Chapter 844: Deep Crimson Eye
【Deep Crimson Eye – Grimagoss】
Challenge Rating: 21
"Like you can see," Singo lowered his voice, speaking with hushed mystery, "this is a Legendary-level Boss."
"Based on Qiu Yu’s observations," Xia Ye Qiu Yu added, "every time this Home shifts position, the entire Weave of Magic within the restricted zone distorts. He moves like the eye of a storm—always at the heart of the Arcane Surge."
"Then this is truly Daitou," Steel Tide breathed, eyes gleaming with greed. To him, the figure wasn’t a monster—it was a mountain of gold, priceless magical equipment, and bloodline elixirs beyond measure.
Singo shot him a sidelong glance. "If it weren’t for our combined Strength being insufficient, I’d have soloed this boss already. What’s your problem?"
"Complaining over a kill credit? You’re lucky to even be here," he scoffed. "Be grateful for the chance."
Steel Tide’s inner fury flared, but he held his tongue—now wasn’t the time to explode. He grunted, "Enough talk. Let’s get to planning. This is a Legendary Boss."
Stuffed Bun’s lips twitched. The irony was unbearable. The man who’d just pulled a dirty trick to steal credit now acted like a hero. People really have no shame, he thought. No shame at all.
Fortunately, the Dragon-Scaled Cultivators were mostly elite veterans from the Mechanical Divinity faction. Singo and his three companions—including Stuffed Bun, who barely counted as a full-tier pro—were, in essence, three and a half of the best professional players in the world. Their tactical discipline and coordination were top-tier. Within minutes, they’d devised a solid strategy against the half-Red Dragon Sorcerer and completed all preparations.
Steel Tide was euphoric. "Twenty-five to one! We’ve got the advantage!"
Below, molten lava surged like the breath of ancient titans—deep, rumbling, relentless. Scorching air burst from fissures in the earth, whipping up thick clouds of sulfur smoke and warping the dim light deep within the cavern. The air was thick, suffocating—each breath felt like swallowing hot sand.
Swish—
At the heart of this boiling hell, atop a throne built from solidified magma and skeletons, a massive silhouette slowly rose.
This was Grimagoss—Kazul’s favored servant, the cataclysmic force that had claimed tens of thousands of Seleucus soldiers, their bodies reduced to ash beneath his flames and lava.
Grimagoss unfolded his dragon wings—nearly ten meters wide—his towering form radiating raw, destructive power. His humanoid frame had been brutally reshaped by draconic features: thick, scaled hide stretched over bone, a massive tail dragging behind him. Each swing cracked the air with a thunderous boom.
His head was terrifying—a distorted human face, elongated and covered in fine, glistening scales. His vertical pupils, molten gold, slowly opened, scanning the distant figures with cold, mocking contempt—like a god surveying ants that had wandered into a furnace.
His voice, a rasping growl, echoed through the molten cavern, sending shivers down every spine.
"Pathetic mortals."
"Kazul, His Majesty, shall become a true deity. And I shall ascend with Him—beyond the bounds of mortal existence!"
"How dare you appear before me at such a crucial moment?"
Steel Tide’s experience points surged, his voice trembling. "How did he find us? I gave everyone full invisibility and breath suppression spells."
Singo’s voice was grim. "Ambush plan’s失效. Switch to defense counterattack! Heavy Shield units—forward!"
"Bringing your own death," Grimagoss roared from hundreds of meters away, his chest cavity pulsing with compressed energy. Then—roar!—a torrent of annihilation erupted from his maw, blinding in its intensity.
Seven Dragon-Scaled Cultivators, each wielding a battle shield, stepped forward. Their shields were equipped with miniature Defense Energy Field Generators—designed to create a barrier of destructive energy to absorb incoming attacks.
"Hold the line!"
Emon, a Dragon-Scaled Cultivator, bellowed—but his voice was drowned beneath the roar of flames. He raised his great shield, its surface blazing with holy runes. Flanked by two warriors, the three shields linked together, forming an unbreakable wall.
