“A-class skills without cooldown?” Blank stared at her status bar in disbelief.
She knew some characters were absurd, but this was beyond what she could call absurd!
A long-range mage with an enormous mana pool could spam skills all they wanted, but turning millions of US players into an infinite firepower mode? How was this even possible? Did the game really need to balance him with a patch?
“No wonder this guy almost made Usher lose his mind…” Blank muttered, half-amused. She quickly found Shimoji, the one who had killed her earlier, and immediately unleashed her ultimate attack before he could react.
“Looking for death?”
Shimoji froze, caught completely off guard. Blank’s skills rained down like there was no tomorrow, relentlessly targeting him.
“Heart-piercing Double Demon!”
“Heart-piercing…?”
“To kill me? You’re not worthy!” Blank smirked triumphantly, her skills flying in all directions. Shimoji, having just switched to a new legendary weapon, found himself repeatedly smashed by reckless skill spamming.
Critical Hit -6000! True Damage Bleed -8000!
At the same time, the seven A-rank Knights in front of her were wiped out by 100% critical hits and bleeding effects. Blank delivered the final blow to Shimoji with a heart-piercing strike.
With all her stealth abilities now on cooldown, she became invisible and appeared like a shadow, tearing through the backlines of the UJ region players, a black whirlwind in her wake.
“Is this what it’s like to hack?” Blank couldn’t help but mumble.
Elsewhere, the scene was even more spectacular. Countless holy light crosses rained down from the sky, and in an instant, over ten thousand US players resurrected from the ground.
Resurrect! Resurrect! …
Rukawa was shocked. The players he had just downed kept getting back up—only to fall again, only to rise once more! He stood dumbfounded, unable to understand how their resurrection had no cooldown.
-200 -220 …
It was one thing to resurrect endlessly, but the US players had no skill cooldowns either?
Rukawa, equipped in six-piece legendary gear, could block most minor damage, and regular players’ attacks didn’t even scratch him. However, the skills used against him had additional effects, which made all the difference.
Low-level skills with extra effects poured in, overwhelming him.
Apocalypse Knight, with over 40,000 health and a dozen priests healing him, still couldn’t avoid being overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.
“Baka yarou! I won’t… lose!” Rukawa shouted, reviving and swinging his sword to kill dozens of players.
“Kill him! He’s the one glowing, right?” “We’ll drown that glowing elite with spit!”
Rukawa’s scalp tingled as more than 2,000 low-level players ganged up on him. Within moments, he was buried under their attacks.
“Hahaha… Sweating now, huh, you little bastard!” “I can revive instantly! Come on, hit me!” “Priests, hurry up with the resurrections, I won’t stop until I’ve died a few thousand times!”
The US players’ constant chatter filled the air.
From the backlines, hundreds of thousands of priests with their staves were frantically resurrecting fallen players, all with an unrelenting focus on “mindless” reviving.
SirLagsALot continued to cheer excitedly, “They’re the incarnations of immortality! They are the unyielding fire of the battlefield!”
“Are you afraid? Disobedient taxpayers… Hmm, they need to be punished,” Orson said, his blood burning with excitement.
Slaughter Spree: “This goddamn scammer is infuriating… But damn, he’s too powerful!”
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Crimson Lizard King’s blood-red eyes widened. The dragon’s head lifted, and a no-cooldown, destructive breath shot out in a massive pillar of magic flame, sweeping across the battlefield like a black laser.
Fueled by the S-rank beast skill “Explosion Flame Meteor,” the Crimson Lizard King tore through enemy lines, with a fiery, raging storm sending hundreds of UJ region players flying and burning them alive.
Orson’s eyes flashed sharply as he waved his Heavenfire staff. The chaotic six-pointed star lit up.
Heaven’s Firefall!
The spell grew to three times its size!
Heaven’s Firefall!
Dragon Curse activated!
Boom!
