Orson rolled his eyes in frustration, barely managing to reply with a single word: “Scram.”
Velorith: “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I’ll let you experience the most cruel torture in this world!”
The Lightning Dragon King, with her snow-white arm raised, summoned a sword of lightning that cracked and popped like a whip.
“Where did this female dragon pick up so many bad habits? I told you, I’m not interested!”
Orson had three black lines running down his forehead. This female dragon wasn’t just evil, she had some very unusual tastes.
Turning around, he glanced at Flame Fosset, who had yet to directly intervene, and said, “Hey, old bastard, pick a fight with someone. If you can’t win, at least buy me some time.”
“Good disciple, do you really have the ability to kill a dragon king on your own?” Flame Fosset eyed him skeptically.
“Stop taking advantage of me. Even if the King of Dragons comes, Golden Dragon King will die here,” Orson spat.
“Well… let me think about it,” Flame Fosset rubbed his sparse beard, and Orson’s face turned green as he resisted the urge to smack the old man.
“The Lightning Dragon King is the most aggressive, and my old bones can’t handle that kind of action,” Flame Fosset said nonchalantly, “The Purple-Gold Dragon King is a good opponent though. Even if I can’t kill him, I can at least keep him busy.”
“Alright, leave the Purple-Gold Dragon King to you. I’ll go take down the Golden Dragon King,” Orson nodded patiently.
Flame Fosset paused and then muttered, “Wait a minute… let me count.”
He began counting on his fingers, raising an eyebrow at Orson: “What about the Lightning Dragon King?”
Orson smirked, his eyes flashing coldly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a backup plan.”
“My good disciple, I knew you still had some of my former grandeur!” Flame Fosset’s dim eyes gleamed as he reached out to pat Orson’s head like a doting old man.
Orson gritted his teeth and slapped the old man’s hand away.
“Ow… looks like I’ve broken my arm. I can’t fight anymore. I’m done for, done for! My life’s over!”
Flame Fosset let out a strange cry, and his bony arm immediately drooped.
Orson froze. A King-level powerhouse could be broken by a slap from him?
What kind of strength did I have?
“Chaos Sect Leader Flame Fosset has filed a claim against you.”
Orson was dumbfounded. What the hell? Even now, this old bastard was trying to extort him?
The fire had barely reached his eyebrows, for crying out loud!
A familiar prompt window appeared before him:
“Please enter coins———”
“You have lost 12,010 coins.”
Seeing Golden Dragon King charging towards him with great momentum, Orson had no choice but to dump all the remaining coins in his pockets.
“Chaos Sect Leader Flame Fosset thinks you’re not sincere enough.”
“The coins are far below his expectations.”
“He doubts your loyalty to Chaos Sect.”
The prompt echoed, and Orson was on the verge of losing his mind.
He gritted his teeth, swearing that as soon as he got the chance, he would wipe out this damn Chaos Sect!
No wonder this stupid cult was being suppressed—who could stand this kind of shameless behavior?!
Guild Channel:
Orgod: “Madman, send me the remaining coins! I need them urgently!”
Madman: “Huh? Did you start keeping a bunch of women? Your spending’s like a waterfall, no, it’s more like a damn waterfall!”
Dancing Giant Boobs: “Madman, they’re holding the fort. They just spent over 8 million coins, and now they only have a little over a million. I’ll send it to you now.”
Ding——
The coins soon appeared in Orson’s account.
“You have lost 103,400 coins.”
“He doubts your loyalty to Chaos Sect.”
Orson stared in disbelief at Flame Fosset, who gave him a bitter smile, as if there was something he couldn’t say.
“How much do you want, damn it?” Orson furrowed his brows and directly asked.
Flame Fosset grinned and replied, “Another 1.8 million wouldn’t hurt. The situation is urgent. You need to understand, to gain, you must give!”
“You have lost 1,207,060 coins.”
The sound of coins clinking rang out, and Flame Fosset lifted the illusion on his arm, revealing a satisfied look, praising Orson’s actions.
“Enough with the nonsense! Start working now!” Orson shouted angrily.
“Yes, yes, my favorite cash cow!” Flame Fosset cackled, waving his staff, summoning a massive black tiger.
The black tiger roared, and its white kingly markings glowed with chaotic energy. It grew a pair of broad white bone wings from its waist, towering with power.
“King’s Authority——”
Flame Fosset muttered as he raised his hand, and millions of coins flew out of his mouth.
Orson’s eyes narrowed in surprise as he watched the coins melt.
They turned into dark golden magic runes shaped like tadpoles, crawling up Flame Fosset’s bony arm, spreading across his entire body.
Surging vitality poured into Flame Fosset’s frail form, and before Orson could fully process it, Flame Fosset jumped onto his battle beast and charged towards the Purple-Gold Dragon King.
A gust of air nearly made Orson lose his balance, but he quickly saw Soros flying toward him, already within 10 kilometers.
Orson’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t afford to be careless. With a quick motion, he summoned Supreme Arcane Blade in front of him.
Five of his avatars lined up in a row, all casting spells to block the incoming Golden Dragon King!
Awakening: Grip of the Underworld!
Awakening: Grip of the Underworld!
…
Six massive elemental hands slammed down on Soros.
Hundredfold Gravity!
Magic Disruption!
A golden divine ring erupted around Soros, and six awakened spells powerful enough to cover half of Pondenorlin City immediately dissipated upon contact with Soros.
A massive MLSS sign flashed in the air.
“King’s Authority, Hundredfold Gravity.”
Orson’s heart sank. Though he had expected it, seeing it with his own eyes still sent a chill through him.
At the peak of King-level, Golden Dragon King Soros was far beyond ordinary players’ understanding.
This was the pride of the Dragon race, a being revered as a deity across the Infinite Dimensions world.
Soros’ King’s Authority: Hundredfold Gravity caused everything near him to be subjected to 100 times its normal weight, whether it was magic constructs, players, or NPCs.
Orson knew that Grip of the Underworld, made of earth elements, would easily collapse under the weight of the hundredfold gravity.
But if he used Hurricane Spear to focus the attacks, he might be able to deal more damage, even if it didn’t reach full damage potential.
“Tiny human, who gave you the courage to gaze upon the true god?” Soros’ arrogant voice echoed across the map.
The players on the battlefield shuddered at the sight of the immense golden peak, realizing they were facing an untouchable god.
“Crimson Lizard King!”
Orson’s eyes turned sharp as he saw Crimson Lizard King charging out from the space!