Snow Dream looked utterly shocked. She, as the Saintess, was naturally attuned to Holy Light Dragons, and it was precisely this connection that allowed her to form a pact with Hera, the Silver Dragon.
In just a few seconds, Hera's loyalty dropped dramatically from 70 points to a dangerously low 40 points, indicating that it could abandon her at any moment.
"Are you testing my patience?"
Orson's voice, muffled through his skull mask, sounded like the whispers of a death god from the underworld.
"Down!"
With a single wave of Orson's arm, Snow Dream's face turned pale with terror, and Hera, the Saint Lord Silver Dragon, let out a fearful roar, losing its ability to fly.
Sky Sovereign!
Only creatures of the King tier could coexist in the same airspace as Crimson Lizard King!
"Who is this? To think they could suppress an 80-level Saint Lord Silver Dragon with just a gesture!"
Strategic Trickster and the others were about to take off to assist, but within moments, their flying beasts crashed to the ground.
"The sky is not for the weak," Crimson Lizard King roared haughtily, its deathly aura spreading high into the heavens.
With one dragon king present, it was impossible for them to stand their ground. Engaging would be suicidal.
"Continue to struggle."
Orson remained expressionless, his voice quiet as he said, "Time's up."
"Not good! Use the scroll to escape!"
Snow Dream panicked, and Strategic Trickster and the others turned pale as they scrambled to open white teleportation scrolls from their bags.
Just before the Dragon's Breath could land, the NPCs of the Holy Light Church and the players were enveloped in a burst of white light, disappearing from view.
"A disposable holy relic... A group teleportation scroll?"
Orson frowned. Snow Dream truly had mastered his teachings; her life-preserving skills were extraordinary.
However, the Holy Light Church's resources were truly vast. To use such an expensive scroll worth tens of thousands of gold coins without hesitation left Orson with no chance to capitalize on the situation.
This was somewhat disappointing.
"The Holy Light Church... Quite something."
The Holy Light Church was a core branch under the Bright Church, suppressing other factions for thousands of years.
Orson thought to himself that their main vault likely contained many valuable treasures.
"To think if my disciple becomes the Pope, I'd be entitled to at least half of everything," Orson mused aloud, stroking his chin.
"You've killed a Blood Demon (Corpse), Experience +9000!"
"You've killed a Ghoul, Experience +14000!"
"You…"
After driving Snow Dream and her group away, Orson activated his Ice Prison Ring to farm monsters, covering the entire ancient battlefield without leaving any blind spots.
Blue mist spread across the area, turning the ancient battlefield into a massive ice cavern.
Although these high-level monsters had great toughness, under extreme slow effects, they couldn't withstand the rampant Chaos Fire burning through them.
Among them were level 80 Elite bosses, with over six million HP, making standard freezing attacks largely ineffective.
However, with the aerial support of Crimson Lizard King, any monsters within a kilometer of Orson quickly turned to ash under the Dragon's Breath.
"Your turn."
Orson sat cross-legged, opening his eyes indifferently.
"Kehehe... Not bad, not bad! My master certainly has some BlazeKing flair!"
Laketon's gaze burned with intensity as he observed Orson.
"I'm still far from that."
Orson responded with unusual humility.
In Laketon's ancient memories, BlazeKing, a man of great valor, was known for his love of close combat, enjoying the thrill of fighting strong enemies.
Though his ranged capabilities, boosted by the Giant Spirit God Soul Seal, were formidable, BlazeKing didn't favor ranged attacks.
A true man should strike enemies head-on, shatter their bodies, and crush their battle souls! That was what made a warrior a true killing god!
In contrast, Orson had game skills that made ordinary players envious. His control over close-combat classes could easily land him in the top ten in US.
But for him, maximizing efficiency and profit was the ultimate goal.
There was no need to fight recklessly like an idiot.
"Well, well, let's see what you've got!"
Laketon grinned darkly.
"Player: MysticMan has used the special skill Call."
"Monster spawn process error!"
"Infinite Dimensions Gray Watcher is heading towards the outskirts of the Royal City to correct the error!"
A prompt sounded in the players' ears.
Orson once again heard that familiar term, "Gray Watcher." This made him think of a programmer correcting a bug.
He secretly speculated that this might be some kind of fail-safe system created by the gods for the Infinite Dimensions world.
"Embrace the apocalypse, my master!"
Laketon's smile widened as he raised his finger, moving the hands of the clock forward by five positions.
Suddenly, a vast, eerie mist of black and red swirled before Orson's eyes, and countless ghostly Magic Eyes flickered in the mist.
"Dammit! This quantity!"
Orson's body tensed. Even Crimson Lizard King felt some pressure.
From the ancient battlefield, countless Blood Demons and Ghouls crawled out, at least 40,000 to 50,000 of them.
This was several times more than the monsters that should have spawned!
Such a massive number of monsters piled up one after another.
An aura of evil so thick that even ordinary players could feel it spread out, with a Sea of Corpses and Demon Mountains darkening the night sky above the Moonlight Guild.
"Insane!"
Orson gasped in shock.
In the ancient battlefield, within a mere ten kilometers, facing such a vast army of high-level monsters, even a top-tier guild would struggle to hold their ground.
Howl!
Howl!
...
The ghastly cries of Ghouls echoed, swarming like ants.
The horrific monster tide, affected by the Ice Prison Ring, caused the battle log to roll in a crazy frenzy. In an instant, Orson had attracted the aggro of all the monsters.
Crack…
Over a thousand Ghouls charging at the front were frozen solid, turning into towering ice sculptures.
But before these Ghouls could break free, the incoming monsters trampled them into pieces.
"Interesting."
Orson's expression changed slightly, then he chuckled.