Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 92: Calca, I'm Sorry

Wu Chen didn't know the demon sentinel.

But he could at least confirm their demonic nature... the unpleasant smell of sulfur and the stench of rancidity brought by the dissipation of negative energy.

They are demons.

Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Demiurge, the Floor Guardian responsible for gathering intelligence on the Holy Kingdom, happened to be a max-level Archdemon—demons naturally summon their own demonic followers. And if Wu Chen remembered correctly, a month after Shalltear's defeat, Demiurge established the infamous Holy Kingdom Two-Legged Sheep Ranch in a hidden location within the Apollin Hills.

This section most clearly highlights the sinister nature of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Back on Earth, there were always diehard fans who refused to believe the reality and firmly believed that the so-called "Holy Kingdom two-legged sheep" were a type of demihuman. Unfortunately, demihumans are a specialty of the Apollin Hills, and adding a prefix like "Holy Kingdom" is simply impossible. When the Holy Kingdom scroll was opened, the secrets behind this nickname were directly revealed.

——I still can’t accept it...I feel sick just thinking about it.

——However, in this world line I live in, the people of the Holy Kingdom will not suffer such a tragic outcome again.

He who wears the crown must bear its weight. Wu Chen didn't simply accept the expectations and submission of the people of the Holy Kingdom for nothing—he knew exactly what would happen upon entering the holy city of Hobans, what he would gain, and what he would become. He also knew the challenges and adversaries he would face after assuming this power.

The Great Tomb was destined to expand, and he could not endure the carnage unfolding before his eyes. While there might be room for negotiation with the player Momonga, there was no possibility of coexistence with Ainz Ooal Gown, the Lord of the Great Tomb. Even if he could temporarily appease him with tactics, the Lord of the Great Tomb would eventually resolve to eliminate all uncontrolled forces that could threaten the safety of the Great Tomb.

In ancient times, this was known as "false accusation," forcing others to sleep soundly beside one's bed. Powers not belonging to the Great Tomb are considered original sins by the Great Tomb's master, just as it declares in the original storyline, "If the Platinum Dragon King surrenders, I will drain him of all his value and then kill him, for I am unsure of my ability to control such a powerful being."

Fighting is the only outcome.

As long as he continued to adventure in this land, continuing to gain purchase vouchers and resource points, he was destined to be incompatible with the Great Tomb of Nazarick—unless he could become strong enough to subdue them before they committed an evil act that he could not tolerate.

It's quite a beautiful thought.

But they weren't worth the risk.

Wu Chen opened his eyes and returned to the present world. The moment his body and the other shells synchronized, he felt more agile and relaxed than he had expected.

And eager to try.

"Not bad." Wu Chen moved his hands.

He suddenly realized the many mistakes he'd made earlier in swinging the greatsword. Timing, angles, and numerous flaws in applying force—he hadn't learned any new tactical techniques, only a deeper understanding of balance. Unbalanced movements stood out to him like unrhymed sentences, and his body automatically reacted before his thoughts could reach him, correcting these imbalances.

I kind of want to find something to try my hand at.

But before that...

"Knock, knock—" There was a light knock on the door.

"Master Dust," Pavel's voice humbly echoed from outside the door. "Master Queralt wishes to meet with you to discuss some important matters. May I ask if you would…"

Wu Chen turned his head slightly.

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

He saw Kuirat once again, the Highest Priest of the Holy Kingdom. Unlike her previous attire, which had been deliberately low-key to hide among the Paladins, she appeared before him again, emphasizing her status and beauty.

She gathered her long hair and washed her bright face with clean water. She tied her loose ritual robes at strategic points, highlighting her graceful figure and the patterns and ornaments that symbolized her religious status. The previous dejection and dejection of defeat vanished, replaced by a renewed wisdom and vigor.

She now came here as the 'Highest Priest of the Holy Kingdom', a figure of exceptional beauty and wisdom.

Wu Chen's gaze swept over her.

Wu Chen acknowledged the beauty she displayed at that moment. While the beauty of ordinary people in the fantasy medieval world might be below the Earth average, its upper limit far exceeded that of Earth beauties, who could only enhance their appearance with industrial cosmetics and minimally invasive surgery. Supernatural powers could make everything appear perfectly natural. And Kuirat was also quite eye-catching in his presence.

