Brutal!
Absolutely brutal!
The Crimson Lizard King devoured the Earth Dragon's brain as if it were a delicacy, even making Orson grimace at the savage display.
With the [Ancient Will Awakening] buff, the seemingly toughest part of the Earth Dragon—the head—turned out to be its fatal weakness.
Dragon blood splattered everywhere as the Crimson Lizard King feasted with gusto, letting out a triumphant roar filled with excitement.
This was a declaration: the deathly shadow from the Ancient Era had now joined the battlefield of Infinite Dimensions!
"Devour Growth activated!"
"Your battle beast's attributes increased by 10%!"
Hearing the notification, Orson was momentarily stunned, then grumbled in disbelief: "Only 10%? You've got to be kidding me—this was a whole Earth Dragon!"
After advancing to the Domain Lord rank, the Crimson Lizard King's Devour Growth cap had increased to 100%, effectively allowing its attributes to double.
Although not as absurd as the 300% boost during its Lord-Class days, the current increase was far more terrifying due to its already monstrous base stats.
However, because it had reached the high Domain Lord rank, devouring lower-tier bosses now yielded negligible gains.
Orson frowned at the 10% increase and muttered, "So I need nine more dragons to max out? Where the hell am I supposed to find so many dragons?!"
Before he could dwell on it, Orson turned his attention to the Earth Dragon that had been blasted away. "There's another one right there! Keep munching!"
The Crimson Lizard King spread its massive wings and soared into the air, unleashing an Apocalypse Dragon Breath, which sent the Earth Dragon tumbling.
Orson followed up, firing waves of Chaos Magic Balls directly at the Earth Dragon's head.
Bonus Damage to Dragon Bloodline!
Critical Hit: -120,000!
Burn: -16,000!
-8,000!
...
Orson shook his head lightly. The Earth Dragon's defenses were formidable, reducing his damage output by more than a third.
This was far from the efficiency he wanted for slaying dragons.
His eyes turned cold. "Awaken: Hurricane Spear!"
With a soft chant from the Elemental Goddess, Orson's eyes sharpened as he guided the divine spear to strike precisely at the Earth Dragon's back, already scorched by the Apocalypse Dragon Breath.
Magical Crippling!
Armor Removed!
Without giving the enemy a chance to recover, Orson and the Crimson Lizard King climbed onto the Earth Dragon's body and began a relentless, violent assault.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the barrage of percentage-based true damage and 21x critical hits, even the Earth Dragon couldn't withstand it.
With a gruesome crack, the Crimson Lizard King snapped the Earth Dragon's neck and once again devoured its brain with a triumphant roar.
"So grotesque," Orson muttered, unable to resist commenting.
Have battle beasts become this picky?
They only eat brains, completely ignoring the rest of the dragon's corpse.
This was an enormous waste! Shaking his head, Orson raised his hand, summoning Berenice in a flash of light.
Berenice: "Bad... bad dragon! Why are you eating the little dragons~~?"
Upon seeing the newly transformed "companion," Berenice trembled with fear inside its eggshell.
However, when it noticed the pile of rare materials, Dragon Crystals, and a heap of equipment and skill books scattered around, all its fear instantly vanished.
Berenice: "Good... good job, my Servant No. 2!"
Roar!
The Crimson Lizard King growled at Berenice in protest, only to be disciplined once again with Orson's trusty "dog-beating stick."
Under its ruthless owner's oppressive rule, it had no choice but to restrain itself in front of this peculiar dragon-blooded creature.
"Dragon Curse · Blazing Meteor Shower!"
Just then, a furious roar echoed through the skies, and eighty blazing meteors rained down.
"Food..."
The Crimson Lizard King's blood-red eyes narrowed. It spread its wings and rushed into the air.
Orson smiled faintly and whispered, "Dragon Curse · Blazing Meteor Shower."
He directed the Crimson Lizard King to counter with the same S-rank flame magic.
The skies above the Celestial Fortress erupted into a fiery storm, a clash of black and red flames!
