Orson's voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, quickly spreading to the battlefield below.
Everyone looked up, their expressions frozen in place. In the sky, a giant shadow emitted an ancient, vast aura, with its blood-red eyes sweeping across, disdainful of all weak creatures.
What was even more shocking was the figure atop the giant shadow. His smile was calm and indifferent, surrounded by multiple fiery stars, and his body was covered in mystical patterns and strange phenomena.
The wind roared, thunder cracked, and the war drums sounded loudly. It felt as though a heartbeat from a god was pulling the hearts and souls of tens of thousands of players.
"Orgod!"
The crowd couldn't help but exclaim, especially the players from the UJ region, who instantly felt their hair stand on end and their faces turn as pale as paper.
US Triple Crown winner, the founder of Infinite Dimensions' Tithe! The man who had vowed to begin the Conquest Era in the UJ region of Infinite Dimensions!
He had killed thousands of UJ region players using only his mount and spatial tools, creating a stunning masterpiece titled Birth of Despair.
If the Kingdom Summoner class's SS-level players were the thorns in UJ region players' hearts, then the man who had planted that thorn was the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads in the UJ region!
"All UJ region battle group members, scatter! He's about to cast a large-scale magic!" shouted Kawakita, an S-level Ice Mage, in panic.
In an instant, the UJ region players who had been surrounding Demon Emperor and others quickly dispersed.
Orson raised his eyebrows in surprise, shrugging awkwardly: "I haven't done anything?"
The scene felt almost like tadpoles panicking in a pond.
"This guy..." Slaughter Spree muttered under his breath. "The Bone Dragon Stronghold has already fallen, and he doesn't go to the first battlefield, but comes here? What's he trying to do?"
The Slaughter Guild had grown enormously, controlling over ten medium and small strongholds. The guild had absorbed six others, increasing their total membership to a staggering eight thousand players. Aside from some life players, most were elite fighters, occupying the top tier of players in the game.
"This is a 40-level ultimate legendary set that makes magic magnify and damage reach its peak. That dragon's attributes are incredibly exaggerated, not like a Lord-Class battle beast at all."
A giant black figure, about ten feet tall, looked up at Orson, its black pupils filled with boiling battle intent. However, it quickly suppressed the emotion, thinking: "The game has only just begun. I am destined to create my Infinite Dimensions empire!"
Demon Emperor roared, his voice like that of a massive troll warrior. His battle blade whipped violently, cutting through the air. A red fighting spirit turned into a howling Sky Wolf that shattered four UJ region players who had been scattering in panic.
Damage -20000 (percentage-based)
Damage -22000 (percentage-based)
...
Flesh and blood flew in every direction, blood mist filling the air. The players who were killed didn't vanish but instead disintegrated into a pile of broken limbs scattered across the ground. These parts then transformed into flowing blood and entered Demon Emperor's body, causing him to grow slightly taller.
HP +100
HP +100
...
"HP of 100,000... Wow, this S-level Berserker absorbs damage and increases HP by 30,000. He already has 70,000 HP himself." Orson raised an eyebrow. This was clearly a result of the Soul Seal's effect on HP and body size.
There were many Soul Seals in Infinite Dimensions that could increase a player's HP, but very few could simultaneously boost both HP and size, and only a God-tier Soul Seal could achieve this.
Just like his Dragon Curse effect from his Dragon's Fire Armor, body size growth didn't directly affect attributes, but it could increase hidden effects like damage radius and skill range.
God-tier Soul Seal: Ancient Demon Body – This Soul Seal, according to Orson's knowledge, wasn't originally his. The Soul Seal fed on player blood, growing stronger the more players it killed. But in the past, this Soul Seal belonged to Kenneth91, an A-level knight.
Kenneth91 had been a rising star, even joining Dragon's Kiss Guild under Usher's leadership. However, he tragically died in a traffic accident half a year after the server launched. Rumor had it that he had offended a major underworld figure in Infinite Dimensions, which led to his offline demise.
"What did you do to Kenneth91?" Orson frowned and sent a private message to Demon Emperor.
