“Adventurer, I admire your courage, and I understand your anger even more,” said Tulikiki slowly, his old face full of calmness. Unlike other Dragon Kings, he did not radiate arrogance. Instead, he exuded a natural aura of authority that was chilling and impossible to ignore.
“Not guilty of death?” Orson smirked, his black eyes locking onto the seemingly frail old man standing before him.
A Semi-Deity Supreme.
He was on the same level as the Dark Dragon King, Rebellion—one of the highest beings in this world.
In Infinite Dimensions, god-like beings were often more symbols than powerhouses, much like fortunate mascots. Creatures like the Phoenix couple or the elemental gods, even in Hardcore Mode, could rarely be found, and they never actively interfered with the conflicts of players or trial-takers.
Thus, the man before Orson could be seen as the very deity that governed the beings of Infinite Dimensions.
Grevor spoke, “Give me the Titan’s Magic Eye, no need for the Dragon King’s Horn. I’ll give you a satisfactory answer.”
Grevor sighed, holding two ancient-looking scrolls in his hand. Orson casually glanced at them, realizing they were the two incomplete Chaos Talent scrolls.
“Tulikiki and Grevor are negotiating with you.”
“They promise to spare Golden Dragon King Soros, and the grudge between the dragons and you will be erased.”
“They also offer you a gift you cannot refuse.”
Pondenorlin City credentials.
Blessing from the Light Dragon King.
A divine item from the Empire.
Middle and upper parts of the Chaos Talent scrolls. (Titan’s Magic Eye required, Dragon King’s Horn not needed.)
15 million gold.
The prompt continued, but Orson’s expression remained stoic. His face betrayed no emotion.
Tulikiki continued, “I, along with Soros and the other seven Dragon Kings from the Light and Dark Empires, have maintained the stability of Infinite Dimensions as agents of the gods. If you kill him, the world may face unimaginable consequences.”
“Unimaginable consequences?” Orson’s eyes grew cold. His gaze fixed sharply on the Semi-Deity Supreme.
He suddenly threw his head back and laughed. It was an insane, hollow laugh—laughter that echoed the dissonance of his soul!
Orson had thought that he could remain calm, exchanging the least for the greatest, to become stronger and surpass every limit! To sacrifice a beast for such incredible rewards—it was in his interest, no doubt about it. Any other player would have been tempted.
But Crimson Lizard King had been with him for so long. Their bond was far deeper than just master and pet.
He stared hard at Crimson Lizard King, then glanced at Berenice lying dormant in his bag. He wished for another miracle to happen, but miracles didn’t happen on command.
Her massive body was fading, her scales turning to ash, blood almost drained. Her bloodshot eyes, until the very end, stared at Soros.
Until death!
Unyielding!
They had walked this dangerous path together, and through countless trials, she had risen from a simple elite boss to a being feared even by Saint Lord-Class dragons.
Her bloodlust, her pride, her cunning—Orson cherished these traits deeply. He could feel her emotions coursing through him, her feelings influencing him at every moment.
The significance of Crimson Lizard King’s existence couldn’t simply be defined as that of a battle beast.
She was a companion, a partner in bloodshed!
Such fierce emotions could never be measured by any game item.
Soros opened a golden vertical eye and glared at the adventurer who was standing on his head. He sneered, “I admit your strength, but I, Soros, will never die!”
“We dragons are part of the very fabric of this world’s rules. The entire continent will collapse. The darkness that originated from the Dark Magic Kingdom will descend upon this era once more.”
“You, a mere human, dare to kill me?”
Soros never imagined he would fall at the hands of an adventurer. He tried to cover his defeat with arrogance.
Grevor was startled, fearing to provoke Orson, who had already expressed his intent to kill even the sky gods.
Grevor looked at Orson with a grave expression. “What this Golden Dragon says is true. If the Dragon King falls and no new one rises, catastrophic disasters will unfold—disasters that only the gods could foresee.”
Seeing that Orson was unmoved, Grevor continued, “The Golden Dragons slaughtered nearly 100,000 of Chaos Sect. I, just like you, would love to flay this creature’s skin, but please, calm down for now.”
“Disaster?” Orson’s black eyes, hidden beneath his golden skull mask, burned with intensity. He raised the Supreme Arcane Blade and spoke coldly, “Your life or death doesn’t concern me. The fate of this world matters not to me.”
Today, even if I tear open the sky itself, Orson will make the dragons pay in blood!
Fire began to spread across the Supreme Arcane Blade as his overwhelming energy surged outward.
Orson’s expression was as cold as eternal ice as he shouted, “Awaken… Heavenly Fire Slash!”
“I told you, you cannot kill him!”
Grevor was horrified and quickly began chanting Chaos Magic while stepping onto the Chaos Six-Pointed Star. The elements went berserk within a thousand-meter radius.
Wind, fire, and water elements fused, and an elemental war god, like a Celestial, appeared behind Orson. It had six arms and three heads, swinging a variety of elemental weapons toward Orson.
“Veijander!”
Orson yelled, and from the swirling thunderclouds above, an extraordinary war hammer shot down—Artifact Thunder Fire!
Boom!
A deafening crash echoed as the chaotic god of war, formed from the combined elements, was shattered by the Thunder Fire, breaking into pieces.
The fiery sword cut a terrifying arc through the air, almost severing Soros’ head in two.
Fatal Strike – 8 million!
“You dare, human!? Tulikiki, are you going to stand by and watch!?”
Soros howled in pain, his shrill scream echoing, “We are the gods who dominate the sky! The will of the gods cannot be desecrated!”
Dragon Curse · Celestial Sword!
The Light Dragon King raised one hand, summoning an enormous holy light sword that pierced through the clouds, cleaving the thunderstorm around Veijander and Velorith.
The fearsome Celestial Sword made the two top-tier Dragon Kings retreat in haste, and the sword quickly spread over Orson’s area.
This strike was from the Supreme!
A divine force, unstoppable!