Death God Dragon Physique activated!
Effect: Instantly restores all injuries. Increases maximum HP by 50% for 10 minutes. Grants crowd-control immunity for 15 seconds. Cooldown: 40 minutes.
Compared to other King-tier dragon racial dominion skills, this one was far more brutal and straightforward—it didn’t boost defense or damage reduction, but it granted raw HP and immunity from all interruptions or debuffs.
However, the long cooldown meant it could only be used once in a high-intensity battle.
“You are now in Shared Life state!”
“HP greatly increased!”
“Max HP +820 million!”
The boost to Crimson Lizard King’s HP overflowed into Orson’s shared pool, instantly pushing his health bar beyond anything most bosses in Infinite Dimensions ever reached.
And that wasn’t even the scariest part.
“Super God-grade Divine Soul Seal: Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye has awakened!”
A notification chimed in his ear as Orson’s right eye shimmered with dazzling light. It locked onto Bairinador like the gaze of an angry god.
Divine Majesty.
An oppressive aura erupted from Orson’s body. At this moment, he wasn’t a player. He was the eye of the storm. He was the incarnation of a myth.
He was the rising God-Emperor of Infinite Dimensions.
“That’s… divine presence… an immortal main god’s aura… on a human!?”
Jenonis went pale, unable to fathom the suffocating pressure pressing down from Orson’s silhouette.
Soul Seal Passive: Divine Majesty.
Now with over 800 million HP, Orson’s chance to instantly execute a King, a War Supreme, or any elite NPC had risen from 0.0007%…
To a blood-curdling 0.8%!
One in every hundred and twenty-five attacks could potentially trigger god-slaying power.
“Do you know why adventurers fear me?”
With his back to the Archangel, Orson bared his white teeth in a ghostly grin.
“Because I descended into the cycle of death and rebirth for one reason—to slay gods and demons.”
“If I, a mere mortal, fall along the charge—”
“If my name is forgotten by time—”
“If my soul truly meets its end—”
“Then let me tell you—fucking remember this—”
“There will be thousands like me—millions of mortals, storming toward you in an endless tide!”
“With your heads, with your blood, we’ll prove that I, Orgod, was here!”
His voice cut through the heavens, his blade cleaving through the fear inside Archangel Jenonis. Even the divine being shivered at his declaration.
“Tidal Slash: Ninefold Barrage!”
“Demon Slayer Spear!”
“Nether Slash!”
Orson howled within the storm. The moment Bairinador laid hands on Hazel, the fire of madness exploded in him.
His Supreme Arcane Blade erupted in radiant arcs, his strikes cleaving through the Emperor’s legendary artifacts like they were wood.
He fought until his eyes were bloodshot.
He fought until every swing roared with thunder.
Then something changed.
In the midst of his fury, his mind didn’t drown—it cleared.
He remembered what Chaos Mother once told him:
Stats and numbers are illusions—shackles on a player’s wings.
Only by focusing absolutely—mind, body, soul—on that spark of instinct… could one touch the impossible.
And in that moment, he felt it.
Just five seconds.
Seventy-eight perfect strikes.
Then, like lightning across his mind, it came.
A flicker of something unnameable—but he grabbed it. Held it. Became it.
The feeling flowed through his palm, through his wrist, into his arm, chest, spine—his entire body.
This is it. This strike! This clarity!
“Divine Majesty—Activate!”
With a roar that shook the heavens, Orson raised his blade and slashed down—not with a grand attack, but with a simple, clean, basic strike.
Hazel’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth with her hand, barely breathing.
In that golden moment, sunlight kissed Orson’s cheek.
To her… he didn’t look like a man anymore.
He looked like a god born from fire and shadow.
“Is my adventurer… truly a god?” she whispered.
Confusion filled her heart. Emotions she couldn’t name swirled in her chest.
Whoosh—
Sword wind stopped.
Silence fell.
Bairinador looked down at his chest. His armor was undamaged. He grinned.
“Haha… hahahaha! My ultimate artifact protects me! You’re just an adventurer! I’ll lead my armies and—”
Thunk.
He stopped.
A droplet of crimson rolled from his fingertip, the tiny splash echoing in his soul like a hammer.
“Impossible! The artifact’s protection time hasn’t expired!”
Jenonis’ eyes filled with fear.
The moment he faltered, a bone sword plunged straight into his chest.
Crimson Lizard King sneered. “If gods truly walk this world across the ages—then my master is one of them.”
Jenonis froze.
The Archangel, immune to death, just stared—paralyzed.
Bairinador, stammering, tried to laugh again.
“I—I’m Bairinador, the great… Light Dragon Emperor… O-Augras… Bairinador the Se-Se-Seventh…”
His words failed. His eyes went red.
The artifact armor fell away. Disintegrated.
All that remained was a grotesque half-body, slumping backward on the throne, still wearing that twisted grin.
Whooosh—
A dazzling burst of light scattered across his corpse.
Berenice appeared in a flash. “Ohohoho! The mighty emperor, slain by a little pawn. Delightful!”
Zoom—
She didn’t wait for permission. With the speed of a hurricane, she looted every drop into her vault.
“You received: [Universal Gold Token] x1.”
“You received The Divine Item: [Blood of the Emperor] x1.”
“You received NPC Divine Item: [Godgiven Dominion] x1.”
“You received Artifact Necklace: [Alice’s Requiem]”
A fortune of loot landed in Orson’s pack.
He didn’t even flinch.
It wasn’t over yet.
Orson stepped forward with a cold voice. “This emperor’s corpse will hang from the walls of Forever City.”
“Regicide!”
The imperial marshal screamed in panic, snapping the court out of its shocked stupor.
“Emperor… the Emperor is dead!?”
Jenonis lost all composure. “Quick—revive him! We can still save him!”
A priest raised his staff. Several glowing white crosses appeared, heading toward Bairinador’s body.
Orson shook his head.
“I see no chance. The Book of Death says—this tyrant dies the moment he disgraced my friend.”
He raised his blade and fired.
Demon Slayer Spear roared with fury.
Fatal Blow: -13,000,000!
A single strike pierced the priest’s forehead. Blood sprayed like a fountain.
Revival—interrupted.
“Let the dead rest in peace.”
Orson murmured. He grabbed Bairinador by the filthy yellow hair and tore the emperor’s head from his shoulders.
Severed.
Unrevivable.
One of the core tricks for permanently killing a key NPC.
The room gasped in horror.
Their Emperor—slain, beheaded, and humiliated!
Orson gently held Hazel’s hand. His eyes swept the court.
“I’ll make sure every royal ghost in the Light Dragon Empire sees what their descendant became.”
“Tulikiki! As Dragon King, how can you allow this!?”
Jenonis, desperate, tried to pin the failure on him—afraid divine wrath might fall.
Tulikiki slowly raised his head.
“I see no emperor. Only a human corpse. A corpse cannot lead an empire.”
Orson blinked.
The old dragon’s face, worn with time, now showed a quiet relief.
WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT:
US Server: Major upheaval! Light Dragon Emperor Augras Bairinador has fallen!
WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT:
A legend begins! An anonymous player has done the impossible—slaying the Light Dragon Emperor with godlike might!
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