His heart was slightly agitated, perhaps because he had absorbed the dragon's characteristics from this world. But Wu Chen suppressed all of this with a single thought. He thought that the other party's presumptuous visit was not for something interesting and not boring, but not very important.

I need to find some time to experience the local customs and practices. "I apologize for my intrusive visit, Lord Daxter." She bowed deeply to Wu Chen, revealing her slender, snow-white neck.

"Sit down." Wu Chen waved his hand.

A lump of earth, dragged in from outside the carriage by a telekinetic beam, transformed at his casual glance into mud, shaped, and remade. Using his newfound sense of balance, he sculpted it into an exquisite chair. And in an instant, the chair transformed itself into stone, transforming into a sturdy and ornate stone chair that landed firmly at Kuirat's feet.

Wu Chen wasn't very good at dealing with people, just like he wasn't good at public speaking. But fortunately, his powerful strength could always help him solve most of the problems he was not good at.

Kuirat's body trembled noticeably, and the confidence he had felt earlier vanished in an instant.

"Yes." She sat down obediently. Her heart was in turmoil, unable to calm down. All the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat.

Turning stone into mud, mud into stone, telekinesis... just for something as simple as a chair, Dust had casually cast three fifth-tier spells. And then she thought about herself, a hero, who had to prepare in advance and put in a lot of effort to cast a fifth-tier spell... Suddenly, she sighed.

This was no longer an opponent I could fight... or even confront. To not side with him would be folly.

She suddenly became a little reserved.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

However, courage refilled her body - she did not come here for her own selfish reasons, she knocked on this door for the people of the Holy Kingdom.

So she took a deep breath.

"I want to know what the Holy Kingdom can do for you?"

She tried hard to look into Dust's eyes, which were like the abyss, but she could not catch any valuable emotions from those eyes - she felt that Dust seemed to have no thoughts, and even felt that Dust was a little interested in her body, but immediately, she threw these arrogant speculations out of her heart.

The fox was always worried about the outcome when trying to guess the tiger's intentions. Furthermore, the fox was confronted by a dragon with sharp teeth and claws, and huge wings that covered the sun like clouds.

However, Dust just smiled softly.

"Your colleague, Pavel Baraja, wants me to rule the Holy City of Hobans. He wants me to unify the Holy Kingdom's current north-south divide. He wants me to lead a massive army to clear the entire Abelion Hills and bring this vast and fertile land into the Holy Kingdom's fold."

"He wants the country to be strong and prosperous, and the people to live and work in peace and contentment. He wants the people of the Holy Kingdom to not have to worry about their children becoming prey to monsters, or themselves becoming slaves to the demihumans. And he knows I can do it, because all I need to do is find and kill all the demihuman kings, and there will naturally be plenty of people to take care of the rest. So..."

Daxter looked at her quietly, and that sight made her heart tremble. She felt as if she was being seen through, and an awkward heat surged inside her.

"I want to know, what can the Holy Kingdom do for me?"

Kuirat took a silent breath, his slender legs tensed and tightly clasped together. All the prepared rhetoric and strategies were rendered useless by this magnificent force. Because all the skills and strategies were, in essence, just substitutes to make up for the lack of stats.

and……

She thought back to her past, her own aspirations. She had defied all odds and, alongside her sister, had pushed for the fifteen-year-old Calca to become Holy King. It wasn't simply a matter of childhood friendship—in her heart, the prosperity of her nation, the happiness of her people, and the survival of her race always came before everything else.

Yet, nine years after ascending the throne, Calca still hadn't managed to dismantle the influence of the southern aristocratic faction. Despite possessing unwavering righteousness and unwavering military power, she remained a nefarious figure, more a heir or custodian than a king.

Not the Holy King, nor the Holy Queen. But the Holy Princess—Calca's gentleness might have been considered her strength in the past, but now...

—I'm sorry, Calca. I...

She made up her mind.

"Are you interested in becoming the full-power regent of the Holy Kingdom of Lobel?"

(End of this chapter)