Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 85: The local magic is too rude
The city burned.

As every valuable possession that could be taken away was looted and loaded onto the wagons, the demonic city burned fiercely—this demihuman dwelling, built over hundreds of years and costing countless lives, was ultimately reduced to ruins by the wrath of humanity. Meanwhile, a long convoy headed towards the Holy Kingdom.

The speed was one-third of the way there, and that was Wu Chen's estimate after he had boosted the group's courage. At this rate, it would take nearly two days to reach the border of the Holy Kingdom.

In the past, Wu Chen would never have tolerated this pace, because he was in a hurry, and in a hurry.

But now, he felt that there was actually no problem, because just clearing out the Demonic Man's treasure house had already satisfied a large part of his goal.

The purpose of improving strength and acquiring knowledge.

Putting aside the gains from the battle, he did find some valuable items when he counted his gains. As a tribe whose members all possessed fourth-level spellcasting abilities, the Magicians had always valued the collection of magic books, supermagic techniques, and enchanted items. He was quite pleased with the number of items he had collected.

For example, the third-level flying technique.

Or, various attribute defenses distributed in the second and third levels.

He couldn't find the dimensional anchor or the portal, which was probably why the Demon Queen couldn't escape from him. As for the fifth-level long-distance teleportation, there was no trace of it.

After all, on this continent, spell tomes are incredibly precious secrets. Fluder, the patron saint of the Baharus Empire, lived for over two hundred years, expending countless resources and manpower, yet he still couldn't find a single copy of seventh-tier magic that he could learn. And in this corner of the continent where those with deviant abilities are practically legends, the knowledge of fifth- and sixth-tier magic is naturally equally cherished.

Wu Chen only found two fifth-level spell books in the secret room of the queen's bedroom.

Their contents are respectively turning mud into stone and turning stone into mud.

Terrain manipulation techniques weren't completely useless. Wu Chen accepted the two books and took away the valuable magical items hidden in the secret room.

"Death Guard Armlets."

The carriage's wheels slowly rolled. Wu Chen was riding in a vehicle that could almost be called a small mobile palace. It was the mobile palace of the Demonic Queen, pulled forward by four ferocious camel-like beasts that looked like lions. The interior of the carriage was a spacious space of approximately ten square meters, accommodating a luxurious bed, as well as space for a dining table and bookshelves.

Pavel volunteered to drive the lions. A single glance from him could silence the lions. Since he was willing to do this, Wu Chen let him go. After all, Wu Chen was eager for more powerful demihumans to hear the news and launch a surprise attack while Wu Chen was unable to move.

Unfortunately not.

The Demon Queen likely didn't have time to spread the news, but the demihumans would eventually discover the deaths of their three kings. They would become alarmed, wary, and perhaps form a coalition. But they wouldn't rashly attack a powerful enemy whose intelligence was unknown.

—but they will eventually.

Wu Chen was sure of this.

Wu Chen had already figured out the current timeframe—the Sorcerous Kingdom hadn't yet been established. As the Holy Kingdom's highest-ranking external intelligence officer, Pavel had only vaguely heard of the Kingdom's undead movements. In other words, it was the first month since the Great Tomb of Nazarick descended. They were presumably wary because Shalltear, one of the Floor Guardians, was being controlled by the Theocracy's world-class item, 'Alluring Beauty.'

It's good that both the Great Tomb and the Theocracy are contained.

This gave him the opportunity to develop in the Holy Kingdom and in the Abelion area.

But this wouldn't last long, because the Great Tomb of Nazarick would undoubtedly have sent out spies, who would have already arrived near this area. They were currently in a period of incubation, afraid to act openly. Therefore, they would undoubtedly find a way to influence some cannon fodder and test various suspicious areas.

A coalition of subhumans will be organized.

The demihuman coalition will attack the border of the Holy Kingdom.

