Chapter 293: The Fallen Lord Lucas of the Second Tier

Just as the Demon Slayer Continent and Claymore Island collided,

Orochimaru had already arrived at the lair of the Dragonkin, located in the central area at the lowest level of the Sky Tower.

Originally,

this place was extremely desolate, occupied by scattered monsters, Magic armor, and Giants that had wandered out from areas like the Dark Corridor and the Stone Giant Tower.

It was not until the Dragonkin gained intelligence that those creatures were all driven away.

Only the Dragonkin remained, along with their magnificent palace.

Boom.

The violently burning flames instantly engulfed the Skeleton Sea.

Large swaths of skeletons were burned to ash by the high temperature, and flames, thick as a river, poured out.

"Damn it."

Orochimaru, his necromancer robe tattered, escaped the area covered by the flames,

his gaze cold and gloomy; his anger and heartache were undisguised, and intense malice was released.

He had not expected that the 【Dragon Head Sculpture】 near the Dragonkin Great Hall could actually spew high-temperature magical flames.

Although the Skeleton Sea summoned by his skill could provide him with undead creatures, they were all the lowest-level skeletons and corpses,

and most of the undead that were damaged were Elite undead he had raised by spending countless Reward Points and investing in materials.

What pained him most was a Commander Level undead snake,

which he had been cultivating as a clone of a Necrotic Curse Snake, pouring in countless precious undead materials.

It, too, had turned to ash in the flames just now.

Undead were inherently afraid of fire, and this was almost a fatal blow to him.

"Very good."

Tsunade and the others clenched their fists, smiles appearing at the corners of their mouths.

If Orochimaru were to truly conquer another Lord-level map, the Fire Empire would indeed have a trend toward unifying the ninja world.

Fortunately, there was still a turning point.

"Itachi-san, I didn't expect you to care so much about that snake."

On the plaza of Dark City, one of two figures draped in black robes, the slightly taller one, looked at their companion who had stopped in their tracks.

Itachi Uchiha was silent for a long time, then sighed: "The Orochimaru of the past was defeated by my eyes that could see through the fate of the future."

"Although he was one of the Legendary Sannin, his capacity could not contain his ambition."

But the Samsara Game completely changed fate, causing his eyes to be unable to continue peeking into the future.

Sasuke had completely escaped his control,

and so had Orochimaru, who had relied on the power of the Samsara Game to break through his original fate, becoming someone even he could not see through.

"Kisame, after clearing this area, I need to rest for a period of time."

During this time,

he and Kisame had been working diligently for the Akatsuki, and they had also gathered some information regarding the Akatsuki's alliance, 【Dawn】.

Orochimaru was eyeing them covetously again, his heart set on Konoha.

It was time to return to Konoha, to burn the last of his own light as a sinner, and to protect Konoha and the Will of Fire.

In the Dragonkin Great Hall,

countless Dragonkin knelt on the ground, piously kowtowing toward their Leader in the center.

Unlike ordinary Dragonkin, the Dragonkin Leader's body was extremely tall, with robust muscles covered in dense blue scales.

Around its chest hung a necklace, a crystal formed from the magic of the Sky Sea that looked like a gemstone.

A source of extremely pure Magic provided it with powerful strength.

"Despicable intruder, to dare to trespass into the territory of the Dragonkin—then you can only die!"

The Dragonkin Leader's throat rolled, emitting a sound like thunder.

Relying on the magic crystal on its chest, it could control all the nearby Dragon Head Sculptures, which had been fired over many years by the Dragonkin collecting soil infected by the magic of the Sky Sea.

They possessed powerful Magic.

It was just that,

the intruder's strength was stronger than imagined; the power of the Dragon Head Sculptures had not actually killed Orochimaru.

"Just right, let me personally twist the intruder's neck and hang it on the flag of the Dragonkin!"

A Steel Fork flickering with lightning was tightly gripped by the Dragonkin Leader, Lucas.

In a corner, an undead spider the size of a thumb took in the entire scene of the Dragonkin Great Hall.

【Fallen Lord Lucas (Lv. 22)】: The core Pollution Source of the Dragon Tower, controlling extremely powerful lightning, holding a Fallen Artifact of the Dragonkin.

"Ant."

Lucas glanced sideways, and a violent beam of lightning directly crushed the undead spider in the helmet.

"What a nuisance; lightning and fire are both the bane of a necromancer."

Hiding in the shadows, Orochimaru licked the corner of his mouth,

receiving the perspective captured by the undead spider and the lingering aura of death, he sighed at his terrible luck.

It seemed this would be a fierce battle.

Orochimaru's eyes flickered; he did not go directly to the Dragonkin Great Hall, but instead ran to the Dragonkin's camp first.

Rumble.

A moment later, a violent explosion of corpses occurred, and a thick aura of the undead soared into the sky.

The Dragonkin camp responsible for firing the Dragon Head Sculptures was destroyed by Orochimaru's Skeleton Sea army, with hundreds of Lv. 19 skeletons self-destructing, their power comparable to a small nuclear bomb.

Amidst the shaking earth and mountains, the Leader of the Dragonkin, Lucas, consumed by rage, had already charged over. "Vile intruder, slaughtering the camp of my Dragonkin, your sins are unforgivable; only lightning can wash them away!"

Several beams of lightning shot out from the fork-shaped Fallen Artifact, heading straight for Orochimaru, who was hiding in the shadows.