The sky rumbled, and UJ region players were shrouded in shadows. Five giant meteors blotted out the moon as if the wrath of the gods was descending upon the earth.
US players looked up, their hearts racing with excitement and shock. Someone shouted, “Orgod… Long live!”
This cry quickly spread among the crowd, creating a massive wave of spirit.
“Godslayer—Long live!”
Countless players raised their arms, shouting with all their might, as the meteors and the divine wrath descended, guaranteeing that all enemies would be annihilated!
The meteors fell, and the outcome was clear!
Boom! Boom!
The UJ region players stood frozen, as the meteors triggered waves of dirt and debris, creating a tsunami-like effect that instilled deep terror into their instincts.
This was a natural disaster!
This was the fury of the undefeated Sorcerer from the US!
No one could block this!
And no one would survive it!
With this strike, over half of the UJ region players perished.
On the battlefield, the roaring cries of US players contrasted sharply with the eerie silence of UJ region players.
Ishinaka’s pupils contracted. A blue void-eye appeared above her head, using her exclusive skill “Material Grasp” to barely block one of the Double Celestial Descent meteors.
But blocking just one was already her limit.
Ishinaka’s chest heaved as she began to understand Naoko’s situation. When fighting on the same map as Orson, there was no hope for a comeback. His presence alone meant absolute crushing power.
Ishinaka realized why Orson had waited so long to act and called in so many US players. It wasn’t because he lacked strength—it was for building up his momentum.
The UJ region’s elite? They were simply stepping stones on his path to godhood!
The existence of UJ region players barely mattered. They were merely an accessory, a tool to vent his anger.
“Ishina, Emperor’s Might Guild, Saint Slayer Syndicate, the remnants of Thousand Hands—please die here.” Orson’s gaze was cold as he locked eyes with Ishinaka, his words full of arrogance. No one dared challenge him.
Ishinaka, with her impressive battle potential, was a former Tiers player from the UJ region. Her survival from that era was a testament to her strength. Now, everyone could see that Orson’s words, in a single stroke, had sealed their fate.
Silently, Orson sat cross-legged, entering “Meditation” mode to recharge.
The Dragon Curse Howl of Fury effect ended, and Orson entered an empty mana state, which would normally be the perfect moment to attack him.
However, before him stood over 10,000 knights, resembling an iron wall, their eyes locked onto him, prepared to defend him.
“A few stay behind as rear guard, the rest retreat,” Ishinaka said calmly.
Despite the battle spoils scattered across the battlefield, Ishinaka had no intention of retrieving any. She knew that staying any longer would only increase their losses.
“Die here, and be prepared to pay me Tithe,” Orson said, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.
Ishinaka’s face darkened with anger, but she suppressed it quickly.
Ignoring Orson, she turned and left behind over 2,000 players as rear guard, preparing to retreat via the ancient teleportation portal.
Clang!
The sound of weapons colliding rang out, and Blank, emerging from stealth, rushed towards Ishinaka. She realized that the S-rank hidden class player was the biggest threat among their group.
“This battle is decided, you’ve lost,” Blank declared.
A level 37 rogue appeared, dressed in grey with incredibly fast movements, meeting Blank head-on without losing ground.
At the same time, a powerful assassin team stepped forward, protecting Ishinaka as rear guard.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Orson said, rising to his feet with a cold laugh. “Remember this: the US region is a forbidden zone in Infinite Dimensions. Anyone from other regions who dares invade will never live to tell the tale!”
“Still not moving? Naoko.”
As Orson’s voice echoed, a fierce roar came from within the teleportation portal.
A monstrous eight-headed creature descended onto the battlefield!
“Naoko, you…” Ishinaka gasped.
“Orson’s pain will be shared by all of you,” Naoko said with a sly smile. She stood atop the serpent’s head, and violent elemental tides began to gather around her. Her eyes turned cold as she ordered, “Yamata no Orochi, kill them all!”