"You said it yourself, so don't bla ." Orson chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
With a proud expression, Orson raised a hand, and the wind whispered past his ears.
Attack speed maxed.
Puff puff—
The Chaos Magic Ball erupted in a series of explosions, shaking the entire withered tree forest. The air was filled with constant booming sounds.
-2700!
Critical Hit - 60,000!
Critical Hit - 60,000!
Orson beca a berserk artillery cannon, blasting the knights charging toward Karquil into the air, sending them flipping around.
"The Fla Dragon."
Orson's legendary staff emitted a fiery glow, and all the players who witnessed this scene were left speechless in awe.
"Wait, you're telling this is C-grade fire magic? There's no way a C-grade elental creature is that huge!"
"This guy... he's just... huge! And his shots go so far!"
"This is so weird, why's my face turning red? Is it because this guy's magic is too hot?"
On the hilltop, players crowded together, watching the scene unfold. The entire forest canyon felt like a Roman Colosseum, with constant exclamations from the onlookers.
"The feeling of being in the spotlight... It's been so long."
Orson laughed and shook his head. His originally weary gaze was now filled with a new sense of vigor. He was familiar with this sensation.
His body relaxed completely, and his mind was razor-sharp.
With his hands, he guided the flow of the elental tide.
He hadn't felt so free in a long ti—it was like returning to the days when he was the star player in the professional tournants.
Standing in the spotlight, his fingers danced nimbly. He would play the death march for his enemies.
Three overlord-level NPCs, each with millions of HP, hovered in the air.
Orson, from a hundred ters away, controlled their life and death, adjusting the flight angle of the Chaos Magic Ball to knock the NPCs into the air at will.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, able to spot every detail of their flight path. The magic ball moved with precision, not requiring any intentional direction—every movent was driven purely by his instinctive skill.
Combo x10!
Combo x30!
...
The three NPCs scread in pain, their bodies spinning in the air, but the onlookers could hardly believe what they were witnessing.
So of the more gifted players, having learned from the lee King video, were already capable of performing infinite combo chains, but even they could not have imagined doing it as smoothly as Orson was doing, effortlessly executing triple aerial combo chains.
"What… What kind of insane combo is this?!"
"Is that… a C-grade mage doing that? It feels like an SS-tier forbidden spell!"
In no ti, the NPCs were reduced to near-death status. Even among the elite players in the crowd, so were frozen in shock. This was a power beyond their wildest expectations.
After the double real damage effect ended, Orson's eyes glead with focus as he unleashed another area-of-effect spell: Wind God's Sigh.
A massive arrow from a lord-class archer shot at him in a last-ditch effort, but the explosion caused the entire forest to shake as the arrows went flying.
"Bad timing, his battle beast's reaction is too slow! Looks like it can't stop it!" one player shouted.
The NPC's attack power exceeded 3500, and combined with high-tier skills, they could easily take down a mage.
Orson sneered. This was a shield-breaking attack, but it required ti to activate. His best bet was simply to dodge.
"Fireball barrage." Orson casually cast the low-tier E-grade spell, his body sliding five ters across Crimson Lizard King's back.
However, a light arrow suddenly changed course and locked back onto him.
"Tracking skill?" Orson raised an eyebrow.
"Explosive Fireball!" he muttered.
The fireball exploded right near his chest, and the light arrow's trajectory shifted just enough to graze his clothes before smashing into the cliff wall.
"I'm impressed! What insane micro-control! It's like a dream co true!"
"One word! Aweso!"
The onlookers could hardly contain their admiration as the cliff wall erupted with a thunderous crash, creating a massive hole as stones rolled down.
Three unlucky players were crushed by the falling rocks, but no one seed to care. Their deaths were only noted by the spectators' awe at the chaos unfolding.
As the cooldowns reset, Orson looked back, his palm facing down. He pressed hard, shouting: "The Fla Dragon!"
The screams of the remaining three NPCs rang out as they were thrown into the air once again.
Orson, still unfazed, continued his basic attacks. Crimson Lizard King followed up with devastating breaths of destruction.
"The undying light of the gods… your people would sacrifice everything..."
Karquil, the Archbishop, began chanting a healing spell as he saw the NPCs nearing their end.
Orson imdiately recognized his intentions and smirked.
"You're thinking too much."
With a gleam in his eyes, Orson whispered, "Dragon Curse · Explosive teor!"
A series of fiery teors appeared behind Crimson Lizard King, cascading toward Karquil and the other NPCs like a tidal wave.
The magic's power multiplied fivefold under the influence of Dragon Curse!
The entire valley began to tremble as a spectacular display of elental chaos unfolded.
For the players witnessing this, it was an unforgettable mont!
This was a feast of fire for those who gathered to watch!
Boom!
Karquil's high-tier healing spell was forcefully interrupted mid-cast. Without the usual dramatic explosion, there was only the quiet spread of elents, and the vast, withered forest was set ablaze.
The professional reporter, known as SirLagsALot, watched in amazent. He didn't retreat but instead opened his arms excitedly.
"Orgod, burn a thousand tis! I'll treat you like my first love! From now on, I'm Godslayer's exclusive trumpet!"
The fiery winds roared as thousands of players disintegrated into ashes, their souls returning to the fountain of life.
Though they were killed, the players showed no signs of complaint. There was nothing but awe and respect.
The remaining three NPCs were reduced to dust by the dual fla storms.
Karquil, the great Archbishop, was the last one standing but barely held on, his HP reduced to just under 8 million.
"You are about to et your end. The gods will abandon you."
Karquil cursed bitterly, but Orson remained silent. The Chaos Hexagram glowed coldly.
He would give no quarter.
Anyone who stood against him would either be used or eliminated.
Orson's resolve was as unyielding as iron, for that was the heart of a trial taker in Infinite Dinsions.
"You have lost a loyal NPC friend with 80 affinity points."
"Red-robed Archbishop Karquil has been killed by player Orson."
"Saint's Hour can no longer be removed, cannot be activated."
"Your hidden quest series [The Empire's Saint Maiden] has been affected. You've lost Karquil's support, and your vote count has decreased by 1."
At that very mont, Wedge, who was leading a team to tackle the Abyss Dungeon's first completion, froze.
The smile on her exquisitely beautiful face vanished in an instant.
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