"What's going on? Is that... an illusion in the sky? How is there an ocean floating up there?"
"WTF! Is that a Water System Forbidden Curse?"
All the players who witnessed this spectacle were left stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief. The scene was so magnificent that it was hard to believe it was real.
Orson raised his hand indifferently, extending two fingers and aiming at the general area. With a cold snort, he spoke, "Awakening · Infinite Tsunami!"
Magic Dragon Curse Activation!
As the words left his mouth, a terrifying tsunami rained down from the sky onto Soros.
A massive amount of water elements gathered together, forming the tsunami.
Soros, caught off guard, was slammed to the ground, his enormous dragon body crashing heavily. Endless waves of water piled on top of him, rendering him immobile.
Critical Hit -20 million! (Gravity Amplification)
Suffocation -1 million!
Suffocation -1 million!
...
Once caught in the Infinite Tsunami, the target would be forcefully pushed out of the caster's range. Although Orson couldn't push the target too far from high up in the air, the deep whirlpool below made breathing impossible, causing high suffocation damage.
Additionally, the water elements, enhanced by Soros' King's Authority and the hundredfold gravity, only strengthened the Infinite Tsunami's power!
Orson coldly watched Soros, trapped in the whirlpool, and shouted, "A mere dragon clan, what can you use to compete for supremacy?"
To challenge the three great Dragon Kings with nothing but a human body? This guy was still alive!?
All the players watching were stunned, as the three king-level dragons descended, and yet this player, Orgod, not only didn't get immediately killed, but was still alive and taunting them?
"Soros, you think you're a god, but what is your health bar doing jumping in front of me?!"
"Exactly! What's so special about the god of the sky? It's just a big boss, right?"
The players, now enraged, roared.
In less than ten minutes, Pondenorlin City had turned into a wasteland. Even with the Demon God's Banner array, Bradley and the others had paid a heavy price.
The Purple-Gold Dragon Riders used A-Class Dragon Knight tactics, and even though their power was significantly reduced, they still swept through the top players from several guilds with ease.
Over three thousand melee players wrapped in holy light were falling in waves under the dazzling purple light, battle aura, and dragon breaths.
The guild coalition's morale was at an all-time low, and the three Saint Lord-Class dragons and their Purple-Gold Dragons were like an insurmountable barrier, slaughtering the helpless players in their path.
It felt like there was no hope left, and one question loomed in the players' minds: "Is this boss really something players can deal with at this stage?"
Orgod: "What can a mere dragon clan do to me!?"
But as a shout echoed from the distance, the fighting spirit of the players began to rise once again.
With Orgod still hopping around, and the players backing him up with unlimited respawns, they weren't afraid of a thing!
Money Traveler: "I'm not done yet!! Charge, let's kill them and make the world clear again!"
Bradley, covered in dragon blood, brought another wave of chaos as he, along with Demon Emperor and Blank, formed a spearhead, shouting deathly war cries at the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders!
Under the overwhelming Dragon Curse magic, sapphire crystal blades from all directions rained down, and in moments, over six hundred players were either decapitated or bisected.
After several waves of attacks, Bradley and the others finally reached the dragon riders.
Without a word, they leapt onto the back of a Purple-Gold Dragon and began their desperate fight.
Even if it meant using their own heads and experience points to push forward, they would make sure the three Purple-Gold Dragon Riders remained in the demonic god's barrier!
Soros: "Mortal, there is no place for you in this world!"
Six massive Infinite Tsunami hits delivered tons of damage. However, the Golden Dragon King wasn't to be underestimated. His giant dragon body shook violently, and with a powerful force, he broke free from the whirlpool's grip, avoiding the suffocation damage and transforming into a golden mountain that hurtled toward Orson!
Meanwhile, the Lightning Dragon King, who had been eyeing Orson's flesh for some time, let out a thunderous roar. Crackling lightning filled the air as Velorith's dragon body turned completely into lightning, streaking through the air with a peculiar electrical arc. She reached Orson before Soros, now less than a thousand meters away!
Velorith looked at Orson with a seductive smile, saying in a voice that dripped with allure: "Since you won't sign the master-servant contract, I'll wait for you at the end of countless cycles until you finally surrender!"
"Go to hell."
Orson coldly laughed, his face full of disdain.
Was he really going to become some big boss's personal pet? Does Orgod have no pride at all?
Velorith didn't understand what Orson was muttering, but she knew it wasn't anything good. Her eyes flashed with lightning as she swung her lightning sword toward him.
Orson, with a calm expression, whispered to himself: "Dwarven Empire Founder · Artifact Crafter, Veijander."
"I call you by the name of my battle bro."
"I call you by the name of my master."
The sound of a horn, like that of an ancient, primordial force, reverberated through the battlefield, breaking through space itself and spreading across the entire Infinite Dimensions world.
"I answer your call!"
"My brother."
"My master…"
A deep voice echoed in the air, and a shimmering light screen appeared in front of Orson, separating him from Velorith.
A fiery red glow illuminated the screen, and a small The Flame Dragon appeared.
Velorith paused, then laughed disdainfully. "So you're a dragon tamer after all? A mere The Flame Dragon, do you really think you can stand up to my Lightning Dragons?"
As her words fell, another The Flame Dragon appeared, followed by another, and another. A total of ten The Flame Dragons appeared, each at level 10.
The sight was indeed impressive in terms of numbers, but their health was between 8 million and 10 million, far from enough to be a real threat against a king-level lightning dragon.
Then, Orson heard the sound of chains dragging.
Velorith's sharp senses picked up on something behind the The Flame Dragons. Before she could analyze further, a wild figure leaped out from the group.
Clang!!
Velorith's eyes widened in shock as she saw what was happening.