Players from various guilds, who had previously considered challenging the Godslayer Guild, were now in turmoil. In hindsight, US's top tycoon, Usher, had made the wisest decision by retreating to the Dark Dragon Empire. Who would be foolish enough to engage in a battle against an ultimate monster like this?
This was merely the tip of the iceberg of Orson's true power.
In the distance, three Purple-Gold Dragon Riders were desperately rushing toward Pondenorlin City, aiming to capture Orson, the mastermind behind the chaos.
Seeing this, Orson nodded inwardly. This was exactly the outcome he had planned for.
"Why are you staring at me? Get ready to act!" Orson frowned and turned back, only to find his companions still in a daze.
"Set up the Demon God's Banner!" Bradley shouted.
The eight major guilds, who had paid the rental fee, quickly responded. The players holding the flags quickly mounted their warbeasts and planted the Demon God's Banner in the city, forming a pocket formation about five to six kilometers long and two kilometers wide, ready to trap the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders once their aggro was drawn.
The Purple-Gold Dragon Riders, with their immense speed, were just 40 kilometers away from the players—within striking distance.
But even so, they were being battered heavily. Under the combined might of Orson and his avatars, one of the Purple-Gold Dragons was reduced to half health, and the other two lost over a billion health.
The Purple-Gold Dragons arrived in the players' line of sight, and the leader of the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders, with a scorched face, called out, "Those who defy the Dragon's will shall be severely punished!"
One player couldn't help but sneer, "Dude, you're almost dead, and you're still talking tough? I can't even..."
The players were slightly amused, realizing that this Dragon Rider, despite having 30 million health, was practically in the red after Orson's relentless barrage. Yet, he still had the nerve to boast!
"Everyone, run! The dragons are going to destroy the city!" Bradley shouted.
Some of the guild's players scattered, making their way towards Orson's position.
Seeing this, the Purple-Gold Dragon Rider sneered, "Kneel before the might of the dragon!"
With that, he and the other two Purple-Gold Dragon Riders dove down, preparing to wipe out these foolish adventurers.
However, just as Bradley reached the base of the city wall, he grinned and shouted, "Brothers, it's time to reel them in!"
As the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders prepared to unleash their breath attacks, their expressions shifted dramatically. Their dragons suddenly jerked violently, one of them crashing straight into Pondenorlin City.
The eight Demon God's Banner flags fluttered in the wind, and magical symbols surged from them. Suddenly, dark beast shapes flew from the flags, weaving an ancient tapestry of beasts in turmoil.
The Anti-Airfield Zone was activated!
Attack power reduced!
Physical defense reduced!
Magic defense reduced!
Slow!
...
Eight powerful negative debuffs surrounded the three Purple-Gold Dragon Riders, and even High-level Dragons couldn't escape them.
Ambushed players, who had been waiting on the city walls, popped up, unleashing devastating attacks on the three dragons as they plummeted to the ground.
In an instant, the three Dragon Knights were overwhelmed by a torrent of magic and combat skills. Even the mighty Purple-Gold Dragon Riders could barely raise their heads under the assault.
"Foolish Purple-Gold Family," Tyler sneered.
The mighty Golden Dragon Seberk laughed in disdain. "To think the Purple-Gold Dragons would dare to stand beside us. Inferior species should be wiped out sooner rather than later!"
"Don't be careless, Dragon Slayer has struck fear into the Light Dragon Empire. Even the emperor is wary of him," warned a powerful member of The Golden House.
"Pfft, a false emperor. Once the Holy Light Dragon King falls, I will crush the palace, and that messenger Grevor will die too!" Tyler scoffed.
"Watch your words, Lord Tyler," said the Dragon King Soros, his voice calm but commanding.
Tyler shrugged nonchalantly, and the rest of The Golden House Dragon Riders sneered.
As Orson observed this scene through his Celestial Sight, a clear realization started to form in his mind. The Golden House had long been ambitious, and the youthful Light Dragon Emperor had no idea that they had been eyeing the throne for a long time, plotting against him.
The messenger Grevor had tricked him into the Golden Dragon lair, leading to a conflict with the Golden Dragons. This had been a cunning strategy to weaken the Golden Dragon Knights by forcing him into a battle with them.
Orson's eyes grew cold. He had always hated being caught in someone else's schemes.
After obtaining the two Chaos Talent Fragments, he would wipe out the Chaos Sect once and for all.
"The NPCs are always so crafty," Orson muttered with a smile, his mind wandering to the broken Bronze Cauldron in Grevor's possession. Who would ultimately gain the upper hand, he couldn't say yet.
"Golden Divine Light shines once more upon the lands of Infinite Dimensions!" Soros roared, his majestic roar resounding through the sky. The Golden Dragon King radiated an aura of overwhelming power, causing all the dragons to howl in unison.
However, eight Golden Dragon Knights riding on massive dragons didn't immediately target Orson. Instead, they charged directly toward the millions of players outside the city.
The Golden Dragon Breath erupted with a terrifying, golden molten spray, engulfing the players below.
Wherever the breath spread, players turned into golden statues, frozen in place with terrified expressions. Countless souls ascended to the heavens as tens of thousands of players were annihilated in mere moments.
The massacre was merciless and without any room for resistance.
The sheer might of the Golden Sacred Dragon was overwhelming, and in an instant, the players who had just gathered began to scatter in terror.
"Archers! Fire!" A level 40 A-tier archer shouted, a former top player from an SSR guild who held considerable influence among the archer players.
Under his command, over six thousand archers pulled their bows, unleashing a hail of arrows aimed at the Golden Viscount Tyler.
The sound of arrows striking the dragon's body rang out like chimes.
-1
-2
Crit -1500!
Block!
mlss!
...
The A-tier archer couldn't help but laugh bitterly. With the Golden Dragon's overwhelming defense, only a handful of players could deal over a thousand damage.
Many players tried to regroup and fight back, but in the face of the Golden Dragon's absurdly strong defenses, all their efforts were in vain.
"You dare to kill my Dragon Clan bloodline?" Tyler's voice boomed.