Traits:50% Fire Damage Reduction Burning Immunity
With 14,600 base attack power, a 31x critical hit multiplier, and true damage from [Chaos Chain], even Saint Lord-Class and King-Class bosses would be instantly annihilated.
Even the Fire Elental God's earthly avatar wouldn't possess such terrifying power!
"Perhaps it's best not to act recklessly… Ah, never mind. Do as you wish."
Veijander instinctively wanted to give the adventurer a bit of advice, but the words died in his throat the mont he saw Orson's god-like presence, radiating power that was almost divine in nature.
"Wind God's Sigh!"
Orson's Heavenly Fire Staff trembled in his grasp before he let it glide forward, guiding it with precise magical control. Like a drifting leaf, it floated gracefully toward the center of the molten lake.
This was the very spot where those elven warriors had perished in battle.
The mont Orson's feet touched the lake, the tallic lava surged upward, attempting to devour his legs whole.
Yet—
Burning Immunity!
Burning Immunity…
The hellish flas, which should have caused devastating percentage-based HP loss, suddenly parted on their own, refusing to consu him. Instead, they dispersed around him, as if repelled by an unseen force.
"Stop that adventurer! Kill him!"
From the depths of the battle, the Elven Prince roared in fury, his voice carrying both desperation and unyielding resolve. His silver hair was disheveled, his entire body drenched in blood, and his piercing eyes burned with a murderous glow.
A master of both sword and bow, he possessed strength far beyond ordinary mortals, standing at the pinnacle of Saint Lord-Class warriors.
Even in the face of the seemingly invincible Cursed Fiend, he had relied on peerless combat skills to hold his ground, having already carved off nearly 50 million HP from the monstrous foe through sheer effort.
"Foolish thief, you seek death!"
Trina's voice rang out, filled with rage.
But Orson simply let out a cold, indifferent smile. His Heavenly Fire Staff hovered beside him as he pressed his palms together and murmured:
"Earthquake!"
Magic: Dragon Curse – Activated!
The molten lake trembled violently, and from beneath Orson's feet, a colossal Earth Dragon surged upward, its form twisted and terrifying. The sheer force of its ergence tore apart the lava's surface, forcefully opening a square-shaped rift that led directly to the lakebed.
"Awakening: Grip of the Underworld!"
The Elven Prince reacted instantly, his sword gleaming with unparalleled sharpness. With a single upward swing, four brilliant white sword beams tore through the air, converging upon Orson from every direction.
"You're not the first NPC who's tried to kill . And you won't be the last," Orson said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute confidence.
Behind him, the silhouette of the Earth Elental God flickered into existence, its mighty arms raised high.
Then—
"Awakening: Grip of the Underworld!"
Magic: Enlargent – Triple Amplification!
A sky-piercing giant hand descended like divine retribution, instantly shattering the sword beams before continuing its path downward, crushing toward Trina with unstoppable force.
Trina's expression twisted in shock. She unfurled a pair of radiant wings, propelling herself backward at blinding speed.
Boom!
The Grip of the Underworld slamd into the lake, sending waves of searing molten tal surging into the sky, devouring everything in its wake.
"That damned thief… He wields such terrifying magic?!"
Trina was shaken to her core.
For the first ti, she began to look at Orson not as a re adventurer, but as a monster in human form.
But before she could finish her thought, Orson raised a single hand, grasping his staff with a slight tremor.
"The Fla Dragon!"
A towering dragon of fire materialized and ca crashing down from the sky with earth-shattering force.
Trina reacted instantly, her sword slicing through the air, unleashing waves of radiant sword energy to counter the flaming beast.
"Focusing on ? Big mistake."
Orson's lips curled into a smirk as a violent gust of wind suddenly swept through the battlefield.
Whisper of the Wind – Activated!
Trina's expression changed in an instant.
She spun around just in ti to see a barrage of Chaos Magic Balls hurtling toward her face at a blinding speed—and among them, a particularly deadly Explosive Fireball, carrying a knockback effect.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Critical Hit -42!
-14,000!
Critical Hit -410,000!
Burning -40,000!
The devastating critical damage ripped through her defenses, and in an instant, her HP plumted by nearly 2 million!
Her breath hitched, her curvaceous body trembling from the impact.
Desperate, she activated a Body Domination skill, causing a brilliant glow to radiate from her form as she forcibly broke free from the control effect.
Orson's voice remained calm, emotionless.
"One."
Trina barely had ti to process his words before she felt an overwhelming sense of death descending upon her.
Doom Dragon Breath!
A cataclysmic inferno engulfed her completely, launching her directly into the molten lake below.
"Your Highness!!"
Trina let out a desperate, panicked scream.
The living tal surged hungrily, wrapping around her like a beast devouring its prey. Each second, her HP was drained by devastating percentage-based Burning damage, her body being pulled deeper into the abyss.
"You damned dragon! I'll kill you!"
Trina roared in fury, forcing open her wings of light in a last-ditch effort to break free.
But in that mont—
"My Lord… DESCEND!"
A crimson glow burst forth.
The Crimson Lizard King's blood-red eyes snapped open, his overwhelming draconic aura suffocating the battlefield.
From his colossal body, countless celestial stars flickered, channeling the power of an S-tier fla magic.
Blazing teor Shower!
A barrage of flaming teors ca crashing down, rcilessly pumling Trina straight into the depths of the lakebed!
"Trina!!"
Aelon's eyes burned red with fury, his face contorted with rage. He bared his teeth, his entire body trembling as he tried to rush forward to save her.
But before he could act—
The Cursed Fiend lood over him, its shadow swallowing him whole.
Even Aelon, a warrior of Saint Lord-Class, was barely keeping himself alive under the boss's relentless assault.
"You… adventurer…!" Aelon's voice was hoarse with rage, his fury bordering on madness.
"You will suffer the harshest judgnt! I will tear you into a thousand pieces!"
Orson's eyes remained cold, sharp like a razor's edge.
As the molten tal began pulling him deeper, he gave one last look at the furious prince, his voice steady, unshaken.
"Go ahead. If you have the power to do so."
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