"Dragon... no, it's a giant fire lizard!"
The Crimson Lizard King spread its wings, each wing spanning over a hundred meters, and the already cramped wedding hall seemed even smaller.
The intense, oppressive aura from the creature forced all players and NPC soldiers to retreat in panic.
The Crimson Lizard King folded its spiny wings, its beastly eyes filled with contempt. It lowered its long neck slightly and shot out a stream of destructive flame.
Boom!
The fiery breath, mixed with molten lava, swept across everything.
-4000!
Crit -8000!
Crit -8000!
...
The four melee players' faces turned pale with terror. In an instant, their armor melted, and their health bars plummeted!
This was a death blow!
And also despair.
Demon Emperor's face turned grim as he checked the beast's attributes.
[Dragon Enemy: Death Devourer]
Level 40
Lord-Class Beast
HP: 10,000,000
Attack: 4000
Crit Rate: 80%
Skills: Destructive Breath, Body Enhancement, Devour Growth
"What the hell, this is a million HP Lord boss? Are you kidding me?"
"Over 8000 damage per hit... one breath from this beast will kill us all!"
The players who had just been excited about killing and looting froze in fear.
Crazy Handsome, who had just switched sides, swallowed nervously. "That idiot mage's summon... no, this is a God-level mage summon! This is an Infinite Dimensions god!"
Jattle: "Crazy Handsome, you've changed. You've changed so quickly, it's leaving us all bewildered."
Crazy Handsome: "Who dares steal the dragon egg? They'll have to walk over my corpse first!"
Other players who had turned traitor were left speechless, caught in Crazy Handsome's chaotic switch.
The situation shifted again. Players with Orson and Drunken Dream now turned their focus back on Demon Emperor and his crew.
"That's some serious opportunism... I'll give you that," Orson muttered, standing atop the lizard's head and rolling his eyes.
He commanded the Crimson Lizard King to unleash its Destructive Breath, forcing Drunken Dream, who was about to be overwhelmed, to retreat.
Looking down, Orson sneered at the two powerful members of the Xian family.
He was elevated, and the pressure on his enemies was palpable.
Meanwhile, Berenice was even higher, riding her egg, and shouting orders:
"The young lady and her battle beast have arrived! All of you, kneel and bow down!"
"Capture the leader first—summoners are strong, but their base form is still just a fragile, soft target!"
"Right!" Several elite players from major guilds analyzed the situation.
They quickly concluded that while Orson was indeed powerful, if his summoner self died, his summoned beast would disappear too, with a lengthy cooldown before another could be summoned.
With this knowledge, four high-HP knights rushed forward, shields raised.
These players were no slouches; they set up a defense, with ranged DPS firing skills to interrupt the Crimson Lizard King's breath.
Dragon-like breath skills had a brief charge time. If they could successfully interrupt or break it, it would cause the beast to suffer significant backlash damage.
However, the Crimson Lizard King had fought dragons before. Its combat abilities were beyond that of a typical boss.
It feigned opening its mouth to unleash breath, then abruptly stopped the skill as incoming arrows and magic balls neared. With a wide flap of its wings, it blocked the attacks.
The next moment, it swiped a massive claw down, grabbed one of the knights, and stuffed him straight into its mouth.
Crunch, crunch, crunch…
-4000
Crit -8000
...
The bones cracked, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Mount Number One is using skill: Devour Growth."
...
The Crimson Lizard King fought as if it had inherited some unknown legacy, its Destructive Breath evolving into an even more deadly technique. A quick burst of breath exploded mid-air, burning and scalding hundreds of players.
The iron-clad formation they had set up was broken apart.
The Crimson Lizard King jumped to the ground, its massive feet slamming down. Every step crushed a player like a bug, grabbing them and stuffing them into its gaping mouth.
"Ugh... I want to go home. This is a horror game!"
"They promised us a clean, quick death, not this!"
"Players who get eaten by it... their bodies don't disappear, it just devours them directly!"
