“Sh*t… the Dragon King really showed up?” Madman swallowed hard.
“Uh… so this is our target, huh? What am I supposed to say?”
Bradley’s face was frozen in place. They had already pushed themselves to the limit to kill two Purple-Gold Dragon Riders in such a short time. That alone was enough to shock the entire Infinite Dimensions world.
But now, standing before them was the real nightmare—the Purple-Gold Dragon King, level 110, with a staggering 1.2 billion HP. Compared to him, those two Riders were just pond frogs facing a thunder god.
Drunken Dream muttered, “My friends, I don’t even need to fight to know I’m going to die today.”
All eyes turned to Orson.
“This time… I’m stepping in,” Orson said calmly, voice like still water.
Madman let out a weird laugh. “Hell yeah, let’s kill this bastard. That chick looked hot—maybe we can get her as an NPC partner?”
Stewart shouted, “Kill the Dragon King!!”
Just five words, but they hit harder than any buff, surging through everyone’s blood like wildfire.
The Archmage of Infinite Dimensions was joining the fight.
What was there to fear?
Blank’s lips curled slightly. “So we do have a mage in this party. I thought you’d disconnected.”
Orson had faced dragons before, long before the Crimson Lizard King absorbed the Heart of Draconis. He’d provoked a multi-faction dragon war and even used the Divine Furnace to slay the Golden Dragon King, Soros.
“If I don’t leave room for you all to grow, you’ll never get stronger,” Orson said, a trace of amusement in his eyes. “Same rules as always—show me your best. I’ll take care of the rest.”
This wasn’t just a battle against a dragon.
This was the start of an empire-wide reckoning.
Light Dragon Empire would tremble.
The entire Infinite Dimensions player base would rise because of his presence.
Under the crimson sun, exotic blooms filled the garden. The Dragon King’s aura surged outward like a tidal wave.
Daloré stood tall with flowing violet hair, a monument of raw power and unshakable dominance.
His voice rumbled, calm and heavy:
“Do you know why we are called gods of the sky?”
“Do you hear the wailing of billions beneath my throne?”
He paused, then suddenly stiffened.
His gaze locked onto the Crimson Lizard King. For the first time, fear flickered in those ancient eyes. A flicker of disbelief.
“You… you dare mock my people?”
“You mean the ones my kind used to feed on?” the Crimson Lizard King said coldly, red eyes burning with killing intent.
“Sky gods? You’re just traitors with wings. What you stole…
We’re here to take it back.”
Her words dropped like blades, cutting through centuries of myth.
Death energy surged across the Garden of Ten Thousand Flowers like an ocean wave crashing down from the underworld itself.
Bradley’s scalp went numb. He let out a wild war cry.
Stewart screamed, “Godslayer’s top beast is here! What the hell are we waiting for?! LET’S GO!!”
Denoka, Drunken Dream’s mount, roared in fury.
Among the four noble dragon clans, the Holy Light Dragons had once given birth to the Dragon God Emperor.
But since his fall, the other three clans had vied for power, corrupting the empire from the inside.
To Denoka, a proud Holy Silver Dragon, they were no different from the corrupted dark-blooded dragons—
All heretics. All must be purged.
“Princess Cassandra…” Daloré hesitated.
Cassandra lifted her hand, silencing him. “No need for speeches, Elder. Just kill them. If Baron doesn’t know his place, he can die here.”
Daloré opened his mouth, paused.
The presence of the Crimson Lizard King was disturbing him.
Soros was dead. Velorith had been nearly crippled.
But his pride wouldn’t let him run. Not like Tulikiki, who had fled in shame.
“I’ll handle this. Go fulfill your destiny,” Daloré said.
“You’re no match for her?” Cassandra was stunned, looking at the girl-like Lizard King in disbelief.
“She carries Primordial Ancestor blood,” Daloré said quietly. “If she becomes the next Dragon Sovereign, she’ll be the strongest of us all.”
“Then kill her master. He’s just a puny adventurer. With him gone, she’ll fall,” Cassandra insisted.
Daloré shook his head and gave her a scroll. “Then go. The empire’s future rests on your shoulders.”
Cassandra bit her lip, nodded grimly, then mounted her horse and vanished into the palace’s depths.
Madman tried to go after her, but Orson blocked him.
“Focus. One mistake and we’re all dead.”
Even if the Crimson Lizard King countered him naturally, Daloré was a battle-hardened monarch, not to be underestimated.
“But—” Madman protested.
“She won’t get far.”
Orson’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Dragon King.
“I respect your strength, Baron,” Daloré said solemnly. “But I won’t back down.”
The ground cracked under his feet, purple crystal fragments erupting around him.
In one hand, he conjured a massive amethyst battle axe, six meters long.
Dragon might radiated in all directions.
“Come. Let me shed the last drop of my blood.”
With a roar, Daloré leapt high into the air—
Dragon Curse: Heaven-Cleaving Axe!
The very sky seemed to tear as he brought down his weapon.
“Drunken Dream!” Orson barked.
“On it!”
Drunken Dream shot forward on Denoka’s back.
Lilith followed, chanting softly:
“Sanctuary of Grace.”
A blinding white light surrounded him.
S-rank shielding spell. The amount of HP he had became a one-to-one barrier.
“Dragon Knight Technique—Starfall Shatter!”
With no hesitation, Drunken Dream launched an S-rank counter technique.
His spear clashed with Daloré’s monstrous axe.
BOOM!
Overwhelming collision.
Over-limit block: -50k!
Over-limit block: -60k!
Shield shattered. Damage reduction halved!
Over-limit block: -120k!
Explosions rocked the battlefield.
In just two seconds, Drunken Dream was on the defensive. His barrier was crumbling fast.
Critical hit: -300k!
Over-limit block: -150k!
Daloré’s axe smashed into his shoulder, launching him off Denoka’s saddle.
He hit the ground hard, blood spraying into the air.
Half his HP gone in a blink.
Bradley and the others stood frozen, cold sweat pouring down their backs.
“This guy’s got over a million HP…
And he just got wrecked like a noob.”