“For the Holy Mother!”
Meanwhile, the remaining Chaos cultists held their positions at the rear.
A multitude of Chaos Sigils illuminated the sky, and massive Chaos Magic Balls rained down upon their enemies.
The intense barrage of firepower overwhelmed even the dragons.
Compared to Bynabert and the others, who needed to cast spells one by one, the Chaos cultists were casting spells 2-3 times in rapid succession. Their efficiency was far superior to that of ordinary NPCs.
Drunken Dream sensed victory was near, leading his team through the cover, sneaking into the heart of the battlefield and launching a surprise attack from behind.
Amidst the smoke and fiery rain, in just a few minutes, four giant dragons and their riders were annihilated, exploding mid-air.
The aerial battle continued, but with the mysterious and unpredictable Chaos cultists aiding them, the balance had tipped in favor of the players!
Meanwhile, Crimson Lizard King had finished cleaning up the remnants.
Dragon blood flowed across the ground, forming a river in the low-lying areas.
Crimson Lizard King, covered in blood and remnants of meat, lay next to four dead Water Dragons, licking its claws while nursing its wounds.
Even with its massive size, Crimson Lizard King had lost nearly one hundred million health points.
In the beast wars, raw strength was paramount!
Ordinary dragon breath attacks were insufficient to deliver a fatal blow, and normally, physical combat damage would far exceed elemental damage.
However, once a dragon’s vital points were bitten into, the Deadly Strike triggered, causing the damage to escalate exponentially.
Crimson Lizard King, being an anomaly, preferred to target other dragons’ mouths, and its percentage-based damage was enough to deliver fatal blows.
Having consumed the heads of four Water Dragons, Devour Growth reached 100%.
Crimson Lizard King’s blood-red eyes focused on Orson, and its body grew even larger.
The black scales now bore faint blue magical runes typical of Water Dragons, giving it an eerie yet powerful appearance. It had now reached the peak of Domain Lord-Class strength.
With Soul Collector, it began collecting souls, including those of the slain dragons.
The Phoenix Egg in its pouch trembled, drawing the blood around it into threads, which then flowed toward its waist.
“Domain Lord-Class boss blood quality enhancement!”
“Blood Devour +30,000!”
“Blood Devour +30,000!”
…
The Phoenix Egg absorbed the blood eagerly. The progress was now at 470,000, still far from hatching, but it was much faster than farming normal monsters.
Looking at the pile of valuable loot on the ground, Orson hadn’t said a word when Bradley, grinning, said, “Better hold on to their loot for now.”
“Fair enough.”
Orson nodded, muttering to himself that the worst thing during a fight was being distracted. He stuffed the loot into his pouch, planning to return it after a few decades.
“You have acquired Dragon Crystals x8!”
“You have acquired Domain Lord Dragon Horns x6!”
“You have acquired Dragon Scales x220!”
…
Bradley was happily collecting the items when his brow suddenly furrowed. Looking up, he noticed Crimson Lizard King staring at him with a bloodlust that made him feel like he was gazing at an extravagant feast.
“Well, well, look at you. You’re turning your back on me again?” Bradley scolded, turning around to look for Orson, ready to pull out a firestick for a family punishment.
Roar!!
Crimson Lizard King suddenly sprang up from the ground, its eyes locked on the horizon beyond Pondenorlin City, emitting a furious roar.
“What the hell!”
The sound, mixed with a stench, struck Bradley, distorting his face as he recoiled, gagging in disgust.
“Bradley.”
Orson’s expression changed, and he called out.
“Huh?” Bradley froze.
“Go and join up with the Slaughter people.”
Bradley was about to ask why, but when he saw Orson’s serious expression, he held his tongue.
“Blank, Demon Emperor, Magical Fiancée…”
Orson called out the names of a dozen players, all of whom were top-tier figures and leaders of major guilds.
“Nine Golden Dragons, three Purple-Gold Dragons, the Purple-Gold Dragons are for you guys. I, Orgod, am generous, right?”
Orson flashed a bright smile, genuinely addressing them.
