This thing is definitely not a divine creature!
Orson was taken aback, not believing he had the ability to scare off the Ancestor Vilitian. With that absurdly large figure, even if it just stood there letting him attack, it would probably take him days, if not weeks, to even scratch it.
In his previous life, even in hardcore mode, god-level creatures were incredibly rare, and ordinary trial players could hardly even catch a glimpse of them. There were rumors that these god-level creatures were puppets of the gods, entities that transcended the limits of Infinite Dimensions. They couldn’t be tamed or communicated with, and their existence seemed to be only to intimidate some of the terrifying beings within the Heaven Demon faction.
The shadow approached the rift, and Orson raised an eyebrow, his voice cold: “Awaken. Hurricane Spear!”
The magic turned into Dragon Curse!
A massive wind spear tore through the heavens, creating several hurricanes in the air. The black mist from tail to head was pierced through, yet no damage was registered.
The glowing Bronze Stone Platform revealed its true form.
Compared to when Orson had seen it inside the dungeon, this object was visibly more damaged and ancient. The divine liquid within the stone platform had long dried up, and its surface was covered in a thick layer of rust. Even Orson, who had an archaeological background, had never seen an artifact quite like this.
The carvings on it were too old, and the overall design felt completely out of place in the Infinite Dimensions world. It resembled something from the “previous era,” as described by the Crocodile Dragon.
As the Bronze Stone Platform trembled from his attack, a large chunk of yellow-brown rust fell off, and its flight speed increased, becoming slightly smaller.
“Is this thing alive?” Orson thought, his heart tightening. He tried to check its properties again, but as before, there was no information: Unable to Inspect.
“Stay!” Orson shouted in anger. After being repeatedly tricked by this thing and losing the first blood, he couldn’t let it go that easily!
The Heavenly Fire Staff erupted with dazzling light, the Dragon Crystal vibrating, and the alien aura spinning rapidly.
“Heavenly Fire Awakening·Dragon Curse Howl of Fury!”
“Grip of the Underworld!”
With a flip of his hand, Orson summoned a flood of massive hands, slamming them down onto the Bronze Stone Platform.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Bronze Stone Platform was sent flying, only to be covered by five Grip of the Underworld strikes.
Orson, riding the Crimson Lizard King, quickly closed the distance, wanting to observe the artifact closely.
“What the hell? It can shrink and expand at will?” Orson exclaimed, his face full of surprise.
The artifact, incredibly slippery, shrank to the size of a fist in an instant, squeezing out from a block of elemental stone and shooting through the rift as a streak of light.
Orson cursed under his breath. This was just too bizarre. He wasn’t planning to give up just yet, and followed the Bronze Stone Platform into the rift.
“This Abyssal Rift leads to the Royal Capital, but something doesn’t feel right,” Orson mused. Previously, he’d crossed the rift in just a few seconds, but now it had taken over ten seconds and he still hadn’t reached the outer space of the dungeon.
Just as he was puzzling over this, a white light curtain suddenly appeared at the end of the rift.
A Teleportation Gate?
How could an Abyssal Rift have a teleportation gate?
Orson’s suspicion grew stronger as he watched the Bronze Stone Platform rush straight into the light screen.
After a brief hesitation, Orson instructed the Crimson Lizard King to continue the chase, diving through the portal as well.
“You’ve discovered the City of Gold!”
The subtitles appeared slowly, and Orson looked down in confusion, his eyes widening as he saw a magnificent, golden city below.
This capital was massive, rivaling the grandeur of the Light Dragon Empire’s center!
“Damn it, my artifact is damaged! Who the hell did this?!” came a furious shout.
Orson froze. The Bronze Stone Platform flew into the hands of a man in a white robe.
“Golden Griffin?”
Orson’s eyes narrowed. The white-robed man was riding a majestic griffin.
Golden Griffin·Blessing of the Light·Holy Beast: Level 80
Saint Lord-Class Beast HP: 200 million Attack: 14,000 Crit Rate: 50% Skills: Unknown
This mutated griffin was no joke. With the beak of an eagle, the body of a lion, and claws like a dragon’s, it was much larger than a regular lord-level griffin, glowing with an incredible golden radiance. It looked truly divine.