Hearing this, Demon Emperor paused and replied in confusion: "...Do you know him?"
"I met him once in Pondenorlin City. Just asking casually."
Orson paused and added meaningfully, "He didn't die, right?"
"No, he's fine. Just a little scared. Are you trying to get involved in our business with him?" Demon Emperor's tone grew more hostile.
"It has nothing to do with me, just asking casually." Orson smiled as he made a mental note.
It seemed that for some reason, Demon Emperor had found out about Kenneth91's God-tier Soul Seal and used force to seize it, claiming it for himself.
"Did my intrusion into the game cause a butterfly effect, breaking the fates of so many?" Orson thought to himself. The NPC siege on Celestial Fortress and the Monster Siege had both arrived earlier than expected, and these events were directly linked to him.
His arrival had altered many people's fates—such as Usher, Demon Emperor, and even Wedge.
"Could the Hardcore Mode be triggered early?" Orson took a deep breath, silently wondering. Though the world seemed to be descending into despair, he was certain that as long as he grew strong enough, he could become the beacon of hope!
"Kill!"
Demon Emperor raised his arm high, his fighting spirit surged, and his bloodstained blade howled again as he charged into the UJ region players, madly hacking and slashing.
Nearly 20,000 US players, mostly rogue experts and small guild members, followed Demon Emperor's command and rushed to the third battlefield to block the teleportation array.
Orson shook his head lightly, unsure of Demon Emperor's true intentions. While it was righteous to defend against the UJ region players' invasion, Demon Emperor clearly had personal motives.
He was using the players from smaller guilds as cannon fodder, draining the enemy's blue mana and skills, before charging in to harvest Soul Seal points. After all, Ancient Demon Body was a special Soul Seal that couldn't be used to level up by farming monsters—it could only "farm players."
The battle took a sudden turn for the worse as a large number of UJ region elite players poured out of the teleportation array, throwing the US side into a tough fight.
"What is that guy up to in the sky!" Blank grumbled while engaged in a fierce battle with Ghost Warrior Shimoji.
Clangs and sparks flew as their movements reached perfection, their bodies surrounded by afterimages and hidden weapons, making it impossible for other players to intervene in their fight.
"Shadow Extinguish!"
Shimoji sneered, summoning nine clones as his dagger slashed through the air. The nine images all lunged at Blank.
Blank's eyes glinted coldly as she swiftly rolled and evaded. Clearly, this wasn't something a normal thief player could pull off.
"You're one of US's elite, huh?" Shimoji said with a dark expression, as his move, which had almost never missed before, was dodged by Blank at the last moment.
Blank said nothing, her dual daggers charging with power as she prepared her counterattack: "Heart Piercing Dual Demons!"
The twin-headed wolf demons slammed into Shimoji, and with a crash, Shimoji's legendary dagger broke!
"Die!"
Blank sneered arrogantly, her critical hit about to strike, ready to trigger true damage and bleeding effects.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light passed through Shimoji's eyes, and his body froze, smiling at her.
Another S-level Ghost Warrior appeared from nowhere, landing three thunderous strikes on Blank.
Critical Hit -4000!
Critical Hit -4000!
...
Blank's HP dropped to dangerously low levels, her mind spinning: "How many S-level hidden classes do they have?!"
In the chaos, Blank flashed, activating her stealth mode and trying to pull away to heal.
"Divine Prison!"
Six beams of holy light descended, and three A-level hidden class Templar Priests appeared, using their Blind Sight skills to predict Blank's movements and trap her in place.
Orson watched with a smile. That silly girl had been targeted long ago, and he had intentionally led her step by step into the trap.
"Well, well..." Orson chuckled. "If you call for help, I'll save you."
Blank gritted her teeth in frustration, glaring at the man: "Get lost!"
"Alright." Orson, ever the straightforward guy, turned his dragon around and flew away.
"You—bastard!" Blank shouted, practically stone-faced.
Shimoji had been sweating with anxiety, but to his shock, the man just flew away without a second thought?
Blank fell to the ground in anger, her mind completely shattered. She felt like she would never die in peace!