Two terrifying bolts of lightning intertwined, like two giant lightning serpents engaged in a deadly battle.
Velorith was a bit startled, realizing that in the clash of lightning magic, her opponent was no weaker than her. The two lightning serpents seed to disintegrate simultaneously.
"Bow down before my master, Orgod."
Veijander erged from a white light curtain, his black eyes gleaming with evil and cunning. The Dwarven Artifact in his hand, Thunderfire, trembled slightly. He had easily neutralized the Lightning Dragon King's deadly attack using the power of the artifact.
"Lightning Dragon King rejected Veijander's proposal."
King's Authority: Veijander's trading principle takes effect!
Lightning Dragon King Velorith's health drops by 80 million!
Lightning Dragon King Velorith's attack power drops by 7,000 points!
Orson grinned, "This is the tyranny of Veijander."
Normally, combat-type boss/NPCs' King's Authority would only activate when conditions were t during the battle. For example, the Hundredfold Gravity rule would only activate if a target was within a 1-kiloter radius of Golden Dragon King.
However, Veijander was a lifestyle-type NPC, and his King's Authority was incredibly tricky. It didn't require any specific conditions to activate. If the target didn't comply with his proposals, their attributes would drop for no reason.
Velorith, sowhat shocked, said, "You're the new Ashen King?"
"Incorrect. I am the Dwarven Emperor, Veijander!"
Veijander laughed wildly, his grey skin covered in runic magic patterns, and a pendant-like ornant appeared in his hand.
"Resurrect! The mineral veins buried in the soil."
The ground beneath them quivered, and a crystal vein composed of magical power rose from it. The ores fused, forming a light blue crystal flying dragon. This summoned creature was entirely transparent, with an elental aura, no offensive capabilities, but with a 90% magic immunity and the ability to fly.
It was a perfect solution to compensate for Veijander's lack of flying abilities.
Veijander, now powerful, looted the Ashen King Odin's mansion and gathered a large number of Dwarven artifacts. With the backing of the Dwarven Artifact Thunderfire, he could even make the Lightning Dragon King feel intimidated in battle.
Roar!!
Crimson Lizard King roared a warning as Soros was about to charge. Orson quickly looked up and shouted at Veijander, "Now's your chance!"
Veijander turned, reached out, and grabbed the iron chains on the backs of the ten The Fla Dragons, pulling them with force. The artifact they'd been pulling, the Dwarven Forge, was now brought forth!
These ten The Fla Dragons had been incredibly unlucky—born and imdiately bound by contracts to Iron Cavalry and forced to operate the Godslayer Guild's furnace. The guild had invested millions of gold coins just to hatch them.
As the Fla Dragons released their breath upon the furnace, the heat quickly climbed to its peak!
Veijander, seizing the right mont, suddenly shouted and lifted the furnace with his bare hands.
Burning -150,000!
Burning -250,000!
...
Even though the Grey Dwarves were known for their strong fire resistance, their hands were still burned by the intense heat, emitting smoke.
Then, he hurled the furnace at the incoming Golden Dragon King!
Veijander: "Turn everything to ashes!"
With a humming sound, the furnace in midair suddenly expanded a thousand tis its size, covering a vast portion of the sky!
The Golden Dragon King and Orson were both enveloped in the furnace's massive space.
Golden Dragon King's eyes widened in surprise: "The Dwarven legacy The divine item... It's from an endless fire domain where even gods cannot stay long!"
Across the battlefield, the sound of magical explosions faded. In Orson's eyes, the world grew unnaturally quiet, save for the odd sounds from the furnace's peak.
Countless white flas ford into fire dragons that roared through the air.
"Welco to my domain, Golden Dragon King Soros," Orson said calmly as he stored Crimson Lizard King back into his Battle Space.
Endless Burning -400,000!
Endless Burning -600,000!
...
The Golden Dragon King was covered in smoke, his golden scales creaking in agony. Even the The divine item was being used as a primary mold for forging in the face of this horrifying heat.
No matter how strong Golden Dragon King was, he couldn't escape this special fla's purifying process.
Not long ago, Orson had made his last attempt at forging a Supre Set. With Veijander's help, it had been determined that the furnace's temperature hadn't been high enough for a successful forge.
So, Orson and Crimson Lizard King worked together, constantly raising the temperature of the furnace until it exceeded its limit. The ancient fla barrier in the furnace activated, and massive amounts of white fire erged, expanding the furnace exponentially.
The entire Ashen Lands was imdiately engulfed by the furnace's high temperatures.
The Grey Dwarves, who had been celebrating their new king, died in an instant—completely annihilated.
Soros sneered, "You think you can trap with endless flas? Do you know how mighty my dragon body is? How fragile you mortals are?"
"Is that so?"
Orson smiled faintly, extending his hand toward a drifting white fla.
Soros recoiled, his heart pounding. The fla, capable of instantly devouring Lord-Class beings, landed softly on Orson's fingertips.
Burning Immunity!
Burning Immunity!
...
"This... this is..."
Soros stared in disbelief as the white fla danced on Orson's fingertips. Orson's body subtly glowed red, his skin becoming translucent, and the blood flowing through his veins was visible, shimring with radiant light.
In this realm of flas, Orson was undeniably the Avatar of the Fire God!
"Phoenix's Blood!" Soros murmured.
As the proud Golden Dragon King, Soros had only felt such terror once before—when he faced the Immortal Light Dragon King in his youth, before he reached the King realm.
"Let out," ca a low whisper.
Orson smiled as he replied, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."
Soros roared in fury, "Mortal, release ! Otherwise, the Golden Dragons will hunt you down for all eternity!"
A mass of white flas surged toward Soros, and the Burning process escalated rapidly. In just a few seconds, Soros' golden scales began to burn, turning pitch-black.
His health dropped by a staggering 30 million!
The Burning speed kept increasing as the flas gathered, pushing Soros' downfall ever closer!
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