These heavy-duty Dragon-Scaled Cultivators weren’t just warriors—they’d undergone transformation, many were high-tier Paladins, wielding Holy Vows and Divine Radiance. They were elite tanks.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu stepped back, her slender hands weaving complex gestures, casting layer upon layer of protective spells over the frontline.
But Grimagoss’s Dragon Breath was far more terrifying than anticipated. The crimson flood washed over them, and the energy fields shattered like glass—vanishing into nothing.
The impact slammed into the shields with impossible force. The super-alloy shields, enchanted and reinforced, groaned under the strain. Red light flared across their surfaces as the metal began to melt, edges dripping like wax. On the scorched ground, the molten metal hissed and sizzled.
Behind the shield, Emon was violently shoved backward. His heavy war boots carved deep furrows into the stone floor. His left arm, encased in armor, turned crimson-hot. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air. Pain shot through his nerves—so intense he ground his teeth.
They’d all enabled over 70% pain sync, he realized. For sharper senses. Faster reactions. But this—this was agony beyond endurance.
"Stop him from sustaining damage!" Steel Tide roared. "Suppress the long-range fire!"
In an instant, elemental arrows, arcane bolts, and bullets tore through the air—interweaving into a storm of destruction, raining down on Grimagoss.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Most attacks struck his thick, dark-red scales—sparking only faint embers, leaving shallow white marks like raindrops on stone.
A few cleverly aimed shots found gaps between the scales, but were deflected by a shimmering, heat-distorting field that shimmered like a mirage.
Grimagoss didn’t even move. His molten eyes scanned the futile attacks, and a deep, sulfurous chuckle rumbled from his throat. "How pitiful. Your offense is laughable."
Then—bang!—one arrow detonated mid-flight, releasing a thick plume of smoke that enveloped the half-dragon mage.
The real assault had begun.
The earlier barrage had been a feint—designed to lull him into complacency. Now, the Dragon-Scaled Cultivators fired specially engraved Dragon-Hunting Bullets, loaded with runes of destruction. The bullets flew true—aimed at the head, the heart, the most vulnerable spots.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The gunfire roared. And to everyone’s shock, the bullets pierced through the heat barrier. Scales shattered. Blood sprayed from dozens of wounds across Grimagoss’s body.
His terrifying form roared in fury, trembling violently from sheer rage.
"Lowly mortal! You seek death!"
From within the churning smoke, a massive, clawed hand—covered in dark-red scales—shot upward, gripping empty air. Not with physical force, but with will—distorting space itself, which screamed in protest.
The frenzied fire elemental energy in the cavern was violently sucked in, compressed, and violently collapsed. Then—crack!—six humanoid forms of pure, white-hot flame erupted from the rift.
Faceless, they were nothing but writhing, exploding cores of flame. Where they stepped, rock melted into red trails. They charged forward with mindless, annihilating fury, splitting off to attack the backlines—targeting the fragile spellcasters and ranged units.
"Guardianship—rear line!" Emon screamed, pain wracking his body. But another fire spirit, trailing a thermal surge, smashed through the warrior trying to block it—directly at Xia Ye Qiu Yu, who was mid-casting a powerful spell.
She was forced to break her concentration, dodging desperately to the side. A searing flame streaked past her Arcana Robe, scorching it to ash. The fabric curled and blackened instantly.
Though she carried Red Dragon bloodline, the fire emanating from Grimagoss carried a hint of Kazul’s essence—Annihilation Essence. It was nearly impossible to resist.
Chaos erupted.
The carefully organized formation was torn apart by six frenzied fire spirits. Roars, screams of pain, the sizzle of burning flesh, the crack of weapons striking spiritual bodies—all merged into a single, deafening storm.
Emon blocked a fire fist with his shield, every clash of holy light against flame making his arms numb. Smoke seeped from his armor’s cracks. His vision blurred.
