The crowd exchanged uncertain glances. The number of players killed by Golden Dragon Knight in the past seven days could practically circle Pondenorlin City.
After all the effort to wear it down to near-death, it was now back at full health, still with a healing buff active, and in a berserk state…
Who would be foolish enough to rush in and die for nothing?
“Challenge my ass, this is wasting my dungeon farming time!”
“This damn game ruined my youth. What’s the point of making such a public dungeon that no player can even finish? It’s disgusting!”
The players cursed continuously, but surprisingly, very few actually left.
Everyone’s gaze turned as one, all locking onto the man.
This guy, knowing how strong Golden Dragon Knight was, had still not left!
Was he really about to make a final push for the ownership of Pondenorlin City?
DonutWizard returned to Wedge’s side. “Wedge, should we use that item? Golden Dragon Knight probably won’t heal again.”
Wedge looked at Orson with a complicated expression and shook her head. “The odds aren’t good. We only have one chance to turn this around.”
“We won’t know unless we try,” DonutWizard said, frowning.
Wedge took a deep breath, her expression serious. “Let’s endure a bit longer. Think of it as a trial. We still have hope.”
“That’s right. But we can’t use it in front of him. If we do, the consequences could be disastrous.”
Alexander nodded with a smile, showing no sign of negative emotions from his previous defeat.
“I, Orgod, wish to become the lord of Pondenorlin City.”
A calm voice echoed through the main city.
Slaughter Spree: “If you’ve got the guts, go up there and fight, what’s the point of telling us?”
Blank: “This guy… he wouldn’t say this unless he’s absolutely sure.”
Hellfire Man: “What a joke! If I find out where you live, I’ll kill you on sight!”
Magical Fiancée: “Wait… is that a noble title?”
The imperial robe was lifted, revealing a chilling black title—Conqueror Baron!
He wore a beautifully crafted golden laurel crown and a black robe adorned with golden magical runes. A pressure beyond words radiated from him, and the clouds in the sky parted.
The brilliant red sun slowly began to be obscured by a dark shadow, as if it were completely extinguished.
Pondenorlin City plunged into darkness, shifting from daylight to night as the stars shone brightly above.
“What the hell… A solar eclipse? Is some special dungeon about to open?”
“This is way too strange, what’s going on here?”
“Look at that guy’s equipment effect! Oh my God! The Endless Bright Galaxy keeps circling around him, what kind of gear is that?!”
The crowd gasped, feeling a chill run down their spines, their bodies covered in goosebumps.
Orson, like a deity descending, had black hair flying wildly in the wind, his body surrounded by countless stars sparkling as if he were a shining star pulling the Bright Galaxy around him.
With a smile, Orson said, “Any objections?”
In front of him, a bizarre staff about 1.5 meters long, glowing in dark gold, floated as stars flickered within it.
“The number one weapon on the weapon rankings: Forbidden Magic weapon! The Mythical Supreme Archaic Arcane Blade hasn’t been unlocked?”
“Shit! The robe is also number one on the armor rankings, Forbidden Magic-tier Mythical Supreme Desolation Robe! Also, not unlocked!”
Everyone was shocked as they checked the rankings again—Orgod’s name dominated the top of both the weapon and armor lists!
Slaughter Spree: “What does ‘not unlocked’ mean? Could it be Growth Forbidden Magic?”
James’s heart tightened, and he spoke hesitantly. “No… I’ve seen the Growth Forbidden Magic image for the Sword Soul Guild leader. The prefix on Orson’s gear is completely different.”
“Could it be…” Blank’s face was filled with shock, her words faltering as her guess seemed too bold.
Suddenly, Demon Emperor laughed. “Artifact. This is an Artifact, something beyond Forbidden Magic-tier!”
Top players in the crowd felt chills run through them. Staring at Orson’s figure, they didn’t feel a sense of helplessness—they felt an overwhelming sense of despair, one that they could never overcome.
The players who had risen to the top in Infinite Dimensions were all exceptional people, often powerhouses in the real world. Their pride made them almost invincible, and it was rare for anyone to make them feel truly desperate.
But now, when they looked at Orson, they suddenly understood—what it meant to be beyond!
Demon Emperor: “Usher’s defeat wasn’t unjust. Anyone who faced him would have the same result.”
Money Traveler: “Look closely, this is my bro! My bro is seriously badass!”
Bradley, watching Orson’s dramatic display, was even happier than when he himself stole the show. Everyone needs that one friend to brag about for decades, right?
Blank and the others were speechless, their faces downcast.
Earlier, Orson had made them act, but perhaps he hadn’t been trying to trap them—it was more like watching ants try to move a mountain.
“Bradley, let’s go. Let’s finish the quest,” Orson said with a calm smile.
He waved the Supreme Arcane Blade, and a crack in space, hundreds of meters long, opened before them.
Roar!!
A gigantic black dragon burst forth from the rift.
“Oh my God!! This mutated lizard is even bigger than the Golden Dragon! It’s terrifying!”
“I can’t even see its stats! I’m a level 50 Dragon Knight, but I can’t even gauge its attributes?”
The Death God Dragon Clan emerged, and the dragon’s power rippled for over 30,000 miles!
Dozens of smaller dragons were sent flying in fear.
Compared to the monstrous Crimson Lizard King, these smaller dragons looked like chicks, skittering away in panic, disregarding their Dragon Knight riders as they fled.
The players couldn’t believe it. The dragon beasts that usually controlled the fate of regular players were now terrified.
Their souls were trembling, the fear deep within their bloodlines overwhelming them.
Because what they faced wasn’t just any dragon—it was the true god of the sky!