"Form an alliance... quickly, let's kill this demon!" One of the Holy Light Church NPCs shouted in anger, realizing the danger too late.
"The road to life is behind me," Orson said, taking a few steps back, not to retreat, but to block the door. He sneered, "But death is right before your eyes."
"Kill!"
"For the Light Dragon Empire!"
More than ten Lord-Class NPCs, realizing the threat, immediately sprang into action, unleashing a barrage of combat skills and magical lights like a tidal wave, crashing toward Orson.
"Is it a full-on assault for the Empire?" Orson sneered coldly.
Critical Hit -7000!
-2300
Critical Hit -5000!
...
Dozens of attacks clanged against Orson's War Supreme armor, but they barely made a dent. The strongest attack only reduced his health by around 5%.
"A great show, a great Light Dragon Empire," Orson mused, his smile bitter and filled with disdain, standing above the bloodthirsty, perverse prey like a predator from the top of the food chain.
