The night was dark, with the wind howling and the shadows of trees stretching long. Another blood-soaked night of killing was about to begin.
"You have arrived at the Graveyard."
"Hazel's parents are being attacked! Please hurry and provide reinforcements!"
"Recommended: 60-player raid scale!"
The notification sounded, and Orson stood on top of a dog-headed mount, gazing into the distance. Magic energy ripples could be felt miles away.
Drunken Dream: "Should we wait for them? Crazy Handsome is private messaging me, asking where we are."
Orson scoffed and said, "Why wait for them? They'll just come over to get a piece of the loot from us again."
Drunken Dream, still being held in the claw of the mount, awkwardly stuck his head out and forced a smile. "That may be true, but completing such a high-difficulty task might require some cooperation. Using each other might be the best option."
Orson nodded, appreciating the young man's newfound awareness. He maneuvered his Crimson Lizard King to land on a high ground and muttered to himself, "If we're talking about mutual use... I think it's better for me to use you."
"What do you mean, use me?" Drunken Dream was startled, feeling uneasy.
"Get your health back up, I'll be waiting for my skill cooldown," Orson ordered, already feeling pleased with this young mount's ability.
Drunken Dream scratched his head awkwardly. He had to admit that he was utterly impressed by Orson's way of handling things. That one wave of infinite pointer skills earlier had surpassed all the professional training he'd paid for before.
"All good now? I'd suggest you bring a lot of potions." Orson smiled at him.
Drunken Dream: "You need me on the front lines, and you'll do the damage?"
"Something like that. Your mission is to clear the vision."
Drunken Dream nodded, still somewhat confused.
"Get ready to start." Orson waved his hand, and Crimson Lizard King walked in front of Drunken Dream, breathing heavily and glaring at him with murderous intent.
Drunken Dream's scalp tingled, feeling like a toy in the claws of this beast. Not a pleasant sensation.
"Fly, my friend! Conquer the skies of Infinite Dimensions!" Orson declared, saluting like a standard Rank studio salute.
"I'll take it slow..." Drunken Dream tried to protest, but before he could finish his sentence, Crimson Lizard King slapped him hard, yanking him up into the air once again.
Drunken Dream: "Can your mount stop tossing me around ? I feel like I'm being used as a ragdoll."
"That's beyond my control. Looks like it really likes you," Orson said with a smile, watching the scene with what seemed like a fatherly gaze.
Drunken Dream: "Are you sure? It's using its teeth to nuzzle my head. What does that mean?"
"Well... maybe it's just showing affection in its own way." Orson chuckled awkwardly, repeatedly issuing commands to suppress Crimson Lizard King's bloodlust.
The two of them soared into the air above the battlefield. Below them, a fierce battle raged. Elemental light rings exploded, and the trees surrounding the Graveyard were set on fire. Cries of battle echoed, as NPCs dressed in the Xien Family attire fell to the ground.
"Attacking the core members of the Platinum Family, you'll die for this!" one enraged mage shouted, wearing a special badge representing the imperial Platinum Family.
"Hmph, you're just a clan leader candidate who didn't make it. Dying at Graveyard is your destiny!" A black-robed warrior sneered, swinging his massive sword, cutting down several of the Xien Family guards with one blow.
The blade's residual force slashed at the lone mage, but suddenly, a woman, resembling Hazel but more mature and filled out, stepped forward.
Her body radiated powerful light magic. She cast healing spells, shielding the mage from harm. The sword's blade ricocheted off her barrier, but before it could hit, a massive black wolf barreled in, with its rider blocking the attack with a large shield.
"The Platinum Family is nothing."
"Defy the Emperor's bloodline, and you'll pay with blood!"
"Even the Court of Judgment can't save you now. Give up!"
Over twenty powerful attackers appeared, surrounding Hazel's parents.
"Are you in position?" Orson sent a private message to Drunken Dream.
"I'm in position, but there are too many enemies. At least four Lord-Class NPCs here. Should we call for backup?" Drunken Dream frowned.
"Okay, prepare the air drop!"
"Air drop... What are we dropping?"
