Soros' dragon body trembled violently, glowing with a brilliant golden light as he attempted to use Body Domination to nullify the 30 layers of Burning buffs stacked on him.
While Body Domination temporarily alleviated the Burning damage, the buffs didn't disappear. Instead, they continued stacking, now reaching 31 layers.
Orson coldly smirked. The stacking of this special buff had no upper limit. The buffs wouldn't be cleared by higher-level skills and would continue to stack until the target's death. This was why neither adventurers nor even dragons dared to venture into the Endless Fire Domain.
Even with high-tier fire resistance potions, which could temporarily block the Burning damage, they wouldn't stop the buffs from stacking. Once the potions expired, the accumulated Burning buffs would overwhelm the user in an instant.
Soros snarled, "The gods have decreed your death, and you will perish!"
Orson's brows furrowed slightly as all of his avatars vanished, and the God-Emperor Earrings entered cooldown. Soros roared, completely enraged, determined to drag Orson to hell with him.
Soros's entire body ignited with raging white flames, resembling deathly wings from hell. The magic elements around him lit up the dark red sky as he cast his spell.
Dragon Curse · Wasteland's Last Stand!
Booming explosions echoed in Orson's ears as the ground before him cracked open, and a dozen impenetrable golden sand waves surged toward him.
Awakening · Grip of the Underworld!
Awakening · Judgment Flame!
The Flame Dragon!
Wind God's Sigh!
Orson's eyes narrowed as he muttered words under his breath, his casting speed shocking as four chaotic six-pointed stars formed and flashed brilliantly. As Wind God's Sigh blew him into the air, a barrage of magic skills and basic attacks targeted the golden sand waves created by Wasteland's Last Stand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth shook, mountains cracked, and seas dried up! The golden waves of sand were unstoppable, their might far surpassing that of any ordinary High-level Dragon.
The huge hand formed by Grip of the Underworld was instantly dissipated, and Judgment Flame was extinguished in less than two seconds, having only absorbed a small fraction of the sand waves. The Flame Dragon was completely annihilated by the sandstorm.
Orson did his best to dodge, but the massive S-Class Dragon Curse still struck him, and a terrifying damage number appeared above his head.
Critical Hit - 300,000!
His health immediately dropped by more than half. Orson's face darkened. Even though he had planned for this moment, dealing with the Golden Dragon King's overwhelming power made stalling for time until the dragon was burned to death incredibly difficult.
Soros snarled, "Weak insects, weak lifeforms, what does it matter if puny humans claim to be kings?!"
A massive pressure, the might of a dragon, spread across the horizon. Soros's prideful roar shook the universe, his presence utterly dominant, as though he were the eternal king of the skies.
With a flap of his burning wings, Soros hovered in front of Orson, a golden deity dominating the heavens.
Opening his mouth, a kingly aura emanated.
Golden Dragon Breath!
As Soros unleashed his breath, the space around him tore apart, the very world flipping upside down. His power, beyond comprehension, far surpassed any of the dragons Orson had killed. He was a true god among dragons, with few able to rival him in the entire Infinite Dimensions world.
Orson silently calculated his cooldowns. God-Emperor Earrings had two minutes left, and Supreme Soul Disc had ten minutes remaining.
Even though he had taken Rootless Water, allowing him to resurrect once, his skills wouldn't reset after revival. This meant he'd have to stall for at least two minutes to make it work.
"Should I use this?" Orson hesitated, glancing at the Queen of Elves Statue (Complete) in his inventory.
Effect 1: Immortal Radiance - Gain the blessing of the Elf Queen. For 30 seconds, you are immune to physical and magic damage.
Effect 2: Elf Wings - Gain flight ability, double your agility and attack power. Lasts for 1 minute.
Cooldown: 48 hours.
Orson shook his head. Even though 30 seconds of invincibility was tempting, it would still be hard to stall long enough to finish the cooldown of God-Emperor Earrings. Given Soros's unmatched strength, this time was more than enough for him to die countless times.
And the cooldown was too long. Even if he defeated Soros, once he emerged from the furnace, if Veijander or Flame Fosset were defeated, Orson would be trapped with no way out.
"Still more... Everything must be returned to me!"
Just as Orson thought, a voice echoed in his mind.
