All skills were converted into the corresponding Chaos Swordsman awakening abilities.
But that was not the key.
Orson, now with a range exceeding 20 kilometers, had transitioned into a melee class, gaining immense increases in attack power, critical hit rate, death/injury rates as compensation. This was the true leap in his panel stats.
"If you are a dragon, then I shall slay dragons..."
Orson exhaled a deep breath, his voice turning dark and hoarse.
The olive branch crown on his head transformed into a golden skull mask, with two flickering hellish flames in its eye sockets.
His robe turned into dark golden battle armor, and dark red chaotic fighting aura erupted around him, like a messenger from hell!
The staff in his hand became a crimson sword, with glowing blue Rune Sigil Stone markings shining brightly.
Forceful, cold, and filled with killing intent!
"If you are a god, then I can slay gods!"
