The Savage Mountains were vast and wild.
In the US battle zone, there were three battlefields, over a thousand guilds, and ninety-nine territories up for grabs. This was not just a battle—it was a bloodbath, a bloodied feast.
Who would claim the throne and become the king?
Who would dominate Infinite Dimensions?
At the center of the esports stadium, giant screens displayed the battle live, with a crowd of onlookers gathered in a small area. Orson and Sienna found a seat together.
“OMG! Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s Usher kills over a hundred enemies in less than an hour!”
“Just a six-man team, do they really plan to take down a guild-controlled stronghold?”
On the screen, Usher, holding a golden bow, looked like the legendary archer Hou Yi descending to the mortal world. He shot an arrow, and a magical light burst forth, sending the front-line tank players flying with immense force.
At a distance of a hundred meters, Usher managed to target the leader of the opposing guild within a mass of players.
-900!
Crit: -1800!
Crit: -1800!
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Four arrows in one second, a force to be reckoned with. He even killed the Viper guild leader in one shot!
“An S-class Saint Archer is incredible! I heard this hidden class is just as powerful as a dual S-class hidden class!”
“That attack speed is terrifying, it’s over 3.5! He not only knocked back a tank shield wall, but the arrows also have splash damage, hitting four mages and leaving them crippled!”
The commentators exchanged glances, clearly impressed, but this was expected. Usher had spent an entire day and immense resources creating a full set of level 15 legendary gear.
Dragon’s Kiss Guild was a powerhouse, backed by a top-tier financial conglomerate, and naturally, it had become the darling of the Infinite Dimensions official live broadcasts. The stream was mostly showing Dragon’s Kiss Guild attacking strongholds.
“Kill them!”
Usher’s expression was cold as he pointed at two advanced guilds under the Viper banner.
There were only six of them, but they had the ambition to conquer the world of Infinite Dimensions, supported by overwhelming strength!
“Death Hail!”
Ivy, clad in her hero armor, swung her blue magic staff. The six-pointed magic star shimmered with a cool blue glow.
A cold aura filled the air as a blast rang out. Ivy cast her B-class spell, Death Hail.
Hundreds of huge snowballs fell from the sky, immediately knocking down a large group of enemy players.
Skyslasher led a charge, breaking through the enemy lines with his cavalry tank. The two worked together in perfect coordination, their offensive power overwhelming Viper guild members like wheat being cut down.
“How are we supposed to fight this?!”
The Viper guild leader had just been revived by a priest and was immediately knocked down again, his teammates dropping like flies around him.
He wasn’t badly equipped either, with three pieces of hero-tier armor, but in terms of both skill and combat power, the six opponents easily crushed them.
“Retreat… retreat! We can’t take Dragon’s Breath Fort, damn it, they’re all top-tier god-level players!”
Other guilds, originally planning to target Dragon’s Breath Fort, saw the overwhelming strength of Dragon’s Kiss Guild and immediately changed course, attacking other strongholds instead.
“Usher and his six-man team have secured Dragon’s Breath Fort! Not a single soul dared to challenge them!”
“Spending 10,000 reputation points to build the outer wall was a smart move.”
“This is a stronghold that’s easy to defend, difficult to attack. Dragon’s Kiss Guild has thoroughly prepared, and no other guild will break in.”
“Yes, but clearly Usher’s ambitions don’t stop here. Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s other members are heading to the First Battlefield. The strategy guide shows that the First Battlefield has the most strategic value.”
Usher, dressed in brilliant silver legendary armor, stood proudly on top of the stronghold. With the influx of reputation points, the once barren land began to turn into a wooden city.
“I’ll leave this to you. Strategic Trickster, don’t disappoint me. I’ve got some scores to settle with Godslayer.” Usher spoke indifferently.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Anyone who dares approach will die,” Strategic Trickster responded confidently. The epic rank Soul Seal had boosted his power to the point where a single bow was enough to intimidate any guild trying to steal the stronghold.
The live stream cut to the First Battlefield!
Dragon Mountain stronghold, said to be the site of an ancient battle in Infinite Dimensions, was once ruled by a Dragon Emperor, giving it its name.
“Damn it! No matter how many I kill, there’s always more! How the hell are we supposed to win against this?!”
A voice cursed loudly, leaving the commentators stunned. The players watching the stream burst out laughing.
“Unbelievable, Money Traveler, the Light-Dark Swordmaster, killed 134 enemies—higher than Usher!” one commentator exclaimed.
