Wedge dropped her lady-like disguise, her voice hoarse and desperate as she screamed for the full-on focus fire, determined to kill Orson at any cost!
A massive barrage of skills poured toward Orson. The intense concentration of attacks made him realize that even with his lifesteal, he would be instantly obliterated.
His countermeasure was simple and direct—he decisively jumped off Crimson Lizard King.
Orson had calculated this perfectly. He knew that players would be killed by the focus fire, but Crimson Lizard King, as a level 30 elite boss, could still tank this level of damage.
"Are you kidding me? The guy's really done for? Get the war god to save that idiot!" Madman said in a daze, watching as Orson fell from the sky.
With a fall of a hundred meters, any other player would have been killed.
Orson remained calm. Using his precise control, he treated his Solar Shield as a landing pad, then unleashed a barrage of fireballs to slow his descent, successfully landing on the ground.
He looked up, and dozens of SSR players surrounded him.
"Wedge, are you ready to reset your level?" Orson stood firm, his gaze locked on Wedge.
"Don't think you've won. Do you really think we only have this many people? Help is on the way. Get ready to die!" Wedge sneered coldly.
"Help?"
Orson raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Orson raised an eyebrow. The SSR and Dragon's Kiss Guild sub-faction had many players arriving for the fight, but not all of them. After all, the three battlefields were vast, and it was impossible for all the players who had previously taken over the outposts to not have defenders. Those players could indeed be called reinforcements.
However…
"I dare say, your wish will be in vain."
Orson smiled indifferently, continuously attacking the melee players who came too close. They were no match for him, and in an instant, everyone within a twenty-meter radius was swept clean.
"Protect the leader!" a Templar Cavalry player shouted in panic.
"Is she your mother? Why do you love protecting her so much? Come here and fight me!" Madman sneered, leading his assassin team. Using the double Warrior's Halo buff, he pinned down a group of Templar Cavalry players, preventing them from retreating to support the Saint Spirit Priest.
"The world is still undecided. Orson, I admit you're a formidable foe, but in the face of capital, your efforts are nothing but futile struggles," Wedge said coldly.
"Is that so?" Orson replied casually.
"Falling Sky Strike!"
Wedge refused to sit idly by, launching several holy beams to ambush him.
Orson moved leisurely, dodging effortlessly. With each step, holy light would explode behind him, yet it was always a split second too slow to hit him.
The Saint Spirit Priest's balanced attack and defense was indeed formidable, but it had a fatal flaw: its casting time was too slow. Against a magician of Orson's caliber, it was like trying to wield a big blade in front of Guan Yu.
"Wedge!"
As Orson spoke, The Flame Dragon smashed down once again, and some SSR backline players rushed to try and block it for Wedge.
"Now, this is what I call a futile struggle," Orson said with a mocking smile.
"Earthquake!"
Two stone dragons, controlled by Orson, suddenly converged, transforming into a makeshift stone coffin that trapped a group of SSR's damage dealers inside.
Roar!
With blood splattering everywhere, Crimson Lizard Wyatt charged in.
Without the protection of the Cavalry Templar's frontlines, these ranged players, no matter how well-equipped, were just food for the Crimson Lizard King.
The beast rushed into the stone coffin, swinging its claws wildly, tearing through the group and splattering blood as it killed madly.
Combined with The Flame Dragon's fireballs, Orson effortlessly shattered Wedge's protective spells and turned the enemy into a cold, blood-stained crucifix.
Orson stood atop the crucifix, surveying the battlefield. Wedge, who had never imagined being humiliated in such a way, found herself once again trapped in the dilemma of whether to resurrect or not.
"Leader, we'll be there in two minutes! Please hold on!" a voice shouted from the SSR guild channel. Wedge clung to the hope like a drowning person grasping for a life raft.
In the distance, the SSR and Dragon's Kiss Guild alliance reappeared, with over a thousand players. Given the intensity of the battle, these reinforcements were enough to tip the scales of victory!
"We... We've won!"
Both Usher and Wedge had the same thought at that moment.
At the same time, the four Barrier Masters of Dragon's Kiss Guild had depleted their mana, and the Winter's Fury barrier collapsed.
The reinforcements outside rushed into the battlefield, aiming to deliver the final blow to Godslayer!
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"Damn it, are they really trying to take us down when there's no one left at the back?!"
However, just as Usher and the others were reveling in their supposed victory, an enraged shout interrupted their dreams. A dual-wielding berserker warrior charged straight at the incoming reinforcements.
1v1000!?
The Godslayer players froze. Could Money Traveler, no matter how powerful, really be capable of such a feat?
Usher broke into a satisfied grin, but it lasted only half a second.
"Who dares hurt my master? I'll skin them alive, hang them out in the sun for an entire year!" A mage wearing the Fox Clan Mage Set screamed, and behind him, a seemingly endless line of players followed.
Empress of the Moon: "Looks like we came at just the right time. This is getting interesting."
SlaughterDemon Emperor: "Hahaha, the Four Major Guild Alliance, Usher, where are you going to run now?"
Reinforcements from The King Family arrived with a thousand-man team!
The Moonlight Guild brought in five hundred!
The Slaughter Guild arrived with another thousand-man team!
Nearly three thousand players appeared, each one a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, and these were just a fraction of Orson's backup!
"Not good... The Sky Demon Fortress is under attack! There are too many of them, we can't hold them off!"
"Wind Rain City is in urgent danger, we only have sixty people left! Leaders, please come back!"
"Dragon's Breath Fortress is under siege, if we don't retreat now, I'll have to give up the outpost!"
…
In the next moment, SSR and Dragon's Kiss Guild's channels were flooded with distress signals. Usher stood frozen in place, completely caught off guard. The richest player in Infinite Dimensions, the so-called number one, was suddenly helpless.
"How… how dare they offend me?"
"They shouldn't have dared offend me!"
Usher muttered in disbelief. The DK Group was massive, and the powers behind other large guilds should have known better than to provoke them. But now, at this very moment, over a dozen guilds had gone into a frenzy, pushing through the Dragon's Kiss Guild's taken outposts in the second and third battlefields.
This was without a doubt, a huge piece of news!
"I never expected such a huge change in the last hour of the outpost battle... this shouldn't be happening!"
"They must have planned this out on the fly. Usher monopolized nine outposts, and this pushed other guilds to their breaking point. They're willing to team up with Godslayer just to take him down!"
"So they've been saving their strength all along, waiting for this moment? Twenty hours of battles, and it turns out it was just warm-up?"
In the live stream, the three commentators were drenched in sweat. Compared to the events unfolding in the final hour, the previous twenty hours of fighting had been nothing more than a warm-up.
"My god, what's happening here?"
"Are we going to wipe them out? Could it really happen...?"
The sudden shift in the situation left even Madman and the others stunned. On the other side, ShatteredCrown, Empress, and Demon Emperor had already started their charge.
This was a carefully planned counterattack!
"You, lost."