Ghost King refused to admit the truth, even as her bloodline descendants endured endless torment, becoming mere playthings for the nobility.
She still wouldn’t believe it!
She only dreamed of surviving long enough to one day regain her freedom. When that time came, she would lead the Blood Clan to rise again, swinging her sword of vengeance toward the Heavenly Kingdom!
King’s Authority!
Blood Burned Away!
Blood mist once again spread across the battlefield. The blood warriors, who had been eliminated, began to reform their flesh and bones.
Under King’s Authority, within the next thirty minutes, they would rise again, time and time again, until they had completely wiped out their enemies as Ghost King commanded!
But after seeing the process of the Blood Clan’s resurrection once, Orson knew this was no different from sending them to their deaths once again.
“Such an easy pattern to figure out, how could I ever let you rise again?”
Orson mockingly shook his head, his eyes flashing as he activated his guild skill, Celestial Vision.
The entire Ghost King Palace appeared before him.
Quickly, he spotted his target in the blood mist: “Northeast coordinates 140.21, the Blood Priest will respawn here.”
Without a doubt, the Blood Clan’s strength came from the powerful healing provided by the Blood Priests.
By dealing with the Blood Priests first, their overall combat power would be significantly reduced.
The Blood Priest who had just risen from death raised their blood-colored staff, responding to the call of Ancestor, ready to fight and die for Ghost King, just as they had done a thousand years ago.
Orson smiled, watching as the Blood Priest’s guard, once uncertain, now became resolute. He leaned in, smiling down at them, “Did you sleep well, my friends?”
“Ugh…”
The Blood Priest’s guard looked stunned. Before he could speak, Orson grinned wickedly, “Well, time for another round!”
Orson thrust his Supreme Arcane Blade directly into the guard’s mouth…
Unfortunately, the undead had returned, but their enemy was a true demon!
“Saint Lord of the Church!”
The guard’s head exploded under Orson’s attack, and the remaining Blood Priests roared in anger.
In an instant, blood-red twilight flooded the sky, transforming into swords that rained down, aiming to tear Orson to pieces.
“Evil—begone!”
Crimson Lizard King spread her massive dragon wings and absorbed the incoming attacks with her immense health.
Then, with a swift flick of her tail, she cracked the air, sending the blood priests flying, disintegrating more than ten of them in one blow.
Crimson Lizard King glared contemptuously at the blood warriors below. Opening her mouth, she released another Death Dragon Breath, causing hundreds of Blood Priests to disintegrate once again.
Blood Absorption +11,000!
Blood Absorption…
Rivers of fresh blood surged into Orson’s inventory as he laughed in satisfaction, “This is amazing!”
Just from the previous round of blood harvesting, combined with the monsters he had already slain, the Phoenix Egg’s hatching progress surged past 10 million!
At this rate, a few more rounds and his God Beast would hatch!
Hillogu shouted angrily, “Why hasn’t the battle been decided yet? Fallen one! Do you wish to be erased by the great Light Dragon King?”
Winona remained silent, her eyes uncertain as she looked down at the battlefield, her fingers tightening around her staff.
“Blood Demon Magic: Howling Sawtooth!”
Winona grunted in anger, and three blood-encrusted sawtooth blades shot out, heading directly for Orson’s position.
Orson casually dealt with one of the guards, turning his attention to the incoming Blood Demon Magic, his face unperturbed.
The blood blades screamed through the air, but after traveling a short distance, they began to plummet uncontrollably, eventually losing their magical guidance and falling into the area ahead of Orson.
“Nice, decent range—seven to eight kilometers, quite impressive for a King Boss.”
Orson nodded solemnly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, adding, “This level of power is comparable to when I first left the newbie village.”
“Blood Demon Magic: Flesh Creation!”
Ghost King’s face darkened, raising her hand and casting an A-tier supportive Blood Demon Magic to enhance the ongoing power of the Blood Clan.
The health of the Blood Clan army doubled, causing Orson to frown.
It wasn’t that he was worried the blood warriors would be too strong to kill, but the Ghost King’s mana had also decreased by quite a bit. He feared this might affect her future use of King’s Authority.
Orson, being the thoughtful and empathetic person that he was, considered this carefully.
“My suggestion is that you stop disturbing me while I farm.” Orson said indifferently.
“Blood Demon Magic: Darkspawn Armor!”
Ghost King didn’t respond to his suggestion, once again casting another spell, reducing her mana further as Blood Warriors gained magical armor.
“Blood Magic…”
Ghost King stepped onto the Hexagram Star and began another incantation.
Orson sighed in frustration. Summoner-type bosses were not only skilled at summoning units but also at stacking various buffs on their summons.
At this rate, he feared Ghost King might drain him dry.
“Woman, why won’t you listen?”
Orson frowned. “Why is Ghost King so stubborn? Why won’t you just give it a rest?”
“The fallen body’s duration: 3 seconds, 2 seconds…”
Orson muttered to himself, using Mirror of Folding to observe Ghost King’s status and calculating the remaining time of Body Domination.
Then, with a snap of his fingers, Supreme Arcane Blade hovered before him, his hands forming a spell as he coldly uttered, “Awaken: Hurricane Spear!”
The wind element goddess materialized behind him, and Orson’s black hair whipped in the wind as he thrust his spear forward, crossing over ten kilometers toward Ghost King.
“Woo…woo…”
Ghost King, still a quasi-God-tier powerhouse, immediately sensed the trajectory of Hurricane Spear and instinctively shifted a few meters to the side.
For a brief moment, Ghost King hesitated, letting out a self-deprecating laugh, “When did I lose my confidence?”
As a former quasi-God-tier being, she was unable to reach such attack ranges. Yet here was a mere adventurer doing what she could not.
Ghost King stood still, arrogantly lifting her head. Even though she had been locked onto by Orson, she continued to chant her incantation, still holding her two staffs.
“Magic Eye!”
“Mirror of Folding!”
Orson’s gaze sharpened, and the Supreme Arcane Blade shifted slightly. The trajectory of Hurricane Spear adjusted, locking onto Ghost King once again.
The blood-red wings behind Ghost King bristled, sensing danger.
But Ghost King, ever defiant, refused to move. She stood in place, stubborn beyond measure.
“This boss is insane… No wonder Ursula and Lili want her dead so badly.”
Orson was stunned. He had never seen such a straightforward boss.