“He’s so strong! A melee player managed to kill more enemies than a ranged one!”
In the chaos of Infinite Dimensions, front-line melee fighters were always the most disadvantaged profession. Their short reach made it hard to hit fragile enemy players, and they also had to absorb damage for the team.
But Light-Dark Swordmaster was different. With skills that extended further than most melee characters, his dual crit abilities made him a deadly threat even to tanky players.
Dragon Mountain stronghold was one of the three largest strongholds with the most resources, and Madman spared no expense in deploying his forces here.
Even Godslayer was turning heads, with Bradley leading the charge. Thanks to their top-tier gear, they wiped out two guilds in one hour and took control of the stronghold.
Meanwhile, the remaining lifestyle players, under Madman and Wild Gale’s leadership, tried to steal other strongholds to prevent Dragon Mountain from falling into enemy hands.
Money Traveler sat on a large rock, looking down at the crowded enemy forces. At least three guilds were closing in on him, and the pressure was mounting.
His Bloodthirsty Captain set was already stained red, its passive ability, Endless Bloodlust, increasing his lifesteal with every kill.
“Bro, don’t move, I can’t heal you anymore,” the priest called out.
Bradley stood up, evading the healing spell. He shot the priest an irritated look. “Hurry up with that curse, I’m going back in!”
The priest, clad in the hero set Orson had given him, looked formidable, but the goat next to him was puzzling.
“Okay, bro.”
The priest sighed, casually casting Healing on the goat, the green light shining brightly.
He then cursed Bradley with a healing debuff.
-999
He healed the goat again, cursing Bradley again, reducing his health further.
The goat, though seemingly ordinary, was actually a neutral creature the priest had picked up on the roadside. In Infinite Dimensions, neutral creatures had terrifying health, with over 300,000 health points, making them perfect “sacrificial” targets for triggering the Cursed King ability.
This strategy had been developed with Bradley: once the priest’s curses started to work, they could greatly reduce the chance of failure and keep Bradley alive for longer.
Once Bradley’s health dropped to 90%, other healers would top him off.
This allowed Bradley to cut through enemy lines without any trouble. He was a one-man army, no one could stop his devastating combat power.
“Iron Cavalry: Something’s wrong. These guilds aren’t fighting each other. They’ve joined forces, haven’t they?”
Below Dragon Mountain, three guilds had formed a 500-player medium-sized army, all of them glaring at Bradley.
“Damn it, this S-class is ridiculous. We’ve lost half our men. It’ll be ten minutes before we respawn.”
“Don’t panic! They’ve only got one Money Traveler to deal with. The rest are trash.”
“Orgod isn’t here either. This fake match organizer’s guild—everyone’s stepping on them.”
The enemy guilds had turned red with rage, seeing their massive losses in the battle. They hadn’t expected to lose so many men, especially with Orgod absent.
“Kill them! Godslayer must fall!”
The leader of the attacking army shouted as hundreds of tankers charged up the mountain, launching their final assault.
“Just you guys? Get out of my way!”
Bradley, his health restored, leaped from the rock, like a thunderstrike in the middle of the enemy formation. His twin blades were enchanted, and his killing spree was unstoppable.
“Stop showing off, you fool, I’m coming!”
Iron Cavalry yelled, charging with his guild members to support Bradley, doing their best to secure the entrance to the stronghold. Otherwise, the enemy’s numerical advantage would soon become overwhelming.
Bradley was slaughtering his way through enemies, with no one being able to stand against him. But he was also being focused by the enemy’s
backline DPS, and his health fluctuated dangerously.
“This is awesome!”
He consumed a Resistance Potion, feeling the pressure lessen. His blades fused together as he activated Great Sword Mode, standing still and absorbing health from every hit, like an immortal god of war.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot toward him. Bradley’s face turned pale as he tried to block it with his sword.
Clang! He was pushed back a few steps, but that golden arrow split into five midair, each one homing in on him.
-600
-600
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The split arrows caused 3,000 damage in total, sending Godslayer’s priests scrambling to heal him, nearly losing their strongest fighter to a single shot.
“Not good, Usher’s coming! Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s army is on its way!”
Bradley’s eyes narrowed as he saw a thousand-man army approaching in the distance.
“Dragon’s Kiss Guild!”
“Dragon’s Scale!”
“Dragon’s Soul!”
The names of five different guilds, all beginning with the word “Dragon”, were now part of Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s sprawling empire.
Usher, riding a black steed, looked like a demon lord descending upon the battlefield. He shouted, “Let Orson come out and fight!”