Players' heads were buzzing with fear. They knew that death was only temporary, but the gruesome way this fire lizard killed was deeply unsettling.
Orson, however, remained calm, muttering to himself, "Well, if we're going to die, we might as well get used to it."
He had witnessed much more brutal scenes before—the devouring of entire cities, rivers of blood.
"Such a powerful mount," Drunken Dream marveled, drinking health potions as he stared up at the Crimson Lizard King.
This was the type of mount he'd dreamed of—a god-level mount!
But the Crimson Lizard King noticed his gaze, and it suddenly twisted its head, locking onto Drunken Dream. Its bloodshot eyes were full of violent rage.
Drunken Dream's face paled, and he dared not make eye contact.
"Feeling nervous, young adventurer?" Orson chuckled lightly.
The Crimson Lizard King, a dragon's natural enemy, instinctively rejected the unique aura emanating from the Dragon Riders.
"Kill them all, you foolish pests! Hurry up, I still need my beauty sleep!" Berenice shouted, bouncing up and down.
"Roar!"
The Crimson Lizard King roared in fury, its rancid breath almost making Orson gag.
Even though Berenice was one of his subordinates, the Crimson Lizard King still treated her with hostility—her dragon-like scent was too strong.
Suddenly, a cold flash cut through the air, and Blank attacked again, this time targeting Drunken Dream.
Drunken Dream, just recovering a bit of health, furrowed his brow.
Block!
Clang!
Block again!
...
Orson's eyes widened in surprise. Drunken Dream's moves exceeded his expectations.
The Dragon Spear didn't just swing—it left afterimages in its wake.
In the blink of an eye, Drunken Dream had successfully blocked seven times in a row!
His combat instincts were terrifying!
No wonder Blank, a master of ancient martial arts, struggled even without skills—Drunken Dream was truly formidable.
"Get lost!"
Drunken Dream snorted, exhaling like a storm. His spearpoint struck the ground, sending a powerful shockwave that forced Blank back.
Blank disappeared again.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Blank reappeared, delivering another series of lightning-fast strikes.
Drunken Dream, slowly being pushed back, finally took a hit from Blank's sword, deep in his shoulder.
Crit + Bleed effect, and Drunken Dream's health dropped below 500!
Blank: "Demon Emperor, I'll take care of the dragon rider! You hold off the summon! We can win!"
"Win?"
Orson sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Demon Emperor's face turned cold as black light surged around him, his body shifting into the form of a Berserker.
His health had dropped to just 10%, but his attributes were massively boosted!
-8000
Crit -16000
...
Berserker's Exclusive Skill: Life Drain
Demon Emperor's health suddenly surged back, rising to an incredible 30,000!
The Crimson Lizard King, injured from several slashes, let out a roar and retaliated with another Destructive Breath.
Demon Emperor, his face cold and grim, swung his battle blade to block.
The legendary sword was immediately scorched, turning red from the heat of the breath.
Ding!
With a swift motion, Demon Emperor deflected the breath, sending a burst of sparks flying as it ricocheted off.
Boom!
Five ranged DPS players were caught in the blast and burned to death.
"Wow! Demon Emperor is insane—he blocked a fire lizard's dragon breath with a sword!"
"Money Traveler is nothing compared to him—without Orgod, he's nothing! Demon Emperor is truly invincible!"
The players stared in awe. Such a move was beyond their capabilities. Just holding a sword against such an attack seemed impossible.
Meanwhile, Blank, looking for an opening, reappeared at Drunken Dream's blind spot.
He was about to strike when two Xian family experts moved in.
"Wind God's Elegy!"
A massive windstorm formed above them, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
"Light Hammer!"
The Xian family's warrior and mage worked in perfect synchronization to unleash a powerful blinding skill.
Crazy Handsome: "Damn it! My eyes! I'm leaving you behind, Lord God Mage!"
Amid the chaos, Blank's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the feeling of vengeance finally within his grasp.
As he passed Orson, he whispered in his ear, "You're dead