all, he is a subhuman king.

Although it's quite weak, it can at least be used as a bargaining chip to save time in socializing. With this thing, it would surely be easy to become a guest of honor in the Holy Kingdom—using weapons and equipment would probably work, but it just doesn't feel ceremonial enough.

The Bafolk were still screaming and fleeing.

They feared him, they were terrified of him, because he possessed enough power to kill any Goatman, no matter how powerful he was.

After all, there was a slight error in my estimation of my own combat power.

While Mundus's magic certainly bears similarities to that of the Kingdom of Sky, the differences in detail are significant. Perhaps this is because Nirn possesses a sliver of their own original spirit, making every individual a near-divine being. Nirn's spells, emphasizing destructive power and efficiency, are far more powerful.

It seems to be a bit stronger than expected. Or maybe the equipment is just too effective.

My self-estimated normal level is 33 to 35. But now it seems that I might be in the 36-38 range, or even a little stronger.

The problem is not big.

Wu Chen tilted his head, and with a powerful flying blade, he severed the Goatman King's head. He carefully lifted the bloody mess and thought for a moment.

A spell is then activated.

It was a spell for healing and disinfection, capable of restoring expired or spoiled food to its original state. Although Wu Chen had no intention of eating the goat's head, this didn't stop him from treating the damaged skull as food, treating a dead horse as a living one, and giving it a medical treatment.

“Healing Reconstruction.”

A pale yellow glow of healing energy erupted. It seeped into the damaged skull and immediately took effect. Under Wu Chen's gaze, the twisted and shattered skull repaired itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its absurd, terrified, and absurd state before death.

"It feels average." Wu Chen looked at the freshly baked head.

If this Bafolk hero had stubbornly fought to the death, Wu Chen would have been very interested in spending some time to slay every last one of these resolute demihumans. However, seeing how things turned out in the end, it was really hard to bring himself to do that...

The wind began to flow.

Amidst the burning flames and the dancing shadows, a furious goatman warrior suddenly leaped out and lunged towards Wu Chen. Holding an enchanted dagger in its hand, it thrust with all its might into Wu Chen's neck!
"You! You actually gave our king to—"

A trusted confidant of Bazaar, it was instructed to hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity. However, upon witnessing Bazaar's fall, it was so terrified that it did nothing. Now, feelings of self-blame and regret have overwhelmed it, driving it to a near-suicide assassination.

Wu Chen raised his hand without looking back, his mind moving and suddenly bursting out.

This last loyal assassin was like a bug trapped in amber, frozen in the scorching air.

"It seems this sheep is very popular among you."

Wu Chen looked at the king's ridiculous face as he was dying.

"You intend to avenge it?"

He heard the Bafolk spitting, and the spit also solidified in the middle of the air.

"The people of Abelion will shed their last drop of blood for this land!" It glared at him and said viciously.

So Wu Chen nodded.

"Let's do it then," he said, clenching his fingers.

The assassin's body suddenly erupted in a series of explosions. The area below the neck was compressed to half its original size. The unyielding gaze still stared at him fiercely. So Wu Chen simply removed it and placed it face to face with Baza's panicked and anxious head.

It was late at night and it would probably be difficult to find a place to stay for a while.

Then, I would have plenty of time to relax and have some fun.

It's a good opportunity to expand the Jingguan outside the settlement and change the materials.

…………………………The night wind is blowing.

The dark night is as heavy as a grave.

The smell of death lingered in the air, and timid animals fled in terror. Mixed in with the surging night wind were faint explosions and screams.

—Something must have happened over there...something terrible, horrible.

—Is it an internal conflict? Has a challenger to the great king emerged among the Goat-Demigods? Or is it something else…

The Night Watch Commander took a deep breath. His dark eyes, already overly sharp from enhanced use, narrowed slightly. He silently raised his hand, and the elite sentinels following him immediately dismounted from their horses and held their breath. Each one was a well-trained warrior, able to conceal their movements even near an enemy camp.

His name was Pavel Baraja. He was one of the pillars of the Holy Kingdom of Robel. He possessed the rank of Adamantite, possessing a near-heroic strength. For his numerous contributions to the Holy Kingdom as a Ranger, he was awarded the Black of the Nine Colors. Leading a group of Rangers like himself, the Night Watch, he always took the initiative in times of crisis, investigating the movements of demihuman settlements beyond the Great Wall.

He was particularly wary of the Hill Goatmen. The king of the Goatmen, the heavily armored warrior Baza, known as the Great King of Destruction, was undoubtedly a "heroic" warrior, and had displayed exceptionally aggressive behavior towards the Holy Kingdom. He and his Goatmen warriors had once stormed the border wall, even striking down fellow warriors of one of the Nine Colors.

If left unchecked, it would surely become a serious threat to the Holy Kingdom.

But...how can we deal with this situation?

The tall, lanky Night Watch commander pursed his lips, his hardened face appearing even more ruthless. Even when he was simply distressed, he would always display this frightening expression.

Fortunately, those who follow him are all old subordinates who know him well.

"A few of you will follow me. The rest of you will be ready to retreat at any time. If we don't return soon, return to the Holy Kingdom and sound the alarm."

With a few gestures, the silent rangers immediately sprang into action under his command. Dark shadows, sheltered by the night wind, rapidly approached the remembered Goatman tribe. Each one was determined to face any challenge, willing to pay the price.

They ran.

They jump.

They sneak around.

They... stopped.

what is that?
The experienced ranger's eyes widened, his hands and feet trembling slightly with fear. The scene before him was undoubtedly terrifying yet magnificent. An ordinary demihuman would instantly go mad with terror. However, for a human, the experience was completely different.

That's a tower.

A towering, wide-based tower, distorted and rickety by its builders' subpar craftsmanship. It looked as if it could collapse at any moment. Countless horned Bafolk heads had been roughly torn off or neatly severed, used as foundations and materials to build upon more Bafolk heads. And at the top of the tower, the mighty head, crowned with a king, stood out with extraordinary majesty.

King Hao, Bazaar. The invader of the Holy Kingdom, the nightmare of countless soldiers on the border wall, the target of hatred for countless soldiers' families. Now, he was simply and crudely piled atop a tower, even showing a look of fear and panic before his death!

Even in his wildest dreams, Pavel had never seen anything like this. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch his thigh hard. Only when the excruciating pain hit him did he realize what was happening before his eyes wasn't an illusion.

"Captain... Captain!" one of his subordinates stammered. Normally, he would have loudly reprimanded such a mistake. However, following his subordinate's gaze, he realized that he had overlooked the most important piece of information beneath the tower.

There was a man standing there.

Black hair, and a robe of an unusual style.

There was a strange sphere floating above his head, and he was looking up at the tower.

"I'm not very good at building blocks..." The man's voice seemed a little distressed.

And the next moment, those dark eyes turned towards the direction of the night watch commander.

"Hey, you guys. Come over here and help."

(End of this chapter)