His expression remained calm as he raised the Supreme Arcane Blade high, aiming it at the head of Soros, who was in the middle of casting a forbidden spell.
"I said I would destroy you, and I will!" Orson's voice cut deep into Soros' very soul.
The Golden Dragon King, who had ruled the skies for millennia, trembled as his soul finally heard the song of fear and despair emanating from deep within.
With the blessing of the ancient artifact, Orson's attack power doubled, reaching a terrifying 70,000+!
A murderous gleam flashed in Orson's eyes as he did not hesitate for a moment.
"Awakened · Heavenly Fire Slash!"
Orson softly chanted, and the scorching flame aura burst forth from his blade, piercing deeply into Soros' massive skull.
"Awakened · Demon Slayer Spear!"
The damage numbers from the forbidden curse were interrupted before they even appeared.
The chaotic fighting energy surged again atop his blade, gathering into a spear of energy, and stabbed once more into Soros' head.
But this wasn't the end. Orson's S-class skill "Ice Prison Ring" transformed into a matching combat technique.
Effect: Target's Body Domination skills are frozen and cannot be used. Target's healing abilities are also frozen.
Orson's sword arm became encased in ice.
"Ghost Spring Demon Slash!"
A cold grunt escaped him as a ghostly blue blade of light traced a cursed arc across the Golden Dragon King's neck.
Soros tried to open his mouth, intending to scream, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
Triple Death Strike!
Forbidden curse backlash!
A massive dragon head slipped off the severed neck, and dragon blood sprayed out, but it was quickly vaporized by the white flame.
Then, an unimaginable amount of damage appeared on Soros—320 million!
Outside Pondenorlin City, the God's Mountain:
"It shouldn't be like this. Drunken Dream's mount flattened this place, so there should be tons of loot here."
"In the hidden dungeon, there were elite monsters at level 100. What happens to the loot when they all die?"
The towering God's Mountain had been flattened, and several players were digging through the rubble, searching for loot.
Not long ago, they discovered a hidden level in a dungeon located far from Pondenorlin City in Golden City.
When they entered the hidden level, they found that the cave extended far deeper than they expected.
The group had been running deeper into the cave for an entire day, becoming more and more excited as they analyzed the patterns of hidden dungeon walkthroughs from the forums.
This had to be the discovery of an incredible hidden level—how else could they have been running for so long?
But as they ventured further, their initial excitement turned to fear. The cave seemed to have no end, continuously stretching deeper and deeper.
Soon, the option to exit the dungeon was greyed out.
Summoned beasts grew agitated and restless, unable to follow their commands. They were no longer usable for mounting or travel.
Even stranger, when one of them attempted to forcibly exit the game, they were shocked to find that they were still stuck in the dungeon after logging back in. It was as though their characters had become trapped.
In disbelief, the group continued exploring, yet the sense of dread grew stronger with each step.
Days passed. Three of the group members had become mentally broken, selling their valuable items to their teammates at a low price and never logging back in.
Only the remaining three continued, driven by their desire to keep the level and class they'd worked hard for.
After two more days, they finally saw a glimmer of hope—perhaps there was an amazing treasure awaiting them!
Eventually, they came upon an enormous white stone door blocking their way. The players were ecstatic. Perhaps this was the entrance to the treasure!
But as they drew closer, they were stunned to find that there was no stone door at all, just a massive pile of decayed dragon bones blocking the cave.
The bones began to reassemble, transforming into hundreds of enormous undead bone dragons.
Though they were not true dragon bosses, each of these bone dragons was at least level 100, with millions of health. They were far beyond what the players could handle.
In no time, they were instantly killed.
However, upon respawning, they found themselves outside the God's Mountain dungeon entrance.
Though surprised, the players felt a sense of relief. At least they had escaped that cursed place.
The leader, a seasoned player, deduced that there must be a huge secret beneath the God's Mountain—perhaps even a treasure that could change their fate.
Determined to return to the "Burial Ground of Dragons" and find this treasure, they made another attempt. But strangely, they could no longer access the hidden dungeon, whether through the elite dungeon or the God's Mountain dungeon.
Frustrated, the three players continued searching for clues.
Soon, the Territorial Struggle event began, and the Silver Dragon Knight King demonstrated his power, unleashing Space Reversal, which caused the Rage of Dragons to spill into the area, flattening the God's Mountain completely.
The three players quickly communicated and, overwhelmed with excitement, rushed to further explore the newly revealed area.
"Wow…"
One of the female players gasped, using her knight shield to sweep away the rubble on the ground, only to step into an unexpected hole. Half of her body sank in.
Her teammates rushed over and pulled her out, and together they stared at each other in disbelief—they had found the entrance to the Burial Ground of Dragons!
Excitedly, they began to dig through the mud around them, eager to continue exploring.
Suddenly, the air around them seemed to boil, and ripples surged in the space.
A portal appeared before them.
"What is this… What the hell is going on?!"
"I have a bad feeling about this. I'm not sure if I should even say it, but that place... might really be somewhere we're not supposed to go."
The spatial tear opened, and a chilling presence emanated from it.
A bizarre, extraordinary creature stepped out. It had six differently colored eyes, as if connected to six different worlds.
"King... King..."
The female knight collapsed to the ground, terrified by the creature's overwhelming aura.
"Six-Eyed Divine Wolf! King-class!"
The seasoned player, who had been analyzing everything carefully, broke into a cold sweat. Even though he knew this was just a game, the primal fear in his chest was undeniable.
"My time is running out," the creature muttered. "But finally... I've found it. The undying Dragon God soul will not fade. His bloodline will endure."
An ancient voice echoed, full of relief and contentment.
The three players huddled together, their teeth chattering in fear. They were already preparing for death.
"Thank you, adventurers… no, perhaps I should say, thank you, US personnel," the half-orc priest smiled as he nodded at them.
The three low-level players were speechless. They had just seen a King-level magic wolf smile at them, and the sight of its massive, blood-red maw made them want to cry.
Meanwhile, they didn't even notice what was being said.
A silver flash passed, and the Six-Eyed Divine Wolf vanished from their sight, leaving behind several objects that rolled to their feet.
"What the hell is going on? Is this game some kind of horror show?"
The other two players were silent, completely confused. They had no idea what was happening. Even a being on par with an upper-tier dragon king had appeared before them—and had said... thank you?
"Look! What's that?"
The other two players froze, shocked to find three Epic Rank Divine Soul Seals lying on the ground, along with three S-class job awakening clues!
It was a windfall!
This treasure would allow them to turn their fortunes around and become one of the strongest players in the Infinite Dimensions world!
Outside Pondenorlin City, the Wasteland.
The head of the Golden Dragon King Soros hit the ground, but a silken cocoon of light covered the dragon's head, holding onto the last trace of life.
Twilight Celebration +10 Million!
Endless Burning -10 Million!
Twilight...
The effects of Endless Burning were countered by the healing holy light, keeping Soros clinging to life.
The Forge Furnace had returned to its normal state, and the world of Endless Fire had faded.
Orson, clad in the supreme battle armor, stood with his foot on the dragon's head. His tears disappeared with the wind, replaced by an overwhelming chill that swept over the world.
Before him lay the immense corpse of a black dragon.
Until its last breath, it had tried to spread its wings to protect its master.
"I'm sorry... What could you possibly have to apologize for?"