Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 97: Coronation
She was indeed a beauty - Wu Chen had to admit this when he saw Calca Besares.

He had to admit that his praise for Kuirat was somewhat biased. Judging purely by feminine charm, the clingy fox was indeed slightly inferior to the pure white orb.

He bowed slightly on his horse, responding to Calca with the same courtesy.

“Your Majesty Calca.”

He said.

Behind him followed the Custodio sisters. Pavel, however, remained a little further away—he had chosen that location and even brought a sturdy warrior with him as he crossed the Great Wall. From Wu Chen's perspective, that warrior was likely of a relatively high steel rank.

It is also one of the nine colors.

After he carefully looked at the head of the Goatman King, the look in his eyes when he looked at himself was filled with only respect.

He seemed to be just an ordinary warrior, so Wu Chen didn't pay much attention to him. He jumped off his horse and glanced at the crowd behind Calca.

Civil servants, maids, and richly dressed members of the royal family and nobility stood a little further away, paying their respects. He feared him because he was powerful. They admired him, also because he was strong enough. As his gaze swept over them one by one, they too bowed respectfully, expressing their willingness to submit.

“This is Nine-Colored Purple, who…” Calca approached with understanding, wanting to introduce him to the pillars of the Holy Kingdom.

He raised his hand.

"You are the Holy King," he said. He was perhaps the first person of such high rank in this country to publicly address Calca as the Holy King, rather than the Holy Queen. And what he said would surely become customary. "You were responsible for this country's internal affairs in the past, and it will remain so in the future. I will focus solely on matters related to war, and, uh... occasionally, on matters of public welfare."

Behind her, Kuirat sighed in relief. She could control her emotions, but she revealed all her righteousness and selfishness to Wu Chen. And just as she had thought, a king whose might lay in his martial arts would not dwell on such insignificant details.

Wu Chen then looked at Calca again.

"I don't like red tape. What is the specific process?"

"If you don't mind, the palace has prepared a banquet and a ball to welcome you. This celebration can continue until you feel ready. Or if you prefer a simpler approach, I can crown you now."

The supreme ruler of the Holy Kingdom, with golden hair falling to her ankles, gazed at him, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation and eagerness that he was not quite accustomed to. However, Wu Chen was able to read more information from that pure, even somewhat innocent, heart, and even... a hint of smug joy.

Are you secretly happy because your power has not been taken away?

Or was it because she discovered that she was actually easier to get along with and more understanding than she had expected?

It's all possible.

This, in turn, piqued Wu Chen's interest in bullying her. Such a pure and exquisitely crafted treasure could easily trigger the desire to destroy in a crude person. But Wu Chen wasn't so unromantic.

He just took a step forward.

And there was silence all around immediately.

He reached out, intending to pluck a strand of the blonde queen's hair. However, he sensed Calca's lithe, graceful body suddenly stiffening. He adjusted his movements slightly, patting the girl's shoulder naturally.

“Keep it simple,” he said, and then he passed Calca and continued forward.

The queen behind her was momentarily stunned, bewildered, and even lost. Her pretty cheeks flushed slightly, and her close friend Kuirat immediately stepped forward to support her. With a few quick gestures, her men and the spies hidden in the crowd immediately understood.

The sound of musical instruments rang out. Cheers erupted from the crowd. The nobles and civil servants who greeted Dust chatted and laughed loudly, creating a joyful and harmonious atmosphere. Large petals flew into the air, accompanied by a considerable amount of gold and silver coins.

And Wu Chen strode forward.

He walked through the corridors, and the guards and maids guarding the palace gates all knelt to greet him. He continued to go deeper until he reached the most magnificent central hall.

The Holy Queen, skirt lifted, followed him closely. After all, she was a steel-ranked Faith Magic Caster, possessing a physique and endurance far superior to that of an ordinary person. Her attendants also followed closely behind her, none of them showing any signs of bewilderment or confusion.

Rules are only for those who hold power through institutions. A true king needs no regard for the rules of others, nor does he need others to crown him or bestow him with honors. His kingship is sustained by his own strength, requiring at most a symbol to identify the territory he rules.

A crown lay quietly on the throne.

Made of gold, embellished with white crystal and jade of the same color.

It was different from the one Calca wore. This was because Calca wore the Holy Kingdom's most powerful ritual prop, while the one before Wu Chen was merely a work of art.

It was merely beautiful, merely luxurious. It lacked much historical value or practical utility. This was perhaps because past sage kings had no need for other crowns, but it was also due to the haste of the situation.

However, when his fingertips touched the crown, he knew the meaning of the crown.

He saw it. He saw the immense tide of boundless faith. Since the first Holy King had carved out land on this wasteland two hundred years ago, battles, struggles, unity, mutual aid, sacrifice, and then progress. The people of the Holy Kingdom had shed countless blood for this land, and its protectors had sacrificed countless lives. And the countless crimson and pure white that merged together became the prototype of royal power.

It's there.

It is the fusion of willpower and faith.

It lies between existence and nothingness, hidden from the mortal world. Only those who possess the divine nature and are determined to fight to protect the Holy Kingdom can touch this crown of kingship.

Young God Lv1.

Wu Chen's inner soul trembled slightly.

He knew he could accept it, and carry it. Let the immense power it held become a part of his body and mind. Even if he didn't take that step, once it was worn on his head, it would grant him the power of a guardian.

——The wisdom of the guardian angel.

Eyes become brighter and perception becomes clearer.

The 170,000 square kilometers of land occupied by the Holy Kingdom, which is one-fourth the area of ​​France recorded in the original text, came into Wu Chen's sight.

He saw the inhabitants of the Holy Kingdom, totaling 7.42 million.

I saw some traces of dirt scattered across the land of the Holy Kingdom.

They were alien species that had infiltrated the Holy Kingdom, spies from other nations, swarms of monsters hiding in caves and hills, and those humanoid individuals who bore the title of Holy Kingdom nobles but were cruel and vicious, treating their own people like demihumans.

They hurt people.

The people's resentment is also concentrated in the monarch's crown.

This resentment was pure enough to transform into a negative pure wish power. Once their hatred was cleared, this wish power could directly serve as nourishment, filling Wu Chen's body that longed for progress.

Being a king does have its advantages.

Although only sufficiently powerful beings have the opportunity to obtain this benefit.

But before that...

"I see it." He saw the shadow.

Amidst the tide of willpower, the malicious distortion of its form could no longer be concealed—it was a mass crawling in the shadows behind the chandelier atop the palace, and it represented the hostility of Nazarick.

The regent's crown was placed on his head.

No one had time to cheer.

Wu Chen suddenly raised his hand, and the protective barrier suddenly unfolded. Even though the shadow demon hiding in the darkness had not really revealed its whereabouts in this radiant light, the mind-stimulated telekinesis beam pounced on it!

"GEEE——!!!" A sharp and terrifying voice rang out.

The multi-winged, multi-eyed demon was dragged to the ground by telekinesis—this was a level 35 creature from Nazarick's sentinel. The aura it exuded as it struggled sent shudders through everyone present!
"The King of the Demihumans—!" No one knew this demon, but they knew its power. They screamed in fear.

"Baji——" The next moment, the demon spewed out explosive slurry under Wu Chen's gaze.

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone is in disbelief.

Only Remedios instinctively drew her fading holy sword, while Queralt stood in front of Calca.

The king has been crowned.

Wu Chen's calm and composed voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Bring me a pen and paper," he said.

"I need to make a list."

(End of this chapter)