Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

"It's not over yet, old man!"

"Grip of the Underworld, second phase!"

"...Third phase!"

"...Fourth phase!"

Orson grinned, unleashing one colossal elemental hand after another. If the Earth Elemental God he channeled had any sentience, it might have slapped him out of sheer frustration.

Never before had it been so overworked—summoned repeatedly to pound the battlefield into oblivion.

"Is this the Wrath of the Archmage?"

The leader of the Cleric Guild stared in disbelief, watching the massive-scale magic unfold. The scene resembled an apocalyptic war from an ancient era.

Unmatched Robert: "Spread out! Or... or tank it! Let him burn through his mana, and then we'll finish him in one go!"

C-Team: "OMG, why don't you tank it?! Anyone who goes near those spells is getting flattened! I'll give 1,000 gold to whoever dares!"

The enemy guilds, initially planning a sneak attack on Godslayer's rear lines, froze in place as the colossal handprints descended again and again.

BOOM!

One massive hand smashed Cain from the sky, followed by five more consecutive strikes, slamming him deep into the earth.

[Critical Hit - 20,000,000!]

A damage number so massive that it left every player dumbfounded. Just one rotation of Orson's attacks had dealt 20 million damage.

If that had landed on a player guild, it would have wiped out an entire roster in seconds.

"He's vulnerable now! His awakened gear effect has worn off—now's our chance! Help the NPCs take him down!"

Unmatched Robert called out, pointing to Cain and his Guardian Dragon, who were crawling out of the rubble. Meanwhile, Orson's "infinite firepower" mode had come to an end.

Madman: "Heads up! Those bastards are headed your way!"

Orson tilted his head, smiling faintly. "They're coming to surrender?"

Then he resumed his relentless assault on Cain.

Chaos Magic Ball surged continuously, a storm of gray mist engulfing Cain.

[-5,000!]

[Critical Hit - 100,000!]

[Burn Damage - 23,000!]

[Chaos Chain triggered!]

Gray chains wrapped around Cain and Enluka, pinning them in place.

Orson's eyes sharpened. He had timed this perfectly, knowing Cain's Body Domination recovery skill was still on cooldown.

Now, for five precious seconds, even the God-Emperor's progeny was helpless.

Under the effects of doubled true damage and a 21x critical multiplier, even Cain's colossal HP bar began to buckle.

[Critical Hit - 210,000!]

[True Damage - 10,000!]

[Burn Damage - 46,000!]

In just five seconds, Orson unleashed seven Chaos Magic Balls per second, dealing over 4 million damage in total.

If his critical rate were maxed at 100%, even his basic attacks could tear through most bosses effortlessly.

Unmatched Robert and his guild members finally reached Orson's flank. Without hesitation, they began their assault.

They all understood that while the NPCs could easily mop up Godslayer's forces, the only real threat was Orson.

If they could eliminate him, the rest of the fight would be easy.

Orson turned his head slowly, his voice calm yet chilling: "I didn't plan to tax the players of US servers, but why can't you all be content with what you have?"

Unmatched Robert hesitated for a moment but quickly noticed Orson's mana bar. It was nearly empty.

"Kill him! His mana's drained—he can't summon anything now!"

Orson chuckled softly. "Is that so?"

The enemy unleashed a barrage of skills: Piercing Shot, Sneak Attack, and countless others.

But just as they prepared to celebrate their imminent victory, Orson's mana bar surged back to full in an instant.

[Mana +230,000!]

Unmatched Robert and his allies froze in shock.

"W-What?! What kind of potion can restore that much mana?!"

Before they could process what had happened, Orson waved his Heavenly Fire Staff, summoning his Fiery Demon Surge Shield once more.

Then, as if to mock them further, a Dragon Curse-Enhanced Flame Dragon crashed down from the sky, scattering 40 enemy players like ragdolls.

C-Team: "This is what you call 'low mana'? Robert, you lying bastard!"

Pure chaos erupted among the invaders.

The truth lay in Orson's gear. The Jebus Tanding Magic Necklace not only doubled his mana pool but also allowed him to store excess mana.

During his earlier meditation and potion chugging spree, he had been steadily charging the necklace, preparing for this exact moment.

"Welcome to my domain," Orson said with a snap of his fingers.

The snap triggered Ice Prison Ring, freezing the air with a chilling melody. A dimensional rift opened, unleashing cursed wraiths and over 400 prison guards.

Each spectral guardian unleashed a barrage of debilitating curses, leaving the enemy players weakened and helpless.

C-Team: "One day… One day, Godslayer will fall!"

Orson smiled faintly. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but that day isn't today."

With an ominous gesture, black flames erupted around Orson, coalescing into the form of a towering flame demon. Its horned head and twisted visage radiated pure malice.

"But your end?" Orson's voice dropped to a low growl. "That's today."

He raised his hand, conjuring a Black Hole Sphere in the sky. Its gravitational pull sucked in debris, trees, and even the rubble from their earlier battle.

Unmatched Robert screamed in despair: "What kind of skill is this?!"

The sphere grew larger, its event horizon consuming everything it touched in eerie silence. Soon, over 400 players were pulled into the air, struggling futilely against the overwhelming force.
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"Awaken: Judgment Inferno."

Orson clenched his fist, and the black sphere exploded, releasing a radiant burst of light.

Each fragment of the sphere split into individual flames, one for each player.

The screams of the enemy guilds echoed across the battlefield as they were incinerated by the black flames, their bodies reduced to ash.

"Blasphemer! Your death is nigh!"

Before Orson could savor his victory, Enluka burst free from the rubble, unleashing a rain of meteors from its wings.

Cain, blood dripping from his mouth, roared furiously. "Return the divine artifact, you wretched filth!"

But when Orson raised his Hurricane Spear once more, Cain's defiant shout faltered.

Sweat dripped down Cain's brow as the realization struck him—he couldn't counter this attack.

"No one can take what belongs to me," Orson said coldly.

The Hurricane Spear whistled through the air, guided with pinpoint precision toward Cain's weakened state.