The ground cracked open as a female warrior, shining with metallic brilliance, climbed out. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she resembled a massive corpse.
The female warrior grabbed the Golden Dragon Seberk with one hand and swung her other fist with immense force, striking him with a sky-shattering blow!
Boom!
The sound of the punch breaking through the air was deafening as Seberk's dragon body was sent flying kilometers away, slamming into the ground and rolling uncontrollably.
Fatal Blow - 15 million!
"Heh... what the hell is this?" Orson broke out in a cold sweat. Though he had expected it, he never thought Flame Fosset would be so outrageous with his first strike!
Seberk shook his head and struggled to rise, his Golden Dragon scales, as tough as meteorite, shattered under the impact. Blood poured from his neck as the female warrior's punch left a massive fist imprint on Seberk's jaw.
Titan Queen - Resurrected King
King-Level Undead Creature - War Puppet
Level: 100
Health: 1 Billion
Attack Power: 70,000
Skills: Forget, Forget, Forget
King's Authority: Titan's Might
Effect: In close combat, has a high chance of landing a fatal blow. The power is always double that of King-level targets, three times that of Saint Lord-Class, and ten times that of Domain Lord-level!
Darren: "This is... a corpse still carrying the will of the Titan King!"
The sight immediately stunned everyone, including the three Dragon Kings.
Orson gasped. This was truly a corpse, and one that had been made into a puppet!
In the Infinite Dimensions world, the strength of the Dragon Race was indeed unparalleled. However, there was a certain species that could make dragons feel despair when it came to power—the Titan God Clan!
The addition of the word "God" in their race's name was not something any species dared to take lightly.
Even if it was just a war puppet, the power it wielded was beyond imagination.
The King's Authority made it practically invincible in close combat.
Power above all, punching through dragon bodies!
"Hehehe... such strong dragon power, such great authority. Is it your Dragon Race's nature to use numbers against the few?"
The black boulder disappeared, and an old man with yellow teeth and a disheveled appearance emerged.
It was none other than Orson's unscrupulous mentor, the leader of the Chaos Sect, Flame Fosset!
"Golden Dragons and The Golden House killed my 90,000 disciples. Today, I'll use the bones of nine Golden Dragons to bury my disciples," Flame Fosset said, his previously lecherous grin vanishing, replaced with a terrifying murderous intent.
The Golden Dragons were bloodthirsty and enjoyed feasting on humans, having slaughtered countless Chaos Cultists. The time for reckoning had arrived!
Buzz!
As Flame Fosset spoke, the Titan Puppet, withstood several Golden Dragon breaths and swung its fist once more. The sound of the explosion echoed, causing the group of dragons to scatter in fear.
Despite the Titan Puppet's enormous size, it was extraordinarily agile. With a powerful leap, it soared hundreds of meters into the air, raising its hand to block the Golden Dragon's breath, violently gripping one Golden Dragon's mouth.
Magic Recoil - 3 million!
The Golden Dragon immediately used Body Domination, barely breaking free from the Titan Puppet's grasp.
Seberk let out an angry growl and flew into the air, transforming into a golden-armored swordsman just as he neared the Titan Puppet.
"Exterminate the ancient vengeful spirit!"
Seberk's aura surged as golden magic runes covered his pale skin. His body shrank and became more agile as he tried to avoid the Titan Puppet's overwhelming strength. He swung his golden sword toward the puppet's head.
Boom!
However, the Titan Puppet, with its keen battle instincts, sent Seberk's Golden Dragon, named Skrol, flying with a single punch.
Then, it spun around and swatted Seberk out of the sky like a fly, sending him crashing deep into the ground.
"I remember now. You're the human heretic who roams the forbidden zones of the Infinite Dimensions continent."
Soros slowly spoke, his form shifting into that of an elderly man with golden hair and a golden beard, his face darkened with anger.
Velorith: "Hahaha... I also remember now. The tomb raider in the lost Titan ruins, who dug up an incredible Titan King's corpse!"
Tomb raider?
Orson was shocked and looked at Flame Fosset in disbelief. He never expected that they... were in the same line of work!
It's said that colleagues are rivals, and now Orson understood why he had the urge to beat Flame Fosset when they first met. It all made sense now!
What surprised Orson even more was that this old man had actually been able to roam the various forbidden zones of Infinite Dimensions in search of treasures.
Even during the fusion of the worlds, very few trial-takers dared to venture into the treasure-filled forbidden zones of Infinite Dimensions. But Flame Fosset had managed to dig up a Titan corpse from the Titan ruins...
Interesting!
Orson now realized that Flame Fosset wasn't a simple old man.
After all, with the Titan Eye and the Dragon King's Horn—two divine items—he could unlock the sss-level Chaos Overlord profession, turning him into a powerful NPC. But Orson had never expected Flame Fosset to be hiding this deep.
Curious, Orson checked Flame Fosset's attribute panel again.
Chaos Overlord Flame Fosset
Blessed by the Chaos Mother - Undying Trickster - Orgod's Mentor
King-Level Lifeform
Level: 100
Health: 20 million/200 million (Life nearing its end, vitality weakening)
Attack Power: Unknown (Life nearing its end, attack power weakened)
Skills: Unknown
King's Authority: Unknown
As expected!
This deceptive old man was hiding far deeper than anyone could have imagined!
He was skilled in illusion magic and had cast high-level illusions on Orson during their first meeting.
The panel attributes, titles, and everything else he saw were all fake. This was Flame Fosset's true form!
Orson was stunned. The old man was a peak King-level powerhouse, even possessing his own King's Authority.
However, just like the old Sword Saint, his life was nearing its end, and his vitality was rapidly draining.
Cough, cough…
Another candidate for testing the Demon Ascension Pill.
"Is it morally wrong to make your nominal mentor a servant?" Orson frowned, thinking deeply.
But he quickly threw his moral compass to the ground and crushed it.
People without a conscience didn't bother with such trifling formalities.
He just needed to figure out how to get this old man to sign a master-servant contract.
The Golden Dragon Kings seemed to hesitate as they eyed Flame Fosset, unwilling to intervene in the battle between their offspring and the Titan Puppet.
Roar!
The Golden Dragon breath surged and fired at the Titan Puppet.
Though the eight Golden Dragon Knights above level 80 were formidable, they were no match for the Titan Puppet, which lacked long-range attacks.
The dragons soon noticed the Titan Puppet's immense strength, but they began focusing on its weakness—its lack of ranged capabilities. The dragons began launching Dragon Breath and Dragon Curses at the puppet.
The Titan Puppet was still powerful, each strike like an earthquake, but it was soon interrupted, losing one of its arms, and its health dropped by a massive two billion.
Flame Fosset was in no hurry. He casually said, "My disciple has offered ten tons of fine wine and 100,000 gold coins for the slaughter of these dragon whelps."
Upon hearing this, Orson was confused. "Who are you talking to? Wait... when the hell did I say that?"
"Generous! If the Golden Dragons aren't here with friendly intentions, I do know a little bit of rough swordsmanship."
A proud, boisterous voice echoed through the air.
The next moment, a burly, rugged man descended from the clouds, grabbing a lower-level giant dragon by its horn with one hand.
The newcomer was none other than the Light-Dark Sword Saint Glacier.