“Twelve High-level Dragons??”
Magical Fiancée gasped, unable to breathe properly, fearing she might faint in the game capsule.
“Triple Crown winner is indeed something else, but these three dragons, we’re not taking them without contribution, we’ll return them to you.”
Blank’s forehead twitched. The sheer shamelessness made her shiver.
“With the fountain at our back, we can fight, but it’s just a matter of dying a few times. However, if the respawn points are blocked, we’ll have no room to resist.” Demon Emperor said solemnly.
“Orgod, you’re our ally. We do want to help you, but you’ve seen it yourself: regular flying mounts against giant dragons is a dead-end, let alone those mighty Purple-Gold Dragons.”
A female knight smiled at him, her golden hair flowing like a waterfall. She was The King Family’s Ultimate Sweetheart, a player Orson had once helped level up.
Seeing the discomfort among the others regarding the Godly Mage’s “gift”, Orson nodded. As the same high-tier dragons, they had all felt the terrifying strength of the Golden Dragons.
To face three Purple-Gold Dragons of the same level—such power was unimaginable.
Orson nodded, as The King Family’s Ultimate Sweetheart had said, regular flying battle beasts were no match for giant dragons. Demon Emperor and the others wouldn’t have been hunting down the half-blood dragons if they weren’t grounded.
“Don’t worry, I have it all figured out.”
Orson smiled, raised his hand, and with a few swishes, eight flags were planted in front of Demon Emperor and the others.
“Demon God’s Banner? A million gold per flag!” Magical Fiancée gasped.
“You have this? Did you just buy it?” Blank looked at him, puzzled.
A Demon God’s Banner cost a million gold and 100,000 reputation to purchase from the store. The conditions were steep: each guild could only own one, and it took at least four to use as a set.
Now wasn’t even a siege time, and spending eight million gold on eight banners was simply absurd.
“No, I… ‘acquired’ them.” Orson smirked.
“From the Dragon’s Kiss Guild?” Blank eyed him suspiciously.
Orson smiled and nodded, playing the humble card.
Everyone gasped in awe, their expressions a mix of disbelief and respect.
It was truly a miracle that Orson had stolen these Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s premium items and yet still lived to tell the tale.
“Don’t say I’m being stingy.”
Orson continued seriously, “These items are for rent. Each guild can rent them for 50,000 gold per hour, how generous am I?”
Generous?
Orson was far too generous!
The guild leaders in the room were seething with anger, wanting nothing more than to hang Orson up and give him a beating.
He’d stolen these items from someone else, and now he was renting them out for gold? Was this guy even human?
“I’ll rent them!”
Magical Fiancée and the others hesitated for a moment, but Demon Emperor quickly fished out 50,000 gold and handed it to Orson, taking a flag emblazoned with the White Wolf insignia.
“Since I’ve danced with Triple Crown winner, the rewards are plenty, I’ll rent them!” Ultimate Sweetheart laughed, handing over the gold as well.
“Six spots left, any guilds still want in?” Orson asked nonchalantly.
“Who gets the loot? Don’t say it’s you!” a player hesitated.
“As always, the worthy take it,” Orson replied with a light smile.
With a small army of guild leaders and super-rich players ready to strike, the 50,000 gold rent was nothing compared to the opportunity of using Demon God’s Banner to take down the Purple-Gold Dragons.
It was a deal no one could pass up.
Within moments, all the spots were taken, and Orson made a quick 400,000 gold—easy money for him!
He wasn’t worried about anyone cheating with the Demon God’s Banner since once the flag holder died, it would drop anyway.
With the Demon God’s Banner distributed, Orson took a deep breath and activated his Celestial Vision, scanning the distant sky.
There, towering golden mountains loomed, where nine Golden Dragons and three Purple-Gold Dragons flew, stirring up violent thunderstorms.
At the forefront was a terrifying figure, a super dragon whose body stretched nearly two kilometers long—
Golden Dragon King Soros!
Soros proudly raised his head, easily sensing Orson’s gaze.
“Bow before me, adventurer. I grant you the honorable death you deserve.”