It was Crimson Lizard King!
Orson furrowed his brow. Summoning Crimson Lizard King to face the Golden Dragon King's assault seemed like a solid choice. But the Endless Fire was too unpredictable. During the Ashen Lands incident, Crimson Lizard King had nearly been burned to death by the flames.
Even if the beast was placed in a Battle Space, the Burning buff would still cause constant damage.
Fortunately, during the last encounter, Crimson Lizard King had only accumulated fifteen layers of Burning, and he had managed to use Body Domination to survive until the buff expired.
"This is a gamble!"
Orson took a deep breath and swung the Supreme Arcane Blade, opening a Battle Space. Crimson Lizard King burst out, her black wings spreading ominously as she charged toward Soros, even in the face of the terrifying white flames.
Doom Dragon Breath!
Ignoring the excruciating pain of the flames, Crimson Lizard King proudly lifted her head, black magic flames clashing violently with Golden Dragon Breath.
Soros growled, "Get out of the way! Serpent Dragon, your place is in the earth, beneath my eternal rule!"
Orson's eyes snapped wide open. Soros's massive body shuddered, and to Orson's shock, the Golden Dragon King withstood Doom Dragon Breath, ignoring the challenge from Crimson Lizard King.
The massive dragon body surged forward, crashing toward Orson like a mountain, bringing an overwhelming suffocating pressure.
"This old bastard is really crafty!" Orson cursed under his breath.
After thousands of years in the sky, the Golden Dragon King was far from an ordinary King-level creature. His battle awareness was razor-sharp, and he recognized Orson as the true culprit. He wasn't just going to drag Crimson Lizard King down to hell—he was determined to drag Orson down with him!
"Don't come any closer! Damn it!"
Orson's expression changed dramatically, a tinge of panic crossing his face. Crimson Lizard King flared her black wings, defying Orson's commands as she charged to protect him.
King's Authority!
Hundredfold Gravity!
Crimson Lizard King suddenly plummeted to the ground, struck by Soros's law enforcement. Her wings shattered, and dragon blood gushed forth!
Gravity Suppression - 100 million!
Crimson Lizard King struggled under the immense weight, her body nearly crushed, trembling violently. She forced her bloodshot eyes open, struggling to lift her head to retaliate.
Soros sneered, "Under my laws, the Death God Dragon Clan will be crushed!"
With that, a wave of Dragon Curse magic erupted from Soros. Thousands of stone spikes rained down, pounding on Crimson Lizard King like a storm.
Critical Hit - 30 million!
Burning - 1 million!
...
Crimson Lizard King's skin ripped open, dragon blood spilling everywhere as her health plummeted below 100 million.
Under the influence of the Dragon King Law, even a peak Saint Lord would be obliterated.
Though Crimson Lizard King was at Domain Lord-Class peak and could endure a hit, she was still struggling...
But Orson wasn't going to let this go.
"I... Damn it! Your ancestors!"
Orson's eyes instantly turned red, filled with bloodshot fury.
He had no problem with his own employees being harmed, but when others—be it beasts or anything else—dared to hurt his battle pets, he would make them pay!
"You... have truly angered me, Soros."
Orson took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he gripped the **Supreme Arcane Blade.
This was excitement!
This was the killing intent as sharp as a blade!
This was the opening of the final judgment of the apocalypse!
His eyes suddenly flared with an unusual light as his wrist twitched slightly.
The Supreme Arcane Blade descended, its blade slowly rising to point at the heavens!
Orson's voice was cold, filled with deadly intent, as he growled, "Supreme Awakening · Sword of the Apocalypse!"
S-Class [Chaos Swordsman] Activated!
"You have lost range…"
"You have lost mana…"
"Range has been reduced to a 200-meter limit."
"Gain a massive boost to attack power, critical hit rate, and lethality/maiming rates."
"Attack power +20,000!"
"Critical hit rate increased to 100%!"
"Lethality/Maiming rates increased!"
"You have gained 1,000 mana!"
"You have gained 500,000 health!"
"Your skill cooldowns have been reduced by 70%!"
"Your A-Class magic Awakened Judgment Flame has been converted into A-Class Combat Skill: Awakened Heavenly Fire Slash"