Then—a flicker in the corner of his eye. The throne.
His heart sank. "Watch out! He’s coming!"
Grimagoss moved.
Despite his massive size, his speed was terrifying—like a siege engine charging forward. His powerful dragon legs exploded with force, driving him like a battering ram toward the heart of the formation.
His massive, dark-red wings snapped open—not to fly, but to unleash a crushing wave of compressed air and searing pressure, slamming down on the clustered players.
Two Dragon-Scaled Cultivators, unprepared, were smashed into the ground. Their shields were crushed into scrap metal.
Now!
Emon channeled his remaining life force, erupting in a blinding burst of All-Encompassing Holy Light Barrier. He roared, "Concentrate your fire!"
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes flared with crimson light. Space itself seemed to freeze. A violet-red energy field erupted around Grimagoss—sealing him in place, rendering him unable to move.
"It’s time!"
Singo’s expression was ecstatic. He pressed a single drop of molten dragon blood onto the crimson scales. The ground ignited—a vast, intricate network of runes flared to life beneath them.
An ancient Dragon Confinement Spell.
Hidden beneath the surface. Designed to bind all dragon-kind.
Now—all means employed—the players had finally trapped Grimagoss mid-air, frozen in his terrifying pose, wings outstretched, still as a statue.
"Fire!"
"Kill him now!"
The Dragon-Scaled Cultivators unleashed their most devastating weapons—Laser Annihilators, Cataclysm Emitters, Hunting Missiles, Thermite Experience Pointslosive Rifles.
Lightning-fast beams crisscrossed the air. Missiles rained down like a storm. Explosions erupted, engulfing Grimagoss in fire and light. The shockwave nearly lifted everyone off their feet. The cavern trembled, groaning. Debris rained from the ceiling.
If this were any ordinary creature, it would’ve been vaporized.
But in the flames and smoke—he remained. Unmoved. Unbroken.
"He’s not dead!"
"Full assault! At all costs!"
Instantly, the professional players went all out, charging forward without mercy.
"Today is your death!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s eyes burned crimson. He roared, activating his Pact from Hell, spreading his massive bat wings—becoming the Deep Hell Forgemaster. His burning infernal sword swung down in a devastating arc, aiming for Grimagoss’s head.
Volga Riverbank’s blood burned in his veins. With a powerful leap, he soared twenty meters into the air. His powered spear crackled with destructive energy, piercing the sky like lightning, aiming straight for Grimagoss’s chest.
Steel Tide screamed, steam rising from his body. His eyes blazed with fury. His Chain Saw Sword spun at high speed, tearing through the air, slicing toward Grimagoss’s most vulnerable neck.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s golden eyes blazed. She brought her hands together, pouring her power into her slender fingers. A blinding column of white fire surged forward—consuming everything in its path, roaring toward Grimagoss’s chest with a thunderous boom.
Singo drew back his Stellarfall Longbow. Buffs and enhancements shimmered around him. He didn’t even need to aim—he simply released the string. The massive Dragon-Hunting Arrow shot forward, trailing starlight and thunder, tearing through the air like a comet, aimed directly at Grimagoss’s forehead.
Boom!
Spines—!
The sword shattered scales. The spear pierced flesh. The chain saw sliced through skin. The flame column tore through the chest. The arrow pierced the skull.
Such a coordinated, overwhelming assault—even a dragon would fall.
In that moment, Grimagoss seemed doomed. No chance of survival.
Then—his eyes changed.
Not just the pupils. The entire eye—now a deep, unnatural crimson, glowing with eerie, malevolent light. The whole cavern turned red.
Crack!
The spatial seal shattered. The chains binding him snapped like twine.
In horror, the players watched as Grimagoss broke free, wings exploding open. A blood-red storm erupted from him, expanding outward in a violent wave—blasting Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, Volga Riverbank, Steel Tide, and others—sending them flying.
"Boss has entered Phase Two!" someone screamed.
(End of Chapter)
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