"Trying to scare me off by unleashing your strongest skills? Hoping I'd believe the battle's already lost? Clever plan, but sadly, I'm not so easily frightened."
Orson smiled coldly, his every word striking at Misius' nerves. The Wise Angel's expression twisted—his weakness had been exposed.
As a master of psychological warfare, Orson remained unshaken even under the jeers of millions. His motto: stay alert in victory, find weakness in defeat, and always think clearly in crisis. That mindset was what made him who he was.
In truth, the situation was even grimmer than Orson imagined. The four Wise Angels, the four Archdemons, and the entire Grey Watchers—these were all once players, granted law powers by the supreme gods. Forced soul descent into Infinite Dimensions came at a terrible cost. Once their divine law was depleted in battle, their parasitic existence would end. True death awaited them.
Misius made his decision in a flash: this man could not be allowed to destabilize Infinite Dimensions' balance. No matter who supported him, he had to be eliminated—now.
Without hesitation, Misius swung his sword, unleashing a storm of radiant energy like a celestial apocalypse. Countless divine sword beams rained down, each carrying murderous intent. Under his Holy Aegis Aura, anything below 100 million HP would be instantly executed.
With only 7 million HP remaining, Orson should've had no chance of survival.
Orson whispered the name softly—he'd finally listened to Bradley's advice and ditched Crimson Lizard King's silly nickname.
Wings unfurled, a deafening roar shook the heavens. Aeloria's excitement flooded into Orson's mind. She adored the new name.
To Orson, granting a name meant something had become irreplaceably special. His bond with his beast transcended ordinary companionship.
Their souls merged in perfect synchronization. In that instant, a beautiful woman seemed to grasp Orson's hand—a phantom as graceful as she was fierce. She whispered tenderly, "Aeloria will follow you until death."
Skill sharing initiated!
Before everyone's eyes, Orson's health bar shot up like a rocket—so fast most players couldn't even comprehend the numbers.
"Six… six hundred million HP? If that angel is a cheating NPC, then Orgod is basically a cheat-code emperor!"
"I knew it! That bastard wouldn't take on a Wise Angel unless he was absolutely sure of victory!"
The crowd gasped. The trolls in world chat went dead silent. Their faces darkened along with their hopes.
His health now exceeded the angel's instant-kill threshold.
Severing strike: -8 million!
Orson's right arm was sliced off at the shoulder, blood gushing—but he stayed steady, catching his Supreme Arcane Blade with his left hand midair.
"You cut 8 million HP in one swing. Not bad," Orson said calmly.
"Furious Dragon Slash!" Misius growled, unleashing another S-tier strike.
"Movement speed reduction: 88%."
The law's decay continued. Aeloria forced herself half a meter forward, shielding Orson.
Aeloria absorbed the hit, her skeletal blade glowing white-hot as she countered with Orson's skill, Grip of the Underworld.
Misius stiffened. Caught off-guard, he couldn't teleport in time and had to block.
Critical hit: -200,000!
The damage was minor—but the humiliation was immense.
"Did it work?!" the players gasped, incredulous.
Blank clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to look back. That bastard would never allow himself to lose. He always took advantage of others, never the other way around.
Misius smashed into rubble but quickly stood, suppressing his fear as his law continued to weaken.
"Even gods bleed," Orson mocked, eyes sharp as blades. "I might not beat you in a fair fight—but I can bleed you dry."
"You're just like BlazeKing—arrogant. No wonder he chose you," Misius hissed.
Orson sneered. "Be grateful I only resemble him. If BlazeKing himself stood here, you'd be dead already."
"Movement speed reduction: 87%."
The Spatial Ripple continued to erode.
"He was nothing but a pathetic loser!"
Misius roared, fully enraged. Dropping all restraint, he unleashed his full power.
Blinding divine radiance shot skyward, wave after wave of overwhelming attacks.
"Awakening: Eclipse of the Underworld!"
"Awakening: Judgment Flame!"
Orson's Supreme Soul Disc avatars unleashed wide-area AoEs in response.
Orson's hair whipped wildly as Aeloria shielded him with everything she had.
He roared: "If a god can bleed—a god can die!"
With masterful control, his Chaos Magic Balls darted through the spatial pathways, hammering Misius from every angle with quintupled speed.
Critical hit: -2.3 million!
Critical hit: -1.1 million!
Despite the relentless barrage, Misius absorbed most of it with ease. God-tier resilience made even disabling strikes rare.
Hovering and teleporting freely, Misius held the absolute advantage, leaving Orson struggling to land meaningful hits.
Still, Orson's will remained unbroken. Even trapped in this swamp of divine law, he adapted, using his Wind God's Sigh to hover and maneuver.
Misius grinned maniacally, unleashing skills so overwhelming they suffocated the spectators.
Three figures clashed midair, their collisions painting the sky with light.
Orson took a sword straight through the chest, vomiting blood—but his fighting spirit raged on. His counterstrike landed another lethal blow.
Movement speed reduction: 72%.
In just two minutes, the battle escalated into madness. Orson's HP fell to 200 million; Misius still held an intimidating 900 million.
Aeloria's HP, having shielded Orson repeatedly, was down to barely 100 million. The situation grew desperate.
"It's hopeless… This isn't something skill can overcome," a player whispered bitterly.
The power gap was enormous. Even with perfect play, dealing lethal damage inside the God Law zone was almost impossible.
"You cannot escape your fate!"
Misius teleported again, appearing behind Orson.
Aeloria gritted her teeth, swinging her blade desperately to intercept—but spatial swamp slowed her too much.
And then Misius smiled darkly. "Did you forget the fatal flaw of life-sharing skills?"
Orson's face paled. "No… Don't!"
Madman's expression froze. "Shit! Holy Aegis Aura kills anything under 100 million HP! If Aeloria dies, Orson dies with her!"
"Awakening: Infinite Tsunami!"
Orson reacted instantly, launching knockback and displacement skills to drive Misius back.
But just as they were about to connect, Misius revealed his trap.
Knockback: ineffective!
Displacement: ineffective!
10 seconds invulnerability!
Fire and tsunami crashed against the angel's glowing body, but he stood unshaken, elegant, untouchable.
Raising his elemental blade, Misius brought it down—straight toward Aeloria's exposed neck.