"What's this so-called strongest adventurer? Just a paper tiger!"
"Exactly, all they have is a little bit of magic, but when it comes down to it, they're just a coward trying to save their skin."
A group of around fifty players stood in the crowd, openly mocking Orson with confident sneers.
However, Blank furrowed her brow, glancing confusedly at this group of players.
"Wait, are these guys role-playing? They're so deep into character, even throwing around words like 'magic expertise'... what the hell?"
"Hmph, what are you staring at? What's there to look at?"
"Holy crap! What kind of mount is that? Seventy million health? Level 75? Is this guy even higher level than Orgod himself?" Slaughter Guild player gasped in shock.
Only now did the players realize the "Dragon Followers" dressed as swordsmen and their comrades were all riding high-level mounts, most of which were at least level 70 and above.
"Could there really be hidden masters among the players?" Blank murmured, still baffled.
"This is weird! The top 100 on the level leaderboard doesn't have any of these guys!" a Slaughter kid exclaimed in disbelief.
Most players were still busy clearing the smaller bosses on the ground, so no one noticed when this group showed up.
But even without knowing the strength of these players, their mounts alone were far beyond the Dragon Knight mounts, something absolutely mind-blowing.
"Disguise abilities... what a mess." Orson sneered, his voice turning cold as he sharply shouted, "Demon Emperor, take your people and get out of the way!"
"Slaughter, scatter!"
Demon Emperor's expression changed instantly as he quickly ordered his guild members to spread out.
Awakened · Grip of the Underworld!
A giant hand of earth rapidly formed, slamming down toward the group of Dragon Followers.
The Dragon Followers flinched, drawing their elegant swords, only for them to turn into gnarled staves mid-air.
"Strange wood—Holy Blessing—Dust Mist!"
The Dragon Followers muttered strange incantations, and their wooden staff floated in mid-air. Raising their hands, they traced an arc through the air, creating a mysterious line: "Chaos Fusion · Wood Spirit!"
Suddenly, the ground cracked open, a hundred-meter-long chasm appeared, and from the soil, a young tree grew at an astonishing speed.
Wrapped in mist, the tree shot upward, growing into a towering giant tree over a hundred meters tall, so massive that dozens of people couldn't even encircle it.
Bang!!
The Grip of the Underworld slammed into the tree's crown, causing the ground to shake violently, nearly knocking the players off their feet.
The power of the earth giant's attack did not diminish, and the crown of the tree began to crack rapidly.
"Incredible strength!"
The Dragon Followers stared in disbelief as their companions stood motionless, fearing the immense power they were facing. They muttered, "Mountain collapse—fertile soil—water marsh!"
"Chaos Fusion · Earth Spirit!"
Several dark red hexagrams lit up, and six towering earth giants, each tens of meters tall, materialized. In a desperate attempt to prevent the collapse of the tree, they rushed forward, their massive arms holding up the giant tree to block the Grip of the Underworld.
Boom!!
The Grip of the Underworld and the elemental giants shattered, exploding into countless elemental fragments that scattered in the wind.
"You're a god! A god! Hidden in the players, there's actually such a master!"
The players were stunned, and Slaughter Spree, awaiting death in midair, was blown away by what he just witnessed. He had thought Orson's magic would be fatal to him, but these players managed to block it with ease.
"Idiot! What god? Open your eyes and look carefully!" Blank coldly scolded, feeling embarrassed to be in the same guild as these people.
Everyone looked in shock as the player IDs above the Dragon Followers disappeared, replaced by the blue ID tags unique to NPCs.
[Chaos Sorcerer · Heretical Priest · Blazewalker]
[Level: 80]
[Health: 70 million]
[Attack: ?]
[Skills: ?]
"Empire heretics!? Chaos Sorcerers!"
"Holy crap, those old guys Triple Crown winner warned us about were actually a bunch of strange NPCs!"
"Chaos mages… isn't that the same profession as that old yellow-toothed guy who scammed me for money?"
The players were all confused, unable to comprehend what just happened.
A moment ago they were players, but now this group of people was revealed to be NPCs?
"Heretics! The Light Church has been trying to eradicate them for thousands of years!"
A female Dragon Knight exclaimed, her eyes burning with hatred.
"Everyone, don't make a move! The Chaos heretics are crafty and mysterious!"
Imperial General Bynabert's face darkened. He knew that whenever the Chaos Sect appeared in the Empire's history, things never ended well.
Officially, the Light Dragon Empire allowed small cults to preach and recruit followers, except for the Chaos Sect, which had always been suppressed in secret. Even many followers of the Light God viewed the Chaos believers as heretics.
"I don't have much patience with you. If you're useless, I'll squash you like a bug," Orson coldly glanced at Blazewalker.
Earlier, when his "mentor" Flame Fosset had gathered the Chaos cultists, Orson, a temporary Chaos Mage, had been informed.
This Blazewalker was Flame Fosset's younger brother, leading a group of Chaos cultists disguised as players, quietly observing from among the adventurers.
Orson hadn't noticed them before, but their disguises were so bad that when they mounted their level 70-80 beasts and stood among the players, it almost made him laugh. Their actions were as obvious as the sound of bells.
"Just like my mentor said, this little brat is extremely cunning, and his magic skills are profound!" one of the Chaos cultists grinned at Orson, showing his teeth.
"Are you playing with me?" Orson raised an eyebrow, suddenly amused, then swiftly waved his hand forward. The wind goddess projection appeared. "Awakened · Hurricane Spear!"
Blazewalker was taken aback, attempting to cast Chaos Magic to block, but Orson's speed was beyond what NPCs could match. Even top-tier magic players would struggle to compete.
Pfft!
Critical hit - 1.2 million!
Magic Residual - Stage 1!
The Chaos cultist was pierced straight through the chest, blood pouring out, his body falling lifeless to the ground, staring in disbelief at Orson.
"You..."
Orson smiled coldly. "I said, you have ten minutes. If you don't kill this group of Empire Dragon Knights, bring me their heads."