"I—Orgod swear!"
Orson suddenly turned and glared at Tulikiki, dark red energy surging into the sky.
He raised his arm and roared, the power of a godlike killing machine emanating from him. "Golden Dragon King, if you dare strike at , after I revive, I will lead the Godslayer army to sweep the entire continent. All dragons, all NPCs, you will perish! I swear to God!"
The Golden Dragon King furrowed his brows. His long, lean fingers continued to press downwards.
The destructive Heavenly Dragon Sword fell fiercely, creating a massive rift in the sky—space itself couldn't withstand the terrifying force of the strike!
"You damn bastard!"
Orson gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath. His energy surged once more. Even knowing he was facing certain death, with all his unsealed Artifacts about to drop, he had no regrets.
The revenge for Crimson Lizard King!
He would have it!
As the Heavenly Dragon Sword drew nearer, Orson's health started to plumt at an alarming rate—losing 100,000 HP per second. The overwhelming danger of this strike was clear.
Orson threw his head back and roared into the heavens, enduring the crushing pressure of a demigod. With unwavering determination, he unleashed a powerful attack:
"Damn you—Supre! Awakening... Demon Slayer Spear!"
Grevor's face turned pale as he muttered, "It's over!!"
The storm of blue sword energy sliced through the Golden Dragon King, shredding him into pieces, but it couldn't quell the raging fury in Orson's heart!
Crippling Hit - 2 million!
Crippling Hit - 2.7 million!
...
Buzz!
Golden Dragon King, Soros, had fallen!
"Your level has increased to 61!"
"Your level has increased to 62!"
"Your level..."
Orson's level continued to rise until it hit 71, an unimaginable amount of experience from a single boss kill—enough to equal months of grinding for top-tier players.
A vast array of treasures appeared before him, but Orson felt no joy.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he walked calmly over to the body of Crimson Lizard King.
He bent down, gently patting her almost vanished body three tis.
Orson whispered to himself, "Brother... ah, damn it."
"Unit One, your hatred toward the dragons, I'll bear it for you. From now on, Infinite Dinsions will have no dragons."
Orson slowly raised his head, looking at the Heavenly Dragon Sword, knowing this was his final strike. He had no power left to fight.
"With the Dragon of the Promise, all things are born.
With the Dragon of Wrath, all heavens are destroyed.
The Dragon Clan was created, as is the Death God Dragon Clan!"
Just as everything seed to settle, an eerie, boundless beast roar pierced the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Orson's pupils contracted sharply. The Heavenly Dragon Sword, glowing with divine light, cracked and exploded under the roar.
It shattered into a rain of light and vanished as though it had never existed.
"You seek to erase my bloodline, though I know you are the incarnations of gods or immortals, but I... am a god!"
The voice spoke in a language Orson could only half-understand, a language older than ti itself.
"Ancient Dragon God—Draconis."
The Golden Dragon King's hands trembled uncontrollably, his dragon blood boiling inside him. The soul fire of the dragon nearly snuffed out under the power of the voice.
This was the death mark hidden deep within the Dragon Clan's bloodline, a wail that only erged when their kind was consud by others.
"Atum? Draconis..."
Orson was stunned. This wasn't the first ti he had heard this na.
In US mythology, Atum was the god of creation, and through the Beastmaster Priest Borlog, Orson had learned that the strongest mbers of the Death God Dragon Clan were called Atum—the creator god.
Purple-Gold Dragon King: "This is impossible... The Dragon God is dead! Is this your trickery?"
In front of the Purple-Gold Dragon King stood a black-haired youth. His features were handso, his staff shattered in two, and though he appeared sowhat disheveled, his deanor exuded grace and elegance. He looked like a charming young noble.
"You're almost killing . We've both lived for a long ti, old bones like us don't have ti for high-level illusions."
Fla Fosset grinned, showing his signature lecherous smile.
He turned his gaze to the distant sky, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Impressive. That kid actually got his hands on the heart and soul of the Ancient Dragon God."
"He's the one from the prophecy. He doesn't belong to the present or the past!"
Tulikiki looked back at Orson, his murky eyes filled with surprise.
His bony arm lifted and fell, muttering to himself in disbelief, "He is the Destroyer who breaks all rules..."
"This ga company is about to go bankrupt, right? I just ca out of the newbie village, and now it feels like the apocalypse is upon us?"
"Such a huge godwolf... Oh my god! I feel like it's about to transform into a dragon!"
The unlucky players who had just erged from the newbie village looked up to see a Six-Eyed God Wolf holding a black gemstone in its mouth.
Its six eyes turned blood-red, and its body expanded at an exaggerated speed.
Dozens of sharp dragon horns sprouted from its head, golden dragon scales appeared on its body, and golden-red dragon wings sprouted from its sides.
However, the transformation was accompanied by a vague feeling. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that this was rely a manifestation of a high-level being's soul.
"Orgod, thank you for everything you've done for the Beastn."
The dragon-shaped giant wolf landed in front of Orson. Borlog's personality and body seed to have split.
A black dragon head erged from the massive wolf's head, and Orson was taken aback. He realized that this dragon head resembled Crimson Lizard King by at least seventy percent.
The dragon's eyes glared at him, its soul forcefully controlling Borlog's body, looking at the dragon kings scattered across the battlefield.
When its gaze fell upon the Holy Light Dragon King, it scoffed. " Dragon Egg, do you know my true na?"
Orson's mouth dropped open. He could almost fit ten dragon eggs in there. This dragon-shaped soul was calling the godlike dragon "Dragon Egg"?
The Holy Light Dragon King was stunned, and Orson imdiately raised his Supre Arcane Blade, preparing for a last-ditch struggle.
"Yes... Among the three Creation Dragon Gods, the ruler of death, Draconis the King."
Tulikiki trembled as he spoke, struggling to control the surging dragon blood within him.
Draconis: "Now you know. You can leave."
Orson and Grevor were stunned. Before they could react, the Holy Light Dragon King raised his hand and summoned a portal, quickly stepping into it. The portal closed with a swish.
He... just ran away like that?
Draconis lowered his head to look at the fallen Golden Dragon King and sneered. "A failure, nauseating."
He then controlled Borlog's head, directing it at the Golden Dragon's corpse...
Hah—spit!
The scene was bizarre, and Orson felt an electric shock run through his body, leaving him numb.
A godlike being with no manners, spitting on the ground? This was one of the Dragon Gods?
No wonder Crimson Lizard King had such a fiery temper. Turns out, her ancestors had the backing to act this arrogantly!
"Wait... who is this? They're even more arrogant than I am."
Orson froze in place as the dragon-shaped shadow turned its gaze toward him.
Draconis stared at him for a long ti before snarling, "You carry the scent of that treacherous BlazeKing."
Orson was stunned. How could the mighty US killing god be considered treacherous?
As he pondered, the shadow of Draconis grew larger once again. Borlog endured intense pain, blood spraying from his extraordinary wolf body, and his bones visibly cracking.
Borlog clenched a stone ball in his mouth, and it was only then that Orson noticed that this seemingly ordinary stone was covered in faint US symbols. The swirling tadpole-like characters flashed intermittently, releasing streaks of mist as they shimred.
The mist spread and solidified, making the shadow clearer.
Reviews
All reviews (0)