"Brothers, all for the cause!"
Orson clenched his teeth in frustration. Staring at the mini-map's marker for the fragment in the blood river, he ordered every single clone he had to jump from the Crimson Lizard King into the crimson torrent.
But this divine blood was outrageously overpowered.
The suffocation damage didn't just target individual units. Even with all his clones thrown in together, they were hit with the same indiscriminate destruction.
They didn't even stir up so much as a ripple before they were wiped out to the last.
Hours passed as Orson tried every trick he knew.
Nothing worked—whether altering terrain with magic, or having the Crimson Lizard King haul an entire mountain and dump it in.
The divine blood river wasn't just corrosive to matter. It devoured magic itself. Completely untouchable.
"Fine, rot with some dignity then, you overgrown snake!" Orson snapped, pointing at the god corpse and venting his anger.