Hellfire Man, a tough character, forced himself to stand on one foot, raising his massive sword above his head before bringing it down with a powerful swing.
Bradley sneered, easily dodging the incoming sword slash with a side step.
Hellfire Man had awakened his Epic Rank Soul Seal, making him extraordinarily tough compared to most warriors, and in terms of raw health, Bradley didn’t have the advantage, especially since he was “barely geared.”
However, when it came to combat experience, Bradley was miles ahead.
He turned back and struck again, landing a precise crippling blow, severing Hellfire Man’s other arm.
“You motherfucker!” Hellfire Man roared, feeling like Bradley was playing with him.
Each of Bradley’s crippling strikes was difficult to land, but Hellfire Man’s limbs were systematically chopped off, turning him into a grotesque, mutilated mess!
The scene shocked not just the surrounding players, but even the members of Hellfire Guild, who hadn’t expected Bradley to be this strong.
Just as they were about to make their move, their leader was already lying on the ground?
“You’re the kind of whale player I could take on ten of you at once,” Bradley coldly remarked, raising his sword and decisively decapitating Hellfire Man.
“Take this!”
Bradley snorted, kicking the severed head several hundred meters away, where it landed right in the middle of the onlooking crowd.
“Jesus! You scared the hell out of me!”
“Same here!”
“Who the hell is so inconsiderate, chopping someone up like that in the city?!”
A group of players were left stunned as they looked at the incoming head.
“Is that Money Traveler from Godslayer?”
“And… Orsix?”
Slaughter Spree’s eyes widened when he saw the Empire Mage next to Bradley. His face twisted in disgust.
“It’s that… damn bastard!”
James, who had been killed from level 20 to level 10 by this very man, felt chills run down his spine.
He cursed under his breath, but his body obeyed as he quickly hid behind Demon Emperor’s mount, trying to protect the little dignity he had left.
“The buzzkill has arrived,” Blank sighed in disappointment.
“You damn bastards are looking for death! Everyone, attack! Kill them!!”
Hellfire Guild players snapped out of their shock and immediately turned to focus their attacks on Bradley, charging at him like a pack of wild dogs.
Bradley responded, “Orson, there’s a lot of them. You might want to do something before your daughter’s dad gets killed!”
“Goddamn it… you mess around and then make me clean up your mess!”
Orson cursed and shook his head helplessly, lifting the corner of his imperial mage robe.
A strange, dark-gold weapon appeared in his hand.
The top half was a staff covered in the distinctive patterns of meteoric iron, while the bottom half resembled an inverted sword, glowing with a cold, sharp light, dark golden magic runes swirling around it.
“Welcome to my domain.”
Orson lifted the staff, and a blast of ice-blue mist erupted from it. With a smile, he murmured, “Freeze.”
Zzzzzt—
The temperature plummeted, and the chilling sound of freezing filled the air.
From the icy mist, a figure walked slowly forward, and the surrounding players froze in horror as they turned into faint blue ice statues.
“You… You’re that man?!” Magical Fiancée’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the person in front of her.
The members of Glory Seekers looked around, uneasy and terrified.
Within a hundred meters, everything froze. Chaotic flames roiled inside the ice statues, and the numbers for the damage were astronomical.
The ice shattered, the chaotic flames extinguished, and over a hundred souls ascended to the heavens.
The crowd stood in stunned silence. Even though they had seen this a thousand times on the Infinite Dimensions forum, seeing it in person was still overwhelmingly terrifying!
Hellfire Guild was instantly wiped out, but the icy mist moved around Glory Seekers.
“That’s a precise manipulation of an AoE-type magic skill. The control and damage effects—can a human even do something like that?” Magical Fiancée whispered, stunned.
She understood why Orgod hadn’t attacked them, considering that it was Hellfire Man who had spoken out earlier, while she was just a mediator.
The Gorgon-Headed Sorceress class was known for its petrifying aura, and Magical Fiancée understood better than anyone how hard it was to control and fine-tune such an AoE aura skill.
Her heart raced as the man walked past her with effortless grace, yet she felt an intense suffocating terror.
“Tell Hellfire Man to pay his Tithe honestly. I won’t hold this against her,” Orson said, his expression neutral as he effortlessly killed over a hundred of Hellfire Guild’s elites. For him, it was nothing more than a simple gesture.
“Uh… Okay, sure.”
Magical Fiancée stammered, her eyes showing a mix of panic and admiration.
However, just as Orson was about to leave, he suddenly paused, as if remembering something.
The surrounding players held their breath, panic rising in their hearts. They instinctively began to hide inside nearby NPC shops.
But no one thought this behavior was embarrassing.
After all, this was the god of death of Infinite Dimensions!
“Do not defect to the Dark Dragon faction. Otherwise, I will personally drag you back to the Light Dragon faction. Remember that,” Orson said seriously.
Magical Fiancée nodded fervently, promising to relay the message.
They were in desperate need of money, and this was a perfect opportunity to fleece a big guild.
It was rare to find a large guild walking right into their grasp, and of course, Orson wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.
Otherwise, these guys would just run off at the first sign of trouble, and how would the Godslayer guild grow then?
Orson had put so much effort into making sure the guild thrived…
Now, the long-established guilds left in the Light Dragon Empire were getting sharper and sharper.
They fought tooth and nail for resources, battling over everything from wilderness to dungeons, as if they could start fires with their fists.
But as soon as a few Godslayer players got involved, whether by force or voluntarily, these guilds would suddenly act like good Samaritans, all protecting the “isolated Godslayer” players.
Was Orson going to let that slide and not find a way to profit from it?
He’d lost over 30 million gold on that damn gear; there was no way he could make up for that without using unconventional methods.
Players like Hellfire Man, the big spenders, were ripe for the picking!