The rocks exploded.

Orochimaru, who had been masking his presence, dodged in a disheveled state and laughed eerily: "A robe that can hide one's presence, yet it couldn't deceive the senses of a Dragonkin. Is it smell, or some other ability?"

This Purple Quality robe, 【Hidden Robe】, could completely conceal one's own aura.

Even for Orochimaru, who carried a heavy scent of the undead, the effect was excellent after wearing it.

It was precisely by relying on this robe that he was able to constantly shuttle between the Konoha players and the Navy; he had not expected to be seen through by the Dragonkin Leader.

Should one say, as expected of a Second-tier Lord? "Die!"

Lucas let out a sharp dragon roar, the blue Dragon Scale all over his body burst open, and endless lightning spread to the surroundings, with an area stretching hundreds of meters filled with ring-shaped lightning arcs.

The countless skeletons summoned by Orochimaru all turned to ash under the lightning.

"Bad!"

Orochimaru frowned tightly and swung his Necromancer Staff directly; the bodies of the two Elite skeletons beside him exploded instantly, and the shattered bones condensed into a massive Bone Shield.

Death Bone Shield.

These two Elite skeletons were worth 5,000 Reward Points, and they lost their value after being turned into a Bone Shield.

But at a critical moment, if he failed to block the Dragonkin Leader's lightning ring, he might be killed directly by the follow-up combos.

There was simply no room for heartache or hesitation.

"Despicable intruder, is this all the weak strength you have?"

The Dragonkin Leader Lucas looked at the tiny figure struggling to defend, his gaze revealing violence and mockery.

The Sky Tower was originally a structure created by the Tyrannical Dragon King, whom the Revolutionary Army Leader had once seen, an apostle originating from 【Mo Jie】, for the purpose of blocking communication between the Heavenly Realm and Arad.

The monsters within were all guards for protection and slaughter.

They were inherently very tyrannical.

Now, because the Tyrannical Dragon King had been corrupted by forces, these monsters loyal to the Tyrannical Dragon King had become even more bloodthirsty and cruel.

Orochimaru, who had lost two Elite skeletons, suddenly began to laugh coldly, licking the air like a snake, and said: "Sure enough, race determines the wisdom and power of a life."

"Just like the Dragonkin, even if they shed the status of beasts, they are still stupid enough to make one laugh."

Wisps of necrotic aura emanated from Orochimaru's body.

Suddenly, the surrounding ground began to tremble, and the previously destroyed Dragonkin camp also emitted a necrotic aura.

It covered the battlefield like evaporating mist.

"Destroying the Dragonkin camp was to vent anger?"

Orochimaru's hoarse voice slowly drifted out from the necrotic mist: "That kind of stupid thought is the reason for your death."

To him, who identified as a researcher of life, failure was the norm.

He would never lose his mind because of failure, nor would he sneak attack the Dragonkin camp to vent anger just because he was burned by the Dragon Head Sculpture.

He was there to set up a Death Formation.

A formation capable of gathering necrotic aura, Purple Quality, which could significantly increase the four-dimensional attributes and the effects of necromancy-type skills.

"Necrotic Curse Snake!"

The skin burst open like a balloon, and a necrotic snake as massive as a mountain coiled in the center of the formation, its scales densely covered with carved incantations.

The mere aura alone made the frail, ordinary Dragonkin unable to move.

"Is this your trump card, intruder?"

Lucas was also shocked, the dragon claw holding the Fallen Artifact feeling slightly numb.

In its perception, the intruder before it, although barely able to exert Tier 2 strength, had a very weak life level and origin, maintaining the level of a FirstTierLife.

The difference between the two,

was like light cotton and steel; for the former to reach the hardness of the latter, it required a massive amount of cotton to be constantly compressed.

Therefore, Lucas had been fearless until just now, but now, Orochimaru's cotton-like FirstTierLife source, with the assistance of the Death Formation, could already be called massive.

Amidst the ruins,

Lucas was wrapped in lightning.

The Second-tier Lord skill 【Thunder Ring】 expanded, the blue lightning carrying scorching and paralyzing effects, surging with the momentum of divine punishment.

It leaped high and held the Thunder Fork, stabbing toward the massive, hissing snake head.

Death Breath.

The cold and deathly aura emerged from Orochimaru's cold golden pupils; it shook its head, smashed the incoming Lucas into the ground, then opened its bloody maw and spat out a stream of rotting, cold black mist, submerging Lucas within the deep pit in the ground.

Lucas, hit by the breath, had its body constantly dissolving, as if soaked in a strong acid solution; the Dragon Scale, hard enough to snap sword blades, gradually deformed, twisted, and finally turned into foul-smelling pus.

"Orochimaru, is he going to solo a Second-tier Lord Monster?"

Outside the scene,

the eyes of all the players watching the live stream widened.

They were all shocked by Orochimaru's strength and the strange and terrifying class intensity of the Necromancer.

One had to know that the previous several Lord Monsters were all successfully defeated only after major factions gathered five top-tier players to work together.

Even then, there had been several failures.

Yet Orochimaru was single-handedly about to kill a Lord Monster that had appeared in the Sky Sea.

The status of Orochimaru as the strongest player, which had never been fully acknowledged by all players, now began to be vaguely accepted by the players watching the live stream.

(End of chapter)