"What do you want to do? What do you mean by throwing him down?" Orson froze for a moment.
The Crimson Lizard King, limited in communication, made no sound in Orson's mind. Instead, it grabbed the Berserker and flew straight up into the sky, throwing him off the edge of the island, sending him plummeting toward the endless abyss below.
The Berserker, who had thought he was invincible due to his long-lasting invincibility skill, was stunned. The floating corpse island was in an outer space-like area, and if he fell down...
"You have left the instance area, please return immediately!"
"You will suffer a level penalty x20!"
A warning sounded, and the Berserker was filled with dread. A 20-level penalty was unbearable for him. He quickly dispelled his invincibility skill and activated his flight device to escape.
Doom Dragon Breath!
A loud roar echoed overhead, and the Berserker was stunned. Was this mount of his really this cunning?
