“Velorith, you treasonous cur! Your carcass will hang from Lightning Cliff as a mark of eternal disgrace!”
Bairinador shrieked, voice cracking with rage. The imperial nobles stood dumbfounded—no one had expected the Lightning Dragon King to defect.
Tulikiki stepped forward, voice calm. “Velorith, cease this madness. The Emperor and the Archbishop will forgive this impulsive act.”
“Spare me your sanctimonious drivel! You stood by while our kin were butchered—you’re the true shame of the dragon race!”
Velorith roared, lightning snapping across her form. Her hair rose like a storm surge, body surging into berserk mode.
“You have been branded a heretic of the Empire,” Aetrexa declared coldly.
“A dragon king doesn’t bow to mortal decrees.”
Velorith snarled and lunged at Aetrexa, blade of lightning crackling in hand.
Draconic Combat Art: Thunderflash Storm!
She moved like living thunder—blindingly fast, impossibly powerful. Lightning erupted in all directions. The chamber’s foundation groaned and fractured.
Aetrexa gritted her teeth and braced, her halberd meeting Velorith’s blade in an explosive clash. Though she was the divine’s favored and Velorith’s equal in tier, close-quarters against the lightning dragon king was a losing game.
One cleave sent her staggering, knee driven into the floor.
King’s Authority…
Aetrexa’s brows furrowed. She invoked her lawborn might. But just as she raised her gaze—
“Death’s Scorn.”
Crimson Lizard King’s voice echoed with necrotic weight. A death-charged aura burst across the hall, turning air into a choking fog. Divine or not, beneath death’s gaze, all were mere mortals.
“Dragons are a flawed creation—abandoned by the god of light,” Jenonis sneered at Velorith, his contempt dripping.
“I defended the Lightning Pillar for a thousand years, and this is how you repay us? What kind of divine emissary are you?!”
Velorith growled and glared upward. “The power you serve… dares to call itself a god?!”
“Blasphemous worm!”
Jenonis snapped. A sword of holy fire blazed into his grasp, and with quasi-divine fury, he slashed down.
The pressure alone made Velorith’s knees buckle. In that brief moment of distraction, Aetrexa struck—her spear punched through Velorith’s shoulder.
Jenonis’s blazing sword came crashing down. Velorith roared in pain, tried to morph into her draconic form—but failed.
Her body crumpled—one shoulder mangled.
Artifact: Blazing Sacred Sword.
Tulikiki’s expression darkened. That sword had been a gift to Jenonis, forged by a six-winged Seraph in the ancient wars—specifically designed to counter dragonkind.
The message was clear: Heaven’s Kingdom never trusted the dragons.
“You’ll die alongside that ignorant adventurer,” Jenonis whispered.
He slashed again. The radiant blade split the grand chamber in half, rending reality itself.
“Deathflame Breath!”
Crimson Lizard King let out a low snarl and launched a torrent of necrotic flame.
It met Jenonis’s divine strike mid-air—both detonated in a shockwave that leveled the hall.
“Her strength rivals the Archangel’s…?” the Hill Dwarf King muttered in disbelief.
“You sure about that, dwarf?”
Crimson Lizard King surged through the smoke, jaws open wide. Jenonis blocked just in time, but the impact hurled him back like a ragdoll.
Blocked. Blocked. Blocked…
Seeing the damage nullified, Orson swiftly switched to mage stance.
“Frost Halo!”
Icy mist spread outward, freezing motion. Even Jenonis, with sky-high resistance, faltered.
Crimson Lizard King flew behind him, blasting another necrotic breath.
True Damage – 22,000,000.
True Damage – 22,000,000.
The sword blocked most of the hit, but true damage didn’t care. Even a scratch meant hemorrhaging health at 2% per second.
“This is MY fight, Orgod!” Velorith shouted through gritted teeth.
“You’ve got guts. Maybe I’ll let you live,” Orson replied icily.
Velorith was reckless, maybe even unstable—but proud to the bone. Better to fight in fury than die on a leash.
“Help me! You traitors! Are you just going to abandon your Emperor!?”
Bairinador shrieked as Orson approached.
“Kill him!”
“Protect the Emperor!”
“Seal the fate of all traitors!”
Over a dozen king-tier entities launched forward like wolves unleashed.
Orson’s eyes narrowed. “I’m terrible with faces… but if you strike at me, I’ll remember every one of you.”
“You dare mock us, rodent?” the Hill Dwarf King roared.
“Your bark is louder than your boat.” scoffed the Merman King.
“Even the god of mercy won’t spare you—burn in holy fire!”
Sneers rang out. Alone, Orson and his dragon might have posed a threat. But this was the gathered royalty of Infinite Dimensions.
“Awakening: Boundless Tsunami!”
The sky cracked as a chaos sigil formed overhead. Oceanic waves crashed from every direction, threatening to wash away the dozen kings.
But they activated Body Domination simultaneously—negating the knockback effect.
A tide of king-tier auras surged upward, momentarily dimming the skies over the Light Dragon capital.
“Kill him! Kill the vermin!” Bairinador yelled, holding Hazel like a shield, grinning maniacally.
Power and magic coalesced into a storm. This wasn’t just a fight—it was a divine reckoning.
“Don’t worry about me…” Hazel sobbed, shaking her head at Orson.
He exhaled deeply, pulled on the skull mask.
“You’re my friend. And if the heavens themselves try to stop me… they’ll fall.”
Hill Dwarf Technique: Sky-Shattering Shield Crash!
Fire Elf Incantation: Flame Monarch!
Blood Vow Barbarian Skill: Savage Glory!
Magic and martial might merged in a blinding light. The heavens cracked.
“Wait—wasn’t this the world boss zone? Why’s it sounding like an apocalypse over there?”
“No way… is that another Forbidden Curse? Screw this game, I’m out!”
Back near the Blood Demon boss raid, players paused mid-combat, gawking toward the capital.
“Take cover!”
Crimson Lizard King opened her wings, shielding Orson. The barrage struck.
-390,000,000 Critical Hit!
She howled and crashed into the palace, blood gushing, wing shredded.
“ROARRRR!!!”
Still, she fought—lashing back with flaming vengeance.
“You can revive endlessly, Orgod. And I—Jenonis—will kill you endlessly!”
The Archangel floated above, cackling.
“God has judged you!” Bairinador shrieked, hiding behind Hazel. “And when I’m done with her, her soul will beg to be erased!”
Orson’s eyes went dead cold.
This idiot’s head… was his.
“You’ll lose this war, Baron.”
A cold voice sliced the air behind him—Ku’Jalai had arrived.
Crimson Lizard King was wounded, Velorith pinned. The perfect time for an execution.
“Forbidden Arts of the Spirit Tribe: Soulrend Abyss Slash.”
A black sigil spun from Ku’Jalai’s fingertip—sword-shaped light, aimed straight for Orson’s forehead.
Orson’s face froze.
This… this was a Forbidden Curse-tier assassination skill.