Critical Hit -2700!
-1340
Burn -5800
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With a massive explosion, the Graveyard turned into a fiery hell. The black-clad NPCs screamed in agony, rolling on the ground in an attempt to put out the flames, but the chaotic fire wasn't something that could be extinguished easily.
The flames kept burning until the flesh dried up and the bones turned to charcoal. They didn't stop.
Every second, a large amount of burn damage appeared, and not long after, more than half of the black-clad NPCs had been killed or injured. Only a few, led by Dragon Grand, managed to survive.
"Is this… a forbidden spell?"
Drunken Dream gasped. The flames lit up the sky, fire elementals roared and rampaged. The entire ground was burning.
The night sky seemed like daylight. Even from a great distance, you could still feel the searing heat.
"It's just an A-rank spell. If it were an SS-rank forbidden spell, the area of effect would at least be ten times bigger," Orson said indifferently.
Drunken Dream gasped. "Can you do it? Show me one."
Before he could finish speaking, two Thunderclap strikes came his way!
"If I could use a forbidden spell, would I need you to aggro the mobs? I'd just ride Number One and rain hell on Infinite Dimensions," Orson snorted with disdain.
"Terrifying… it's good you can't, otherwise, how would the NPCs survive?" Drunken Dream rubbed his head, feeling fortunate for the native inhabitants of Infinite Dimensions.
A-rank Fire Magic: Brahma's Divine Flame
Effect: Consumes 1500 MP to create a large explosive fire, dealing equivalent damage to the caster's spell attack power, and causing a 30-second burn effect that deals 500 damage per second to the target. Cooldown: 4 minutes.
Looking at the panel alone, this A-rank skill didn't seem overly powerful. Its burst damage was even weaker than the Earth-based Celestial Descent.
However, the 30-second burn effect—totaling 15,000 damage—looked impressive on paper. And with such a long burn duration, it could be combined with the Chaos Magic Ball: Blazing Burn.
With Orson's current 55,000 mana and no consideration for magic resistance, plus the 500 burn damage from Brahma's Divine Flame itself, it could deal 6,000 passive damage per second.
The most terrifying part was that this process would last a full 30 seconds!
Theoretically, excluding the cooldown between Blazing Burn's burns every 3 seconds, this one skill could easily hit 100,000 damage!
Of course, with healers or magic resistance potions, clearing the burn buff wasn't difficult.
But if the fire resistance skills or potions were on cooldown, even hiding in a fountain wouldn't save you from getting burned to death!
Crimson Lizard King roared and swooped back into the Graveyard's skies. Orson and Drunken Dream circled above once again.
"Ah, how come only so few people died?"
Orson frowned. Reality was different from expectations. Hazel's mother was a priest; with one Mana Dissipation, she'd cleared the burn buff.
Only a bunch of low-tier NPCs from the lord's army had died, and some random gear dropped on the ground.
Drunken Dream blinked. "This is few? Even the nearby monster spawn points lost over 200 monsters…"
"Really? That's more of a secondary disaster. Doesn't concern me." Orson shook his head.
Orson focused, checking the stats of the surviving targets.
Lord-Class Private Army - Dragon Grand: Level 35
Bloodline of the War Saint
HP: 1,700,000/3,000,000
Attack Power: 1900
Skills: Sword of Slaughter, Fear Stomp, Dragon Strike, Invincible Body
Lord-Class Private Army - Dragon Vice Captain: Level 35
Bloodline of the Holy Knight
HP: 2,200,000/4,000,000
Skills: Piercing Spear, Blood Rage, Invincible Body
...
There were four Lord-Class NPCs: two melee warriors, a Beast Master, and an Archer.
Their strength was a notch above the elite members of the Xien family who had been defeated earlier.
No wonder they dared to encircle Hazel's level 50 parents.
Hazel's parents were far from weak, though Orson couldn't see their full stats. But their HP was around 5 million.
However, without solid frontline protection, after fighting Dragon Grand and his team, their health had dropped to less than 200,000.
"Platinum Family's 50-level NPCs… plus four 35-level Lord-Class elites. If we kill them all…"
Orson's eyes gleamed with excitement.
Drunken Dream, clueless as ever, muttered, "Boss, you seem to be drooling…"
"Nonsense, it's just the wind up here," Orson grumbled, covering his face.
"Thieves! Come down here!"
Down below, Dragon Grand, scorched black from the flames, spotted Orson.
"You filthy scoundrels! We're here to hunt down Imperial traitors, and you dare to interfere?"
The Dragon Vice Captain sneered, his voice filled with fury. He brandished a special weapon—five dark golden magic spears—and shouted, throwing one into the air with immense force.
The sound of the spear slicing through the air was deafening, a golden streak shooting straight at the hovering Crimson Lizard King.
"Climb higher!" Orson barked.
Crimson Lizard King shot upwards, shaking Drunken Dream violently. The thrown spear, which traveled over a thousand meters, lost momentum and fell harmlessly to the ground as the mount ascended.
"Watch out! Behind!"
Drunken Dream suddenly screamed, his eyes widening as a golden eagle with a wingspan of over 50 meters lunged from the clouds, its cold talons aiming directly at Orson's back.
"An aerial attack?" Orson gasped. The Crimson Lizard King tried to turn to defend, but it was too late.
Just as Orson hesitated to use a divine artifact to protect himself, Drunken Dream broke free from his restraints.
"Dare to attack a bird?"
Drunken Dream's eyes sharpened. He leaped off the mount's back, borrowing its height and speed. His dragon spear shot out with incredible force, piercing the golden eagle's eye and disrupting its attack!
The eagle screeched, its attack broken. Crimson Lizard King roared angrily and immediately retaliated. It snapped the eagle's head off in one swift motion, devouring it mid-air.
"Well done, my trusty mounts," Orson grinned in satisfaction, as Crimson Lizard King dove and caught the falling Drunken Dream.
"Bastard! You killed my summoned beast! I'll grind you into dust!"
Dragon Grand and his team were enraged, shouting curses as the Dragon Vice Captain continued throwing magic spears, trying to bring down Crimson Lizard King.
But Orson had already anticipated this. He wasn't about to fall for the same trick twice.
"Looks like they're just in a panic. This means…"
Orson's lips curled into a smile as he realized a breakthrough.
The beastmaster's flying mount had been killed, and now the Dragon Vice Captain's magic spears were useless against him. It became clear that their defense against airborne threats was practically nonexistent.
Faced with a player like Orson, who had super long-range attack capabilities, Dragon Grand and his team could only passively take the beating!
"Aerial bombardment, here we go!" Orson laughed maniacally.
Drunken Dream stared in stunned silence. He looked at Orson and saw him drooling again…
With a wave of his Saint's Power Staff, Orson unleashed Whisper of the Wind and Thunder Roar.
A wave of magic energy surged around him as Chaos Magic Balls rained down from the sky, turning the battlefield into a field of destruction.
Critical Hit -2800!
Critical Hit -2700!
Critical Hit +11,000!
...
Down below, Dragon Grand and his team were running around, completely out of control, unable to retaliate at all.
Drunken Dream stared at the chaos, mouth agape. "So, uh, Boss, this… does this count as exploiting a bug? Are we going to get banned?"