Novel Full Chapter 662: Looks Like We’re All Gonna Die Here!
Chapter 662: 662: Looks Like We’re All Gonna Die Here!
Light Spirit King – Quasi-God Law:
Divine Benediction
Effect: Attacks pierce all physical matter. Ignores all physical defense and physical damage reduction.
Dark Spirit King – Quasi-God Law:
Dark Sacrament
Effect: Attacks pierce all magical matter. Ignores all magical defense and magical damage reduction.
The Dark Spirit King glided like a wraith, its dagger slicing through the Flame God’s magic shield and slashing a gaping wound nearly ten meters long across his neck.
The Light Spirit King, eyes icy with disdain, plunged his blade directly into both of the dragon’s eyes, sending blood spraying.
Magic Rebound!
Lethal Strike!
-390,000,000!
“Despicable… humans!!”
The Flame God howled as his health bar dropped by one-third, his body plummeting toward the ice.
“Despicable? Not quite. You’re just dumb. Every other Dragon Lord I’ve met runs the moment they see me.”
Orson smirked. If this had been Tulikiki or Rebellion, those old bastards would’ve vanished by now.
But this Flame Dragon King? Actually trying to stand his ground? Pathetic.
“You’ll regret this… I’ll chase you until the ends of creation!”
The Flame God shrieked, his massive frame squirming. Just as Orson stepped forward to finish him off, over thirty Stone Drakons rose from the ground.
Each one was level 120, Domain Master class, with 100 million HP.
Meanwhile, the Flame God’s body shrank significantly, and his stats dropped by 30%. Whatever majesty he had as a quasi-God was gone.
“That’s the Windflame Dragon Clan’s racial escape talent! Stop him—he’s trying to flee the instance!”
RagingTiger shouted in panic. If that old lizard got away, the rest of them were absolutely screwed. None of them were Orson—a monster who could casually solo a quasi-God Dragon King.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a teleport gate appeared in the sky. The Flame God shot toward it at top speed.
Quasi-God Law: Raging Tempest Barricade!
At the same time, he let out a venomous roar. A fiery wall erupted across the entire sky, descending rapidly from above. It came with three deadly effects: flight disabled, teleportation blocked, and relics sealed.
“We… we’re all gonna die in here, aren’t we?! This is a quasi-God Dragon King!!”
RagingTiger’s voice was filled with despair. In this instance, no one could leave unless the Dragon King allowed it.
“He’s out of mana!”
Hana Snow gasped, staring at Orson’s nearly empty mana bar as if it were her own health bar dropping.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
Just as hope flickered out, Orson’s eyes gleamed coldly.
His Archmage’s Necklace activated, instantly recharging his mana bar. One gesture, and Absolute Zero Prison froze all the Stone Drakons rushing forward.
He raised his Supreme Arcane Blade and sliced the air.
Battle Space: Activated.
King’s Authority!
Death’s Disdain!
A radiant, winged dragon phantom surged from the rift—its golden wings blinding, scales gleaming like razors, and eyes burning like twin suns.
A wave of deathly aura rolled over the battlefield. The descending firewall shattered instantly.
“You call yourself a Dragon God?”
Aeloria spoke in ancient draconic, her massive form soaring above the battlefield. She looked down at the escaping Flame God.
“Then what does that make me?”
“C-Creation… Creation Dragon God!”
Fear twisted across the Flame God’s draconic features. A primal terror surged from his bloodline—he scurried like a skinned worm, panic overtaking him.
Roar!!
Aeloria summoned a Blazing Meteor Shower, blocking his escape path. She dove with all her might, jaws clamping down on one of his wings as she engaged in brutal melee.
The Flame God twisted, unleashed a desperate breath attack, and slashed with his claws to fend her off.
Ancestral Awakening II!
Wisdom flashed in Aeloria’s eyes. Memories from eons past ignited. She weaved, dodged, and countered instinctively. Her claws, like blades of forged starlight, tore deeper into his wounded neck, shredding flesh like paper. Boiling dragon blood gushed across the sky.
“One Orgod is terrifying enough. And now his dragon is soloing a higher-tier quasi-God like it’s nothing!”
“My heart… can’t take this level of stress!”
Kimchi Age’s squad was on the verge of cardiac arrest. A full-on brawl—and the Dragon King was losing!
