Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

"Instant kill!?"

"That's impossible! Two Paladin Captains with over 20,000 HP each… how could they be wiped out instantly?"

Shimoji's eyes widened in shock, while Kawakita turned pale. The health bars of the two captains in their party list had vanished in the blink of an eye.

"It's the warlock from the US server… it has to be him! I swear to the heavens!" exclaimed one of the slain captains, his voice trembling.

As a core member of their guild in the UJ server, he'd prided himself on being able to go toe-to-toe with the likes of Shimoji for several moves. Yet now, they had been annihilated before even getting the chance to use their buffs or potions.

"The combat log shows… critical damage of 80,000!" Shimoji shivered, his back drenched in cold sweat.

He had anticipated running into the Triple Crown Champion sooner or later. He hadn't hoped to kill him one-on-one, but he at least thought he could create an opening for others to take him down. But this… 80,000 critical damage? That could kill him four or five times over!

"You stayed quiet when you were cutting down our players, and now you're still silent after getting hit by a turret? Impressive patience."

A mocking voice echoed from above. Shimoji felt as if he'd swallowed a fly, his stomach churning in disgust.

Quickly regaining his composure, Shimoji called out, "The strongest warlock of the Empire—what, do you only dare to taunt us from the skies?"

He had a secret treasure that could target airborne enemies, but he was reluctant to waste it, knowing it might accomplish nothing.

"Trying to stall for time so your ambushers can retreat?"

Orson let out a faint laugh. Three kilometers away, near an NPC supply point, more than twenty figures were rapidly scattering. If Bradley and his men had pursued to that spot, they would have been ambushed and wiped out.

But Orson had already seen through their entire plan.

Roar!!

A deafening roar erupted as the fiery breath of destruction swept down from above. Flames of devastation mercilessly bombarded the area.

Even though Shimoji and his team had anticipated this and executed sharp evasive maneuvers, the Crimson Lizard King revealed its true form, its massive wings blotting out the sun.

Taking advantage of its aerial superiority, it swiftly eliminated four UJ players.

Kawakita gasped, "A Lord-Class peak flying warbeast… its HP is… forty million?!"

"I'm just a turret…"

Standing atop the Crimson Lizard King's head, Orson's expression was indifferent. His voice carried a pause before continuing, "…just a turret guarding the US server's territory!"

SirLagsALot, trembling from excitement as he clung to the beast's back, shouted, "From today on, I'm no longer a hater! Triple Crown Champion, crush them all!"

Orson gazed coldly at the UJ players below and declared, "You killed my guild members, slaughtered my server's players. Death is too light a punishment for you!"

"All units, retreat!"

Shimoji bellowed, and the entire team began to scatter.

"Run?"

Orson sneered, his aura radiating arrogance. "These mountains, this land, every blade of grass here… they all belong to me!"

"Such dominance… Damn, that's badass! If anyone trashes Orgod again, I'll climb into their house at night!"

Even players who had fallen earlier didn't revive right away. Instead, they all aimed their cameras upward, starting to record from their perfect vantage points.

Mystic Eye!

Mirror of Folding!

A surge of divine energy flashed around Orson as the Mirror of Folding locked onto the fleeing UJ elites in the distance.

Wind elements surged as Whisper of the Wind activated, maxing out his attack speed. Waves of Chaos Magic Balls surged forward.

-2000!

-2000!

Critical hit -42000!

Critical hit -42000!

Light streaked toward the ground in devastating arcs. With Orson's current 35% critical hit rate and his ability to fire 5–8 Chaos Magic Balls per second, he was guaranteed multiple criticals.

Adding the Mirror of Folding's fivefold flight speed and his absurdly boosted 21x critical damage multiplier, no one could react to the carnage.

Knights with maxed-out defense? A-grade Paladin Captains? Everything was one-hit dead. He didn't even need to use Blazing Burn to clean up their corpses.

"Instant kills… all instant kills. Dying this round was so worth it!"

"Let them taste what it's like to live in fear under the rule of the Triple Crown Champion!"

The regional channel lit up with messages from fallen players.

SirLagsALot burst out laughing. "I'm dying! These noobs thought Usher ran off to the Dark Dragon Empire for no reason? It's all because my 4396 village cannon wiped them out first!"

Bradley added, "Honestly, can't not say it—UJ server players are like charity workers, delivering free kills across miles."

Iron Cavalry shouted, "Alright, brothers, time to cash in! Loot their gear!"

In an instant, Godslayer guild members swarmed the battlefield. They didn't even bother to watch for enemies nearby—they were too busy grabbing loot.

On the ground, Kawakita tried to suppress his panic. Holding his Level 30 legendary staff aloft, he activated a six-pointed frost star. "Frostbane Divine Curse!"

Two massive glaciers formed in the sky, hurtling down toward Orson in an attempt to disrupt his attack spree.

"Wow, ice cubes? How cute," Orson smirked, tossing out The Flame Dragon, which slammed into the glaciers, deflecting them from their path.

Kawakita's face twisted in disbelief. He had planned for the two glaciers to collide, causing massive splash damage and buying at least ten seconds to escape.

But the beast had shattered his strategy with brute force, ramming its body into the A-grade ice spell and smashing it apart!

Orson looked down at Kawakita and chuckled. "Celestial Descent."

Multiple special effects triggered as three giant meteors collided midair, creating deafening explosions that made everyone shudder.

This was the moment where ordinary skills seemed trivial by comparison.

"Oh my god, I've got VIP seating for this battle! This footage is worth millions!"

SirLagsALot, now a self-appointed war correspondent, leaned out from the Crimson Lizard King's wings to give a close-up of Shimoji and Kawakita.

As the meteors slammed into the shattered ice, icy shards rained down. The meteors' explosive shockwaves left UJ players with no chance to escape, no matter how fast they were.

Shimoji glanced back at the panicked Kawakita and muttered, "Now isn't the time to challenge him head-on."

Kawakita took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and used a global broadcast to shout:

"The Godslayer Guild must fall! Without it, the US and UJ servers can never truly coexist!"

SirLagsALot roared, "Like hell! Go die already!"

"Target has used special skill: Imperial Decree of Judgment."

"Target has self-destructed."

The announcement caught everyone off guard. Even Orson, usually calm, couldn't help but lose his composure. "What the hell? Are they insane!?"

Iron Cavalry raged, "What kind of noobs are these? Don't know how to play? Then why the hell are you even on the US server!?"

Orson shook his head as the battlefield fell silent. The self-destructing UJ players had used their region's unique skill, Imperial Decree of Judgment, which quintupled their death penalty, but ensured no loot was dropped.

The Godslayer guild's cleanup yielded only a few purple items and a small pile of gold coins.

"Wow, their legendary broadsword didn't drop. Feel mad yet?" Bradley teased as Iron Cavalry scowled, staring blankly at the meager loot.

SirLagsALot laughed, "Iron Cavalry, how does it feel going up against UJ players?"

Iron Cavalry shot a fierce glare at SirLagsALot, cursing, "A bunch of broke idiots, what are you playing this game for? If you can't afford it, don't play!"

The others also looked displeased, itching to strip the gear off the UJ players.

Orson walked over with a smile, and everyone turned to look at him with a hint of fervor in their eyes.

"Orson."

"Boss."

"My beloved…"

Everyone greeted him, but the last term made Orson's hair stand on end. The group turned to glare at Dick Fan, who looked embarrassed under their hostile stares.