This skill summoned an additional meteor for each level gained. Although the Crimson Lizard King was only Level 55, compared to the Level 80 Flame Dragon Nest Master, its meteors were much larger, and the coverage area was significantly boosted by its massive size.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The meteors collided midair, scattering fragments like a meteor shower. Fortresses were destroyed, and a fiery tsunami engulfed kilometers around.
The apocalyptic scene left everyone below trembling.
The sheer intensity of the magical clash resulted in a near stalemate.
On the ground, the players scurried like ants on a hot pan. Even being grazed by a stray meteor fragment was a guaranteed instant death.
"Who believes this?! Tell me who believes this! I've spent millions on this game, and my A-rank class can't even survive the residual magic of a Triple Crown winner beast!"
"I swear, refund! Damn it, this garbage game owes me my money back!"
The enemy players wailed in despair. If the Triple Crown winner Orgod was an official NPC planted by the developers to bait player spending…
They could actually understand.
After all, many online games used such tactics.
However, when a rigged NPC was so overpowered that it left whales and pro players utterly hopeless, the only conclusion was that the devs were out of their minds!
This game wasn't encouraging spending—it was actively making people quit!
"Not bad! You actually managed to block it."
Orson raised an eyebrow, impressed by the Flame Dragon Nest Master's precise control of its magic. It was clearly leagues ahead of its kin.
The Flame Dragon even managed to launch a sneak attack with its Flame Dragon Breath during the large-scale AOE Dragon Curse, forcing the Crimson Lizard King to tank it head-on, losing over 2 million HP in the process.
"As expected of the Flame Dragon, known for its brutal offense," Orson said with an approving nod.
"Ancient Will Awakening I has not yet activated!"
"Ancient..."
Before Orson could check the Crimson Lizard King's new skill attributes, the system notification made it clear: this was likely a passive skill.
The Crimson Lizard King would analyze its opponent's attack patterns during combat, drawing from ancestral combat experience to formulate counter-strategies.
Previously, the Crimson Lizard King had struggled in a 3v1 against the Earth Dragons, getting repeatedly overpowered.
It seemed that this skill had enabled it to quickly identify the Earth Dragons' weaknesses.
Now, facing the Flame Dragon Nest Master in a 1v1, the Crimson Lizard King could win, but it would take time.
Orson glanced at the timer. Time was running out, so the best strategy was simple—gang up on it!
Godslayer Guild Channel:
Orgod: "Anyone who steps into the Celestial Fortress—be they human or ghost—kill them all!"
Bradley: "Crush them! Long-range units, focus fire on the Flame Dragon. Melee players, follow me in!"
Dancing Giant Boobs: "I'm going to smash its dragon eye, hehe..."
Iron Cavalry: "Dancing Giant Boobs, I'm pretty sure you've been corrupted by Madman. If you keep acting like a creep, I'm done with you."
Dancing Giant Boobs: "Get lost—.-"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Nightshade controlled the Titan Mech, raining down firepower with magic-powered gatling guns and anti-Hulk sniper rifles.
Critical Hit: -15,000!
Critical Hit: -2,000!
-1,400!
...
Hundreds of damage numbers popped up over the Flame Dragon's head. While the damage seemed like mosquito bites compared to its massive health pool...
The sheer volume made it a rapid "mosquito swarm."
With the Flame Dragon Nest Master locked in berserk mode and fixated solely on Orson, the Godslayer players unleashed mindless barrages of attacks.
In just a short time, they managed to shave off over 10 million HP.
Meanwhile, Orson clasped his hands together, summoning power: "Awaken: Grip of the Underworld!"
A massive aura of earth elements erupted as two colossal hands materialized, reaching toward the Flame Dragon.
Buzz!
The Nest Master roared in fury, narrowly escaping one of the hands.
"Running? Not so fast." Orson's expression turned cold. He raised his hand and slammed it down again.
With a divine-like force, the hand swatted the Flame Dragon like a fly, slamming it into the ground and leaving a horrifying handprint.
"We can't beat this... not even a little!"
"Who was the idiot shouting about killing Orgod? Go ahead, I'll give you a chance!"
Witnessing this scene, the enemy guild players were at a loss for words, doubting they were even in the right game.
This had to be... True Heavenly Palm Technique!