Perhaps it wouldn't be like the original story, where one of the floor guardians, the great demon Demiurge with a power level of 100, would simply enter the scene in a vest. But there would definitely be a sudden, airborne, powerful alien leader leading this massive army.

And by that time——

——It also saves me from looking for them one by one.

Wu Chen examined the armband that appeared before him. He knew it. This special item even had the ability to resist the death decree of an eighth-level magic spell once a day. It was just the right thing to help him.

He fitted the cleaned armband onto his left arm and then examined the other loot. He wasn't surprised to find necklaces and rings that significantly increased the wearer's total mana. While this "significant" amount only added up to four or five hundred points, it was still better than nothing.

This kind of income is already sufficient for this small place.

Wu Chen pursed his lips slightly, counting his spoils while calculating his current combat power. According to the rules of this world, his current level was only sixteen. But if he calculated pure strength...

—He's probably close to level 50. Level 50 is the level at which one can use eighth-tier magic. The only humans above this level are Irubiai, the "Nation Destroyer," Antilini, the "Death Slayer," and a certain unknown, divine captain. Considering that two of these three aren't considered proper humans, and their levels are inflated, they're unlikely to leave their familiar areas. Wu Chen can now confidently claim to be the strongest human in the Holy Kingdom.

But that makes no sense.

We also need to prepare some tricks.

Wu Chen shook his head, interrupting his thoughts. What was to happen was bound to happen, and now he had to focus on learning the knowledge of the other world.

..............................

But I can't learn it.

You can’t learn even if you wear a mask.

He put on a mask, freed up his brain power, and even risked further erosion from his prayers, carefully drawing a little wish power from the worship surrounding the convoy to apply the buff, but he still couldn't learn it.

Wu Chen threw down the fifth-tier spell book, clutching his head. He felt like he had finally reached the true level of his learning—he could replicate the energy mobilization steps and, following the book's instructions, directly construct the corresponding spell model using his mind and magic. However, when he truly tried to unleash it, strange and inexplicable problems would always arise.

Most of the time they are duds.

Very few will become big explosions.

Of course, at this time, the ability to manipulate the elemental field can be used smoothly, and the crisis that would cause a panic will be nipped in the bud.

But it's still hard.

Quite difficult to stretch.

He clearly possessed ten levels of local magic and could use the various abilities granted by his profession. He could seize the Demon Queen's Chaos Knight Spear with just a thought. Yet, he was unable to use even the lowest level of magic.

Fossils can be turned into mud and cannot be used.

The Chaos Knight gun cannot be reproduced either.

Fire and Darkness resistance increased, and even if he could create a perfect one-to-one replica of the spell model, it wouldn't work. Even lowering the requirements to the lowest level, he couldn't even execute the local version of Arcane Missiles, known as Magic Arrows!

"……What the hell?"

The structure can be memorized perfectly, and if it were a purely written test, there would be absolutely no problem. However, this isn't a certification exam on Earth, so what's the point of memorizing it if you can't use it?
Almost a whole day was wasted.

Wu Chen now felt that he might as well throw these books away and use this day to clear another demihuman stronghold. At least the resource points really have purchasing power.

Something must have gone wrong.

Wu Chen pursed his lips, and the scale mark on his left hand twitched slightly. He thought he should get out of the carriage and get some fresh air.

So he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the partition of the carriage. The wheels stopped rolling, and soon the voice of the head of the night watch came from the front of the carriage.

"grown ups?"

"How far is it to the Holy Kingdom's walls?"

"It's half a day's journey, Lord Daxter. Your message should have reached Hobans City. I believe Her Majesty the Holy Queen has already prepared a ceremony to welcome you... Would you like to speed up a bit?"

The wording is weird.

But Wu Chen has never bothered to care about such details.

It was night again. Even with his candlelight spells, his regular group courage-boosting spells, and the generous distribution of food and wealth, these newly freed slaves needed some rest.

"Take a break," he said.

"Be patient." He emphasized to himself in his heart.

(End of this chapter)