It would be better to finish the task first and then deal with Grevor.
"Agree! Agree quickly!" Grevor roared in his heart, his gaze locked firmly on Orson.
Orson, resting his chin on his hand, thought for a moment. "The task order doesn't seem right."
Most players would instinctively submit the task item to complete the quest. That's normal in most games. But this was the Infinite Dimensions world, and Orson had encountered enough strange tasks and NPCs to always stay alert. Besides, Berenice had once mimicked a system notification, which suggested that the native inhabitants of Infinite Dimensions knew a lot about adventurers. However, most players never noticed this fact.
He opened his task list to check the details.
Class Awakening Task Description:
"First Fragment: You need to obtain a Dragon King's Horn and exchange it with a disciple of Flame Fosset." "Second Fragment: You need to obtain the ancient Titan's Magic Eye and use it as a trade item in the Imperial City Black Market." "Retrieve all fragments and light up the Talent Tree to receive the SSS-Class Divine Profession: Chaos Overlord."
"Interesting... you want the Dragon King's Horn, but what are you doing with the Titan's Eye?" Orson smiled casually.
"Just a little joke. I'm hosting a feast in Golden City to welcome my junior brother," Grevor replied with a hollow laugh, looking more and more nervous.
"Fraudster Grevor, how many lies do you have left for me?" Orson's eyes were like fire as he stared at him through the Mirror of Folding. "Are you really a disciple of Flame Fosset, or a God's Envoy? Or just a complete fake?"
Orson sneered, raising his staff. The Chaos Magic Ball exploded with a loud sound, continuing to drain Grevor's health.
From the beginning, Orson had suspected Grevor's true identity. An NPC acting as an envoy of the Light God, yet using Chaos Magic? That was highly suspicious. The Chaos Sect had long since fallen into obscurity, and there was no way the Light God would choose a heretic as his envoy.
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"You owe me the Dragon King's Horn. If you bring me that small cauldron, I'll make a wish. If it works, maybe I'll spare you," Orson continued with a smile. "Just don't run, and I'll throw in a million gold coins for you to enjoy."
"I don't believe you for a second!" Grevor snarled, panic rising in his chest as he heard Orson's threats.
The cursed words rang in his ears, and his scalp prickled. His face went pale.
This wasn't the "Chosen One" he had been hoping for—it was the God of Deception himself!
He swallowed hard, urging Golden Griffin to speed up and flee.
For three hundred miles, Orson relentlessly hunted them down.
Grevor was beyond frustrated. He had the power to rival a Magic Master, yet under Orson's long-range attacks, he couldn't even lift his head.
"Supreme Chaos Mother… Ah, damn it!"
Grevor's Hexagram had just activated when Orson's Chaos Magic Ball struck him again, forcing him into a fit of swearing.
Orson kept up his regular attack, constantly interrupting Grevor's magic shield spells. At his level, a Chaos Mage would have access to forbidden spells that exceeded normal range. But these spells took preparation time, and the worst thing that could happen was for them to be interrupted during casting.
"Keep running, and I really will get serious," Orson said with a hint of impatience.
Crimson Lizard King accelerated and cornered Golden Griffin into a narrow valley.
Doom Dragon Breath!
Black destructive fire burst out, shattering boulders and causing the mountain sides to collapse.
Wild Gale Wings!
Golden Griffin stopped trying to fight back. Golden wings covered in magical runes flared up, increasing its speed drastically. It darted through the rocky terrain like a gold blade, more agile than any dragon.
"Stop running!" Orson grunted, his patience thinning.
The God-Emperor Earrings had cooled down, and even Golden Griffin's speed couldn't compare to the spatial traversal effects they gave.
Crimson Lizard King cut across Golden Griffin's path, preparing the Blazing Meteor Shower.
Orson raised his hand and grasped the Hurricane Spear, vowing to trap Grevor in the valley once and for all.
Grevor sneered, pulling out a magic scroll. The scroll burned quickly, and a portal of light appeared before him.
Grevor: "Hmph, you want the Dragon King's Horn? Let's see if you have the guts to follow me!"
He rode Golden Griffin straight into the portal.
"There's a risk. I don't know where it'll send us, could be a dead-end," Orson muttered, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the Mirror of Folding's remaining duration—about thirty seconds.
If the other side of the portal was dangerous, he would need to leave fast.
Orson steeled himself and directed Crimson Lizard King to follow him through the portal.
"You have discovered the Golden Dragon's Lair!"
A message popped up, and Orson felt a chill run down his spine.
He found himself in front of a dilapidated dark castle, nestled high on a cliff. An overwhelming pressure emanated from deep inside the castle. The mini-map in the bottom-right corner turned blood-red, showing large red dots flashing deep within the castle.
He had been led directly into the Dragon's Lair!
Orson used the Mirror of Folding to fly deeper into the castle.
Through the magic eye, he witnessed a shocking scene.
Six NPCs, dressed in magnificent golden armor and carrying elegant swords, were sitting around a large table, enjoying a feast.
Even Orson, who had seen plenty of gruesome scenes, frowned. On the long table before them were dozens of human natives, skinned, their bellies opened to expose their insides.
"I smell the revolting aura of a God's Envoy. Has he finally decided to attack us?" said a girl who appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old.
"And there's another presence... He's watching us, and he carries the scent of a very ancient enemy... one from the bloodline memory!"
A golden-haired man muttered as he put down a piece of liver, elegantly wiping his blood-stained lips with a napkin.
Orson's eyes widened as he checked their attributes.
Golden Clan · High-level Dragon · Seberk: Level 80
Golden House · Viscount · Saint Lord-Class Beast
Health: 400 million
Attack Power: ?
Crit Rate: ?
Skills: ?
His back went cold. These were Golden Dragons!
These dragons were far more powerful than the impure-blooded Soren, and thanks to their high-level transformation magic, they almost looked like humans. Their only distinctive feature was their golden hair, which was covered in fine scales, like sharp daggers sticking out of their heads.
The dragons of the Light Dragon Empire revered the Holy Silver Dragons, but the High-level Dragons weren't limited to just that. Golden Dragons, Purple-Gold Dragons, and Lightning Dragons were all kings among dragons, and each represented a massive faction within the empire.
Based on their titles, it was clear that these dragons were battle beasts of the Golden House.
Orson's gaze focused on the leader at the head of the table, an elder who appeared to be the head of the family.
Golden Clan · High Dragon King · Soros: Level 100
King-tier Creature
Health: Unknown
Attack Power: Unknown
Crit Rate: Unknown
Skills: Unknown
"Adventurer, you are disrespecting the God of the Sky," the elder spoke slowly, drawing his sword and raising it to the window.
Suddenly, a terrifying crimson-gold shockwave shot out from the sword's tip!
Bang! Sparks flew, and the Mirror of Folding was sent flying thousands of meters out of the castle.
Orson's hair stood on end, and the glow from his God-Emperor Earrings dimmed. The spatial rift began to crack and close.
"Your accessory is damaged!"
"The effects of your accessory will disappear in five seconds!"
Orson realized the danger, "This is bad!"
The elder swung his sword again, and another golden shockwave shot towards Orson, too fast for him to dodge.
Shatter!
Shatter!
Orson's fire magic shield collapsed instantly.
Crit Damage!
Disabled!
-400,000!
A huge damage number appeared, and Orson's face was filled with shock. If not for the special effect of his water shield, that attack would have wiped him out!
The right arm holding his staff was severed without resistance.