Orson grinned and replied, "Of course, it's you."
Hearing this, Drunken Dream broke into a cold sweat. He forced a laugh and said, "You're kidding, right? At over a thousand meters up, I'm going to die if I fall, man!"
"With me around, you won't die," Orson said confidently.
Drunken Dream thought it was a joke, but the next moment, Crimson Lizard King dived straight down, cutting through the clouds. Orson released his grip and...
"Ahh! What the hell!"
Drunken Dream's mind went blank as he fell freely, flailing his arms in the air.
In that moment, he regretted ever playing this game. Why did he have to get this ridiculous vision when the game pod connected with his neurons? Why did he trust this beast!?
As he was about to crash, a mirror appeared 200 meters from the ground.
Orson's vision split into two sections as he prepared to launch his skill from extreme range.
The difficulty of this maneuver required perfect skill proficiency and accuracy. If even the slightest mistake occurred, Drunken Dream would be reduced to a puddle of blood.
Two Sun Shields appeared under Drunken Dream's falling body, slowing his descent.
The last skill, usually used for damage, was manipulated by Orson into a support effect, using a gust of wind to send Drunken Dream flying back up.
"That... that didn't kill me, I can't believe it!" Drunken Dream exclaimed, in total disbelief. Using the updraft, he managed to roll and land safely.
He immediately checked his minimap and saw that he was still over 4.2 kilometers away from Orson. He couldn't believe that Orson's spell had kept him alive from such a distance.
This game can be played ?
Drunken Dream swallowed hard. He couldn't even begin to describe how outrageous that was. The praise for the Three-Crown King could only go higher from here.
In the earlier battle for the fort, that man hadn't even used all his power.
"Thanks for helping us, adventurer, but this is not a place for you. Leave immediately!" Hazel's father, an NPC, spoke in a dignified manner.
"Future Dragon Rider, potential not bad. Too bad you picked the wrong faction. Time to die!"
The black-robed warrior revealed his true form — Dragon Grand.
Before Drunken Dream could react, all the Lord-Class NPCs locked onto him, focusing their attacks on him.
"Pull the mobs, I'll test the skill. If you can't take it, focus on the Mirror of Folding, I'll pull you back," Orson calmly instructed.
Dragon Grand, wielding a massive sword, charged in with several rogue NPCs at his back. The others continued attacking Hazel's parents, pushing them back step by step.
Hazel's parents were overwhelmed. Even though their levels weren't low, they were fragile mages unable to withstand the onslaught.
"Not Godslayer's body!"
Drunken Dream clenched his fists, his body radiating divine light.
He was hit by numerous skills, but his divine body endured, significantly reducing the damage, allowing him to briefly hold out against the concentrated attacks.
"I'm not going to hold up much longer!" Drunken Dream gritted his teeth. The damage was overwhelming. Just as his Divine Body Buff expired, he dropped over 10,000 HP in an instant.
The Mirror of Folding twisted, expanding several times its size, locking onto Dragon Grand and Hazel's parents.
"You're... killing your own allies?" Drunken Dream gasped in shock.
Orson's voice was cold, "What, does a horse get fat without eating some night grass?"
Drunken Dream was utterly stunned. What kind of morals did you need to pull off this kind of action?
"Enter the Mirror of Folding and return." Orson instructed.
Drunken Dream looked at Hazel's parents, then gritted his teeth and jumped into the mirror, vanishing.
"Is this... the Forbidden Artifact of the God Emperor?" Dragon Grand trembled, his face full of horror.
"Brahma's Divine Flame." Orson's cold voice rang out.
At nearly four kilometers' range, he fired the shot directly through his Magic Eye.
A terrifying wave of destruction burst forth from the Elven Diamond, lighting up a two-kilometer radius over the Graveyard!
NPC froze in place, looking up at the sky in terror!
It looked like a miniature sun in the night sky!
The Brahma's Divine Flame exploded, with countless flaming meteors charging out at five times the speed, scattering across the battlefield.
It was a true Meteor Shower — a divine flame capable of dispersing all darkness and evil!