Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 91: Shadow from the Great Tomb
Wu Chen had no idea what Kuilat was thinking, and he didn't know that before he even arrived in the Holy Kingdom of Lobul, 60% of the people there already had the surname Wu.

It didn't matter; he was just repeating his combat skills. Although he still hadn't found a way to the border, he was convinced that strength was the only reason to be king—in other words, as long as he was strong enough, the whole world would make way for him.

He returned to his carriage, wondering where the green dragon had come from—he had an idea, and now he was about to take action.

The mask still rings in the dream.

Wu Chen fell into deep thought.

—I suppose this matter is closely connected with the great tomb.

——And who knows, maybe the spies of the Great Tomb are hiding somewhere nearby.

He wasn't sure, but he had a preconceived notion. He didn't possess abilities like the Offensive Intelligence Protection Barrier, which could block any prying eyes. The only thing he was certain of was that there were no other eyes or ears in this small, cramped room.

The telekinetic ropes had already been deployed, crisscrossing invisible threads that completely encircled the interior of the carriage. On the outside, the protective barrier that had already been deployed should also provide a certain degree of defense.

perhaps.

——But I just don’t believe that you can walk into my dream with me.

The spy might exist, or it might not. Wu Chen had already closed his eyes. Everything before him was instantly shrouded in an ambiguous filter, and he was already deep in sleep.

The nameless silver-gray dragon priest's face was still trembling, and he immediately stretched out his hand. As he covered his face with the mask, he sensed a violent vibration.

'Roar--! ! ! '

That was the roar of a dragon.

The roar was different from the dragon of the Nain world that Wu Chen knew.

His sight shifted, and the emerald green dragon that he had killed and whose soul he had bound came into his eyes. It was trapped outside his dream, being burned and tortured by invisible flames.

The mask is buzzing.

The mark on the back of my hand was heating up.

They whispered and urged the unappointed dragon priest to fulfill his duties. And the content of this duty was to incorporate the soul of the dead dragon into the secret ritual of sacrifice!
Even if it's not the same world.

Even if this is not the same kind of dragon.

Even though Nirn's dragons are essentially fragments of spacetime, the shed scales of a dragon god, while the dragons of Pan-Realm Sky are composed entirely of flesh and blood, these two distinct dragons can still be categorized within the concept of "dragon" recognized by their respective worlds.

This is destiny.

Wu Chen had already extended his scaly hand towards the green dragon soul outside the dream.

"Come!"

An invisible giant hand reached out from the dream, dragging the lush green dragon, lingering outside of it, into the dream. The silver-gray mask shone brightly, appearing almost white. The still-roaring dragon's soul was instantly pressed into the dragon priest's mask!
A dragon's roar suddenly rang out, and a verdant green shadow came into Wu Chen's sight. The green dragon he had easily defeated seemed to regain strength and flesh and blood. It roared and snarled, then pounced towards Wu Chen!

[I am Venomthorn! The hidden master of Abelion! I wield venom and conspiracy, and I will triumph in the end!]

A giant emerald claw slammed down, and a heavy sword appeared in Wu Chen's palm. This sword was the same one Wu Chen had used to kill Du Ji and pull it from its corpse. The power it possessed now was completely different from when Wu Chen had previously faced Mir Menil with the mediocre sword in hand!

"Dang!" The sharp claws struck the blade in vain, and Wu Chen swung the iron blade vigorously. If he could kill Du Ji once, he could certainly do it a second time. Even without using magic or martial arts, relying solely on determination and bravery, he still believed he could succeed.

Dragon blood splattered.

The injured dragon roared and its scales shattered and fell.

This wasn't a real stage, but a battlefield of the heart. The victor was inherently more composed than the defeated, able to resist a dragon's bite with their arms and block even its breath with determination.

'boom--! ’

The roaring breath stopped as Wu Chen raised his hand to block. However, Wu Chen's tightly gripped greatsword had already successfully penetrated the dragon's neck. Fiery and highly toxic dragon blood gushed out, showering the dragon slayer's body in large streams.

Hot, burning.

Severe pain.

Wu Chen opened his eyes.

It wasn't a physical eye, but an inner hole deep within the soul. Countless tiny fragments of the broken fragments immediately flooded into Wu Chen's perception. He became a young dragon, tearing open its eggshell and roaring at his brothers and sisters.

He grew scales and acquired sharp claws, and was able to take large hares into his mouth.

He and his brothers and sisters fought and bit each other, fighting for a few jewels, until the shadow of the patriarch, which covered the sky, banished all the young dragons.

Alone and displaced.

Driven from the mountains to the plains, and suffering at the hands of various powerful races, until their homeland was once again deprived, the Emerald Dragon was defeated again and again, and finally fled to the hills on the edge of the continent.

Thus, Banethorn became Banethorn, the hidden lord of the Abelion Hills.

From then on, it lived in seclusion, plotting in dark corners. It avoided the attacks of the theocracy's gods and avoided direct battles with the powerful demi-human kings until it successfully survived its adult dragon sleep.

It gained the power to rule the land.

Yet it has grown accustomed to life as the Lord of Secrets—deep within it, a desire brews: a desire to return to the distant mountains of its birthplace, to strike down all its brothers and sisters. One day, it will face the Ancient Father who exiled it. Until then, it must lie dormant.

Wu Chen closed his eyes.

He was still himself, still Wu Chen—the dragon's memory was vast and powerful, and those who were less qualified could easily blend in. But for Wu Chen, defeating the defeated once again was not a big deal.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a Dragonborn. He couldn't, like a Dragonborn, completely rob the defeated dragon of its knowledge and power. All he could do was to suppress the essence of the otherworldly dragon soul that most closely resembled the Dragon of Nirn within his own soul ritual.

The body and mind trembled together.

A rune of power was thus activated.

It comes after Fus (power) and before Dah (motivation). Its form of existence is Ro.

Balance, Ro.

At that moment, he finally understood why his mental and physical strength had improved since he acquired Fus. At the time, he had understood it as a gift from Mir, and it was indeed so. However, only now did he understand how this gift worked.

The power rune is the composition of the dragon's power.

And now, he has obtained Ro.

He achieved balance.

His body became exceptionally light and nimble at this moment, the bond between body and soul even closer. He had the feeling that even without using martial arts, his body could maintain its balance at all times. He could also instinctively execute many light yet complex tactical moves.

Now, he has become a warrior.

He was worthy of this title, not just a mere martial arts repeater. Perhaps his absolute strength hadn't improved, but his agility and dexterity were far superior to before.

Nice harvest.

But compared to this...

"Got you."

A fragment caught his eye, and he saw the memory of Poison Thorn, the dark secret that even the dragons who died in battle never knew—the dark shadow that silently crept into the depths of Poison Thorn's lair when the demon city was destroyed and the city fires ignited.

A shadow, a demon.

It made a sound next to the ear of the dormant green dragon Venomthorn.

[Go quickly and take back the treasure that belongs to you. The demon city has been destroyed, and the plunderers transporting the treasure are fleeing.]

[Move! This treasure rightfully belongs to the great and greedy Lord of Abelion's Secrets. As long as you... are willing to make a small, insignificant effort for it.]

This startled the green dragon awake, and the shadow disappeared.

And Wu Chen finally let out a breath at this moment.

"It's really you guys..."

"The Demon Sentinel of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

(End of this chapter)