“Is this a player?” Orson mused but quickly dismissed the thought and inspected the man’s attributes.
Light God’s Envoy · Fraudster · Grevor
Level: 80 HP: Cannot Inspect Attack: Cannot Inspect Skills: Cannot Inspect
Orson broke into a cold sweat when he saw the man’s title. It wasn’t that this NPC was necessarily strong, but that the Bronze Stone Platform, which was able to grant players a wish to acquire a Divine Item, and which seemed to have even triggered an internal conflict among the Titans, was the man’s artifact!
Orson couldn’t fathom how such a powerful entity like the Primordial Titan could have been destroyed by its own kin. Unless the gods themselves intervened, no one should be able to threaten them.
The Titan Council dungeon was not just about raids—it was a deadly game of mutual betrayal. Everything pointed to the Bronze Stone Platform, the object that could fulfill desires. And its master was clearly stirring up conflict among the players.
“Such audacity! Destroy my artifact, and now you dare to challenge the Light Dragon Empire?” the man glared at Orson, his Golden Griffin roaring, sending ripples of golden energy through the air.
Roar!
The Crimson Lizard King wasn’t intimidated at all. With a mighty roar, it pushed the Golden Griffin back, its eyes full of wariness.
“Death God Dragon Clan… you’re just a weakling!” The man, dressed in white, stared at Orson in disbelief.
His eyes darted over him, and Orson immediately recognized the look—the same one that had been aimed at him when he was killed twice by the same guy in Titan Council!
Orson furrowed his brow. “You were the one talking nonsense in Titan Council all the time?”
“Yeah, what of it? I am the Light God’s Envoy, the one who carries out the supreme will of the Light God!” Grevor scoffed, looking down on Orson, clearly expecting respect.
“Artifact?” Orson smirked. It was the first time he’d seen a real artifact.
Artifacts were said to be the Growth Forbidden Magic Equipment, the ultimate form of transformation, and they were a completely different concept from Divine Items.
In his previous life, it was rumored that Usher wielded such an artifact. The Celestial Fortress, Gaedashiram·Anger, and the 32 secondary cannons were all complex Divine Items.
The difference between Divine Items and artifacts was that Divine Items couldn’t be worn to enhance attributes, though there were exceptions for exceptionally powerful individuals.
“Due to certain rules, I, as the Envoy, cannot wipe you out. Scram!” Grevor waved his hand, clearly cradling the Bronze Stone Platform like it was precious.
Orson’s eyes lit up as he realized that the object was actually a small tripod.
It had three legs, two handles, and faint relief patterns on its surface. The tripod was severely damaged, making it appear more like a bronze platform than an artifact.
“This thing seems quite valuable… I’ll be envious for a moment,” Orson muttered to himself.
He shook his head and signaled for the Crimson Lizard King to turn and fly off.
Grevor, pretending to be calm, raised an eyebrow as he watched Orson retreat.
When Orson had gone far enough, Grevor let out a long sigh. “So this is the so-called Chosen One? No luck, and so ugly—he’s nothing compared to me!”
Just as he finished speaking, Grevor suddenly looked up, feeling the space above him shake. He froze, hairs standing on end.
“No, I sense a connection. This thing is meant for me!”
A voice echoed in his ears, and in an instant, over a hundred Chaos Magic Balls shot toward him.
“You… little bastard!” Grevor’s face was full of shock. He didn’t even have time to dodge, and he was hit by the Chaos Magic Balls one after another.
Critical Hit -150,000!
Burning -32,000!
-4,900…
“You want to fight? Fine, I’ll stick with you to the end!” Grevor roared, his robe flaring as he pulled out a staff with a ruby on its top.
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The top of the staff glowed with dark red light, and a series of crimson fireballs launched out toward Orson.
Orson watched this through
the Mirror of Folding, his scalp tingling. The Chaos Magic Balls being fired by Grevor were actually basic attacks!