Chapter 481: 481: Crimson Lizard King Needs a New Na!
Bradley muttered under his breath, “Please don’t tell that woman is Orson’s terrifying dinosaur in disguise?”
“I need a forbidden love story that transcends species!” Madman cried out, his eyes locked on Crimson Lizard King. “Infinite Dinsions, hear my wish—let marry my mount!”
Crimson Lizard King had assud human form for the first ti, standing before the duo like a deadly goddess. She was stunning, srizing. Both n stared wide-eyed, Madman even willing to “lower his standards.”
“Damn…”
Orson thought he had no sha, but Madman had him beat by a galaxy.
“You think you’re worthy, foolish little insect?”
Crimson Lizard King looked at Madman with unfiltered contempt.
A chill ran down Madman’s spine. He swallowed hard and leaned toward Orson. “She’s not actually gonna kill , right?”
“She’s got no loyalty bar,” Orson replied, glaring. “She acts freely. You do the math.”
Madman let out a nervous chuckle and backed away, whispering, “It’s fine, feelings take ti. We’re busy now anyway… but next ti, I swear I’ll win your heart!”
He promptly hid behind Orson.
“What was that? Repeat yourself,”
Crimson Lizard King turned her gaze, now filled with bloodlust, toward Bradley.
Due to a certain soone’s lack of creativity, she had a mysterious obsession with nas—and took them very seriously.
Bradley quickly backed away, forcing an awkward smile. “We all know Orson’s naming skills are trash.”
“Back in Sword and Conquest, I asked him to na my account—dude just slamd the keyboard and gave a string of nonsense!”
Crimson Lizard King closed in, step by step. In a panic, Bradley blurted out, “Hey! Your na… it’s a bit rough. How about I give you one? Aeloria. Sounds elegant.”
She paused. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she repeated, “Aeloria…”
“Yes! Exactly! Aeloria—you’re elegance with an edge. Beautiful and powerful in equal asure!”
Bradley was sweating buckets, but his college-level vocabulary suddenly shined like never before.
Orson scoffed. “La. What’s wrong with Transport Tool No. 1? Says it all—number one in the world. The best.”
“So bold. So inspiring. Truly worthy of a guild leader,”
Blank chid in, her sarcasm so thick it dripped.
Everyone silently agreed: Crimson Lizard King, the undisputed top beast of Infinite Dinsions, wielding double King’s Authority, deserved way better than being called a glorified taxi.
“I’ve decided. I like that na.”
Crimson Lizard King gave Orson a cold, threatening stare.
Stewart nodded. “Yeah, calling our top guild beast ‘Transport Tool No. 1′ is kind of a disgrace. Ti to change it.”
Drunken Dream smirked. “Your naming sense is… less than a tenth of mine. Change it.”
Denoka, inspired by the earlier battle, looked betrayed—clearly he wasn’t thrilled with his own nickna either.
“Sorry, what’d you say? I think I lagged out just now.”
Orson froze mid-sentence, faking confusion with the grace of a third-rate actor. Everyone just sighed.
“Cut the crap. Focus up and crush those two knights,”
Orson snapped, regaining command.
These two seasoned Purple-Gold Dragon Riders were stronger than the ones seen during the mass guild battle at Pondenorlin City. Even with Stewart’s massive buffs, a six-man squad didn’t stand much chance—everyone but Orson knew it.
“They’ve lost flight. I’ve got three and a half minutes until the Purple-Gold Dragon King arrives,”
Orson grinned like a fox. “If they’re not down by then, I’m keeping all your loot.”
“Keeping?! You an stealing!”
Madman panicked. At this rate, Orson could “hold onto it” for a year or two.
“Damn it! Flightless dragon riders? Ti to flex!”
“Focus fire on Dragon Knight Kaelar—he has lower HP,” Blank ordered. “Mounts on the dragons. Drunken Dream, Flay’s yours!”
“Got it!”
