Orson couldn’t help but feel a tinge of curiosity. He didn’t believe for a second that the other side of the rift was the main base of the Heaven Demons.
After pondering for a moment, his eyes darkened slightly as he turned to Madman and said, “Keep farming here. I’m going to check what’s above.”
“Above? Damn, you’re not thinking of…” Madman froze, staring at him in surprise, unsure of his intentions.
“Mhm. This is Rootless Water—distribute it to everyone in case of any emergencies.”
Orson took out a bottle of Rootless Water and drank it. Instantly, a buff called [Holy Water’s Blessing] appeared on his status bar. Then, he tossed the remaining bottles of the sacred water to Madman. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire
“This much… sacred water?” Madman was stunned.
“If we run out, I’ll get more. Who knows, maybe I can even relocate the spring to Celestial Fortress so everyone can have a soak.”
Orson’s tone was calm, but Madman’s vision darkened for a second. He had no words to respond.
This was a priceless sacred relic!
Yet, in Orson’s hands, it was no different from a regular health potion.
Orson turned toward the Abyssal Rift. Crimson Lizard King unfurled its black wings and flew straight toward the largest fissure.
ROAR!!
Crimson Lizard King let out a deafening roar, releasing an apocalyptic breath of flame that incinerated hordes of corpse insects into ash.
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A dense swarm of corpse insects surrounded Crimson Lizard King, fearlessly gnashing their fangs in an attempt to consume it whole.
With a furious bellow, Crimson Lizard King was quickly wrapped up like a writhing mass of black, completely buried under the creatures.
Orson shook his head helplessly. “You really need to fix your picky eating habits. Look at these bugs—fresh and juicy when eaten raw, and they’d make great BBQ if roasted. Don’t you know how to enjoy life?”
ROAR ROAR!!
Crimson Lizard King howled in rage, its blood-red eyes wide with disbelief. The almost human-like expression on its face seemed to say: Why the hell don’t you eat them yourself?!
Orson clicked his tongue. His original plan was that even if Devour Growth had low efficiency when consuming individual insects, there were so many of them here that after eating enough, its stats should skyrocket.
As they approached the Abyssal Rift, Crimson Lizard King, overwhelmed by the onslaught of insects, was on the verge of going berserk. It grabbed a handful of the wriggling creatures, crushed them, and hurled them into the ocean below—clearly demonstrating that it would rather die than eat such filth.
“…Forget it, I won’t force you. Your mindset is beyond saving.” Orson sighed.
Although these abyssal monsters weren’t individually strong, their sheer numbers were overwhelming. The more he killed, the faster they respawned.
As he got closer to the Abyssal Rift, he found that even without actively attracting them, the grotesque corpse insects grew more and more restless, launching relentless attacks on him.
Orson’s curiosity deepened. Just what lay beyond this rift? Could there be some kind of treasure hidden inside?
Why else would these creatures act so crazed and bloodthirsty?
As an uncountable swarm rushed toward him, Orson gripped his Heavenly Fire Staff, twirled it lightly, and activated a skill. A chaotic six-pointed star appeared before him as he muttered calmly:
“Awaken—Judgment Flame!”
Mana surge: Triple enhancement!
A dark stellar core formed and began shrinking rapidly. The insects clinging to Crimson Lizard King were forcibly sucked into it, forming a massive sphere of writhing bodies that hovered in the sky like a black sun.
BOOM!!
Critical Hit – 900,000!
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Burn Damage – 40,000!
A rain of fire scattered across the battlefield, incinerating thousands of insects in an instant.
Orson had carved out a vacuum in front of the Abyssal Rift through sheer firepower.
His guild buff, [The Supreme Dynasty], granted a +50% all-attribute boost, increasing his base magic attack to 9,000.
With skill multipliers and Soul Seal’s 31x critical hit bonus, his DPS had reached nearly a million per second!
He flicked his wrist, activating Whisper of the Wind, and sent Chaos Magic Balls flying forward. At his current output level, even a basic attack with a critical hit would instantly obliterate any corpse insect in his path.
As he finally reached the edge of the Abyssal Rift, Orson narrowed his eyes.
Only one word could describe what lay inside: Darkness.
A bottomless void, so black it seemed capable of devouring one’s very sight.
The jagged edges of the rift were tinged with a sinister crimson glow, an ominous sign that whatever was within was far from peaceful.
Orson had never been one to charge headfirst into the unknown without preparation. Based on his experience, anything unknown warranted the utmost caution.
His gaze sharpened as Dragon Crystal, embedded in his Heavenly Fire Staff, erupted with a dazzling light, emitting a deep hum.
“Heavenly Fire Awakening—Dragon Curse Howl of Fury!”
Skill reset!
The phantom of an elemental god flickered behind him as Unlimited Firepower Mode activated.
Orson and Crimson Lizard King unleashed a relentless barrage of skills into the abyssal fissure.
Awaken—Grip of the Underworld!
Awaken—Judgment Flame!
Awaken—Hurricane Spear!
Apocalyptic Dragon Breath!
…
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Twenty seconds later, Orson’s mana was completely depleted. To play it safe, he didn’t use the emergency mana reserves from his Archmage’s Necklace and instead chugged down mana potions like crazy.
“You have slain Lord-Class Boss Titan Corpse Insect x10!”
“You have slain Domain Lord-Class Boss Titan Sacred Beetle x3!”
“You have slain…”
As the battle log scrolled wildly, Orson froze for a moment. His experience bar shot up dramatically.
Just as expected—there was something very wrong with this Abyssal Rift!
At least a dozen Level 60 Bosses had been obliterated under his firepower!
“In a Monster Siege, Bosses above Level 50 shouldn’t spawn. So why are there so many high-level ones here?”
His expression turned odd.
What surprised him even more was that every monster here bore the prefix ‘Titan’ in their names.
“Interesting… I have no choice but to take a closer look now.”
Orson glanced at his double resurrection buffs, and with his sacred relic, [Statue of the Elven Queen], off cooldown, his confidence grew.
“Let’s break through and find out.”
He patted Crimson Lizard King’s head. The dragon accelerated and dove toward the Abyssal Rift.
Meanwhile, in the Dark Dragon Empire’s Demon Hall—
“Our plans have been completely ruined by Orgod! They moved Celestial Fortress to the monster spawn point. Are they trying to cut off our chance to farm and level up?!”
“Damn it! Let’s charge in and fight them! Having a Sky Fortress doesn’t mean they’re invincible. As long as we hold Orgod back, the rest of Godslayer won’t be a threat!”
“I agree! If Godslayer completely locks down the monster spawns, we’ll fall behind in gear and levels, wasting all our early-game planning!”
In the hall, the Dragon’s Kiss Guild officers were visibly furious.
They had spent months gathering intelligence, learning that unlike other regions, the US server—due to its massive player base—spawned two Abyssal Rifts instead of one, both located within the Dark Dragon Empire.
Many top-tier players had joined the Dark Dragon Empire faction precisely for the Monster Siege event, aiming for massive rewards.
After all, the fewer defenders a city had, the greater the risk of collapse—but also, the greater the high-risk, high-reward potential.
TitanBreaker’s cold voice cut through the heated debate.
“On our own, we have no chance against Godslayer.”