Stewart didn't dare to take a breath, constantly rubbing against Dancing Giant Boobs.
With a fond smile, Dancing Giant Boobs stroked his head and leaned on his shoulder, even thoughtfully shielding his eyes from the light.
Nightshade, seeing this, suddenly became anxious. After all, Dancing Giant Boobs was the heartthrob of the guild, kind-hearted and gentle, who could resist being in the embrace of such a graceful and strong woman?
Dancing Giant Boobs chuckled and shook her head. Unable to resist the two, she took each of them in her arms like a mother hen, shielding them from the chaos around.
Ruby, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and pushed the two little "dogs" aside, forcefully squeezing to the front to claim the prime spot, drawing the fiery gazes of the love-starved duo.
Sienna suddenly spoke up, pointing at Crimson Lizard King flying in the air.
Bradley looked back at her and said meaningfully, "It's strange, of course it's strange, but with Orson, it's become so normal that we've all gotten used to it."
The group exchanged glances at his words.
From the creation of the Godslayer guild, when no one believed in them, this man had led them through blood and battle.
Since then, every Godslayer player had developed an almost blind trust in Orson.
Even when the most unbelievable things happened to him, upon seeing "Orgod," they wouldn't be that surprised anymore.
As soon as he finished speaking, Orson's voice echoed, "Bradley, accelerate and get through."
Lee frowned and muttered, "How can we hear him so clearly from so far away? This is..."
Madman's head tingled with excitement, exclaiming, "No way! This is crazier than last time, it's regional voice chat!"
"What last time?"
Sienna asked, confused, while the others smiled silently.
"Is my brother really a god now?"
Sienna mumbled, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
But as her gaze landed on the man riding on Crimson Lizard King, a feeling of safety she hadn't felt in a long time enveloped her.
She believed that no matter what happened, Orson was invincible!
Bradley, biting the bullet, slammed the gas pedal. The car sped up, and everyone inside couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Slow down! Oh my God!"
Just as the Rolls-Royce was about to rear-end the car in front, a sudden light shake passed through the car.
In the next moment, Bradley stared in shock, loosening the steering wheel in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Wait... did we just... fly? Does this luxury car have a flying function?"
An elemental giant hand, as though gripping the luxury car, lifted it into the air, over ten meters above the ground.
It was Orson's weakened version of Grip of the Underworld!
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out, and everyone felt a wave of heat rush toward them.
The metal body of the vehicle collided with the ultra-durable elemental rock, and the SUV, along with everyone inside, was completely obliterated into tiny pieces.
The car following in the back reacted quickly and swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the impact.
"Ah, damn it!"
The driver looked up at the massive hand emerging from the ground, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Slamming the brakes, he was frozen in fear. "Drive! Get us out of here!"
Pokpung was completely frantic, her hair disheveled as she pulled out a gun and pointed it at one of the henchmen's head.
But not everyone had such a strong mentality.
One of the blonde henchmen turned around, grabbing Pokpung by the neck, and swore, "This is the target you're talking about? A good-for-nothing kid who only knows how to play games?"
This group of international killers had tasted the sharp edge of death before, but the scene unfolding before them was nothing short of a nightmare!
"Ten million gold coins! I want them all dead!"
Pokpung shouted, her eyes red with rage.
The blonde killer turned pale, knowing his gun couldn't do any damage. Did he really have to rush in and fight with monsters from Infinite Dimensions in close combat?
"Keep the money for yourself. We're out of here!"
The blonde killer signaled with his hand, and an older black man knocked Pokpung out with the butt of his gun.
The driver immediately turned the car around and began to flee.
Seeing this, the other three vehicles received the order to turn and halted their "death mission."
But no matter how fast the cars went, they couldn't outrun the dragon.
Whooooo...
A shrill sonic boom rang out as Crimson Lizard King dove toward them at breakneck speed.
The shadow of death swept over everyone, and in the next moment, the SUV was clenched between her jaws.
Bradley let out an excited scream, shouting at the group, "Who needs NUK's psychological trauma?"
But Madman and the others weren't as carefree. Each of their faces showed traces of fear, despite the familiarity with the giant creature above them.
Even though it was a familiar sight, the primal fear it invoked made them shiver.
"Oh my God! What is this monster?"
"This can't be real..."
Inside the car, people screamed in terror. They tried to jump out, but it was too late.
Crimson Lizard King's dragon teeth, like a can opener, easily crushed the steel.
With a massive bang, the vehicle exploded in her jaws, sending a fireball into the sky.
One car's passengers were sent straight to the afterlife, no cremation necessary.
Crimson Lizard King was like an eagle catching a chicken, diving again, her claws extended downward.
Two more vehicles in her grasp were no different from toys.
She crushed them with ease, turning them into metal scraps and tossing them aside.
"Damn it! Don't throw it around! This is a residential area!"
Orson's face changed. He swung his Supreme Arcane Blade, and an arcane hexagram flashed across the sky.
A stone dragon broke free from the ground, blocking the scattered wreckage.
"Seems like we made quite a ruckus."
Orson mumbled to himself, realizing the explosions had caused a traffic jam on the overpass.
"What's going on ahead, beep beep..."
"Huh? When did they build a human-shaped sculpture? The latest Instagram spot?"
"Holy crap! How did he drive the car onto the sculpture?!"
The honking of car horns filled the air as all the vehicles got stuck at the "ruins" Orson had created.
Bradley opened the car door, letting the morning breeze in, looking down and noticing several phones pointed at him.
"Impressive!"
The veteran drivers driving by gave Bradley a thumbs-up.
Bradley scratched his head awkwardly, unsure of what to say about the situation.
"It's not even seven and we're already in a crash! Damn it, I'm going to be late for my flight!"
A middle-aged man rolled down his car window and began shouting at Bradley.
Bradley opened his mouth to respond, but just then, Orson, riding Crimson Lizard King, flew over, scanning the middle-aged man with a smile.
"If you're in a hurry, I'll give you a ride."
The massive shadow cast down, and everyone watching froze, their faces locked in confusion.
The middle-aged man's expression slowly turned dazed, and then he started rubbing his eyes, slapping himself in disbelief.
"I must be crazy! Did I just go mad from playing games?"
Orson watched as the crowd transitioned from confusion to terror, and then screamed as they scattered in all directions.
Lee, smiling wryly, reported that their people were on their way.
Soon, military helicopters appeared in the clear sky, blocking the road leading to the airport with a large group of soldiers.
Beep beep...
Less than a minute later, K.D's call came through. Orson smiled through K.D's reprimands, replying cheerfully,
"Thanks for your hard work, but you might want to think about getting more people involved in Infinite Dimensions. I don't think that's a bad thing."
K.D fell silent for a moment, as if troubled, before replying, "Orson, that's not something you should worry about."
Orson nodded helplessly and hung up.
His grand gestures in summoning Crimson Lizard King to kill and not caring about the cameras capturing it all were part of his own plan.
He knew that within a year or two, the world would face real terror.
Normal people, unless they became trial-takers with enough self-defense capabilities, would be at a loss in the coming apocalypse.
Meanwhile, the group that had been fleeing returned, having had enough.
"Why aren't you running anymore? Did you get stuck in the morning rush?" Orson smiled kindly at them.
The lead blonde and others, shaken, were driven back by soldiers with guns at their backs, while the unconscious Pokpung was tossed at Orson's feet.
Orson smirked and calmly replied, "If you want me to be arrogant, I'll visit the NSK Enterprises Group headquarters tomorrow."