With a roar, Denoka transford and soared upward with Drunken Dream and Lilith in tow, clashing head-on with Dragon Knight Flay.
Thanks to Orson’s passive title effects, the enemies couldn’t fly, weakening the riders’ combat effectiveness. Drunken Dream, with his high regen, could hold one off. The other three, mounted, were elite players—taking out one knight first was a solid strategy.
But Orson frowned at the tir. The plan was good—but ti was short. If the Purple-Gold Dragon King arrived first, it was ga over.
“Ants dare challenge ?” Kaelar sneered.
Dragon Rider Technique: Crystal Dragon Surge!
Kaelar’s spear flashed. A massive athyst serpent surged from it, rushing toward Blank and the others.
“Fire support!” Blank shouted. “Mage—cover!”
“Mage?”
She turned and found Orson casually sipping wine on the ground.
“The fight before the Dragon King arrives? That’s your trial,” Orson said with a grin, savoring his [Lucid Dream] wine.
“Are you kidding ? We’ve got four Saint Lords to kill in under four minutes!” Madman shouted.
“Can’t say unless you try.” Orson smirked.
“Bastard!” Madman cursed. One glance at the boss’s HP—over 100 million—made his head spin.
Orson just raised an eyebrow. “You talk big, but your DPS buffed still can’t beat Drunken Dream’s. Disgraceful.”
Boom!
In the sky, Drunken Dream and Denoka clashed violently with the riders. Elental explosions erupted as Denoka’s Holy Light breath collided with the enemy’s dragonfire—but the level gap was brutal.
Denoka shrieked as he took a massive hit to the torso, dragon blood raining from the sky.
Dragon Rider Technique: Ray of Destruction!
Drunken Dream narrowed his eyes. Bathed in radiant light, he drove his lance into Flay’s abdon.
Denoka twisted mid-air, dodging another blast—but got clipped again, wings torn by a searing breath. He spiraled downwards.
Lilith imdiately cast Eternal Light, healing Denoka’s wings as flesh regrew in seconds. Denoka flared his wings and hovered once again.
Watching the enemy’s breath cooldown, Drunken Dream saw his opening.
Holy Breath: Point-Blank Strike!
Crit -300,000!
Crippling Strike -1.4 million!
Silence!
Flay was stunned. With his skills locked, he and his dragon activated Body Domination, but—
“Money Traveler! Break that damn invincibility!” Drunken Dream barked.
“On it, brother!”
Bradley ca roaring in atop a chira.
Soul Seal: Bone Shatter!
Twin dragons ford between his hands, roaring with fury. In an instant, Body Domination was removed.
Bradley retreated just as fast.
“Death Bite! Take that dragon down!”
Drunken Dream commanded.
“I’m a Dragon King’s son! Heir to the Dragon Throne!”
Denoka shrieked with fury, his jaw clamping down on the enemy dragon’s wing. With a crocodilian death roll, he tore the beast through the sky.
Drunken Dream leapt skyward, holy light bursting around him, and slamd Flay off his saddle.
His expression cold and sharp, he unleashed a seamless combo—strike after strike after strike.
anwhile, Blank and Madman danced across Kaelar’s dragon back, slashing with blinding speed. Blood and venom soaked the dragon’s scales.
Kaelar roared, activating Body Domination and shrugging off the debuffs.
“Filthy insects—DIE!”
He flung deadly techniques at them both.
“Why is that fat bastard helping him but not us?! Break his Domination!” Madman scread.
“Shut it! Let chug so mana first!”
Bradley sat on the ground, guzzling blue potions while his chira tanked the dragon with all it had.
But the stat difference was enormous—even with three Domain-class pets, they’d only last seconds.
Blank frowned, noticing the tide turning. She turned back to Orson.
“This is a team fight! You’re a mage—DO sothing!”
She never saw the incoming blow. A dragon spear swept across her midsection—
Crit -130,000!
Blank didn’t even get a chance to react.
She was instantly killed.
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