Aeloria, trained directly by her master, launched her Death Breath into the Flame God’s gaping wound. Even a quasi-God couldn’t handle the sheer power of her Dragon’s Kiss.
Burning Damage: -20,000,000 per second
Lethal Hit: -18,000,000!
…
“One step closer on the God path.”
Orson’s voice was calm and cold. His clones bombarded the area with Chaos Magic Balls to seal the deal.
With a final roar, the Flame Dragon King dropped dead on the spot.
Aeloria wasted no time—devouring the corpse in massive gulps. The scene was so gruesome Kimchi Age’s group couldn’t even think about betrayal anymore.
Skill Passive: Picky Eater activated!
Your battle pet [Aeloria] gains +30% to all stats!
Your battle pet [Aeloria] has advanced to Quasi-God tier!
Aeloria let out a thunderous roar, shaking the entire instance. She declared her dominance loud and clear.
Her scales began to molt, her size increasing yet again, her color deepening toward a rich dark gold. Another majestic roar echoed out.
“She’s the legendary Creation Dragon…”
Under her overwhelming presence, the remaining three dragons dropped flat to the ground, shaking, utterly submissive.
Orson opened Aeloria’s stat panel.
[Death God Dragon Clan · King of the Underworld · Descendant of Draconis]
Level: 110
Class: King-grade Battle Pet
HP: 1.6 billion
Attack: 130,000
Crit Rate: 100%
Skills: Death Breath, Death Body Domination, Ancestral Awakening II, Blazing Meteor Shower, Picky Eater, [Empty Slot], [Empty Slot], [Empty Slot]
Quasi-God Law 1: Unity of Mind and Body
Quasi-God Law 2: Death’s Disdain
Pretty impressive stat growth. 1.6 billion HP, and 130k attack. Aside from one new skill slot, not much else had changed, though.
But Orson wasn’t surprised. Quasi-God was a transitional rank—true transformation only happened upon reaching full Godhood.
Translation: the picky eater still needed to chow down.
One more evolution, and she’d become a lower-tier True God.
Reawakening the might of the Ancient Dragon Gods.
“…Not much loot? Seriously?”
Orson frowned. The Flame Dragon King dropped just over 20,000 gold and a few skill books.
For a notorious hoarder like this guy? It was suspiciously light.
“He definitely hid his stash somewhere.”
Orson muttered. No way someone that obsessed with treasure would only drop this junk.
“Well, this is good.”
He picked up a skill book from the pile.
S-tier Battle Pet Skill: Flame of the Dragon Apocalypse
The very Forbidden Curse the Flame God had been about to cast earlier.
Effect:
Consumes 100,000 mana + 30% max mana to summon dragonfire, dealing 10x–30x attack damage to all targets in range.
Applies irreversible Soulburn, detonates enemy mana for double damage, and prevents all recovery for 30 minutes.
Cooldown: 12 hours.
Orson blinked. That… could’ve killed him.
The raw damage wasn’t absurd for a dragon’s Forbidden Curse. But the Soulburn debuff? Brutal.
Good thing he’d stopped the cast in time. If that spell had detonated his mana bar, he’d have been a sitting duck for half an hour.
Wait—there’s more?
He picked up another book.
A rare wood-element Forbidden Curse: Rain of Life.
Grade: SS
Effect:
Blessed by the Goddess of Life.
Consumes 50,000 mana to summon a rain of healing energy.
Doubles the max HP of all friendly units in the area and restores 5% HP per second for 60 seconds.
Cooldown: 8 hours.
“…What the hell? This spell’s turning me into a healer now?”
Orson cursed under his breath.
To others, this was just a high-tier support spell. Buffs HP cap, heals every second—standard stuff for S-tier priests.
But the key was in the wording: “all friendly units.”
That meant pets. Enchanted vehicles. Anything.
Imagine this:
First, cast Death Body Domination on Aeloria to boost her HP.
Then, follow up with Rain of Life to double it again.
Finally, use Unity of Mind and Body to share life totals between them.
At that point?
Even without using his ultimate Soul Seal: Heaven’s Form, which was still on cooldown…
His Divine Majesty proc rate would skyrocket to absurd levels.
No hesitation.
He slotted Flame of the Dragon Apocalypse into Aeloria’s skills…
And then learned the SS-tier wood spell himself.