Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Orson pointed his staff at the two Golden Dragons battling Grevor.

"Whisper of the Wind!"

Six Infinite Dimensions Archmages launched a coordinated assault. Tidal waves of Chaos Magic Balls surged forth like a raging flood, swallowing everything in their path.

Without the buff of a King's Authority, these Saint Lord-tier Dragons were no different from elite bosses to Orson. Just tankier, that's all.

Grevor, watching the destruction, cursed under his breath: "Fine, kill them… none of these Golden Dragons have the potential to become a Dragon King anyway. Better to let that lunatic inherit Soros's seat and guard the Golden Pillar instead."

"Maiden's Purity – Light Blessing Enhanced!"

Grevor struck a dramatic pose. A smiling angelic phantom descended, spreading her arms in holy compassion.

"Basic Attack Boost!"

"Attack Power +50%!"

System notifications echoed in Orson's ears. He blinked. His bastard of a senior brother… actually did something useful?

No time to ponder. He kept firing.

Crit – 550k!

Crit – 180k!

-23k

Burn – 40k!

Even with boosted attacks, the Golden Dragons' defenses were absurd—his attacks felt like scratching paint off a tank.

Still calm, Orson continued the barrage.

Chaos Chain triggered!

Here we go.

True Crit – 750k!

True Crit – 240k!

…

Under the onslaught of true damage, the Golden Dragon's defense folded like wet paper. Its 50 million HP didn't even last 20 seconds.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion echoed as golden dragon blood rained from the sky. Golden scales showered down like a storm. The dragon was obliterated mid-air.

The second one turned to flee in sheer terror—only to be swatted out of the sky by Grevor's summoned elemental titan.

"Didn't you want to kill me? Where are you going?"

Orson chuckled coldly, raising his arm and slamming his fingers downward.

"Awakened Skill – Grip of the Underworld!"

Six massive earthen hands burst from the ground, relentlessly slamming the same spot over and over.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The second Golden Dragon was nearly flattened into paste.

Glacier pounced like a hungry wolf, finishing the kill with a few brutal strikes.

Another Golden Dragon down.

Daloré: "Velorith! Don't let the last golden bloodline perish! Forget that damn dwarf—kill Orgod!"

The Purple Gold Dragon King broke free from Flame Fosset's slippery illusions and beat his massive wings. A storm of violet-gold beams forced a burned-out Veijander into retreat.

"Our kind lives as long as the heavens—how dare you slaughter the golden bloodline?!"

Velorith roared, wrapped in storm clouds as she charged straight for Orson.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A lightning storm engulfed him. Bolts turned into divine spears, impaling three of his clones before he could even react.

Orson's expression tensed. He quickly activated Magic Eye to escape via the spatial network.

But Velorith's speed was insane.

In the blink of an eye, she was already behind him—blocking the exit.

"Shit! I'm screwed!"

A chill ran through Orson's bones. He could feel death breathing down his neck.

Doomsday Blade!

Orson pointed his blazing sword toward the sky. Chaos energy surged. He and two clones shifted into melee form.

"A mere flicker dares challenge the flame of dragonkind? Not even God-Emperor Gaedashiram would dare," Velorith sneered.

With laws backing her, her melee prowess was near-God-tier. She clenched her hand, conjuring a lightning spear and hurled it.

BOOOOM!

The sonic shockwave shattered the air.

Orson's clone rushed forward, brandishing a flaming blade.

"Awakened Skill – Heavenly Fire Slash!"

CLANG!

Flames and lightning clashed. The clone's sword flickered, the magical blade starting to dim.

Overlimit Block – 100k!

Overlimit Block – 110k!

Velorith twisted her blade.

"Dragon Technique – Thunderflash Burst!"

She stomped, lightning coiling around her like serpents. A bolt arced from the clone's feet, locking up his body.

A blue lightning dragon erupted, wrapping the clone in a crackling electric storm and launching it skyward.

Velorith soared upward with a grunt, then slammed her sword down—sending the clone flying hundreds of meters.

Orson broke into a cold sweat.

A flash of lightning. She was above him again in an instant.

She shifted into dragon form mid-air, spewing a beam of lightning that vaporized the clone.

"This is insane! She's totally broken!"

Orson was shaken.

He'd always been the one crushing others. Now, he was the one getting completely outclassed.

Ridiculous speed.

Brutal melee burst.

Flawless combat instincts.

And transformation speed unmatched among Dragon Kings.

Any boss with even one of these traits was terrifying.

She had them all.

Velorith's eyes locked on Orson.

"Your elemental clones are clever, but I—Velorith the Invincible—can smell your fear."

She'd annihilated his clones and instantly targeted his real body.

Orson wasn't ready to give up. He threw his last clone forward and used the chance to dash for the spatial exit.

This time, the clone died even faster.

Velorith led with a paralyzing Lightning Dragon Curse, locking the clone in place. Then she switched back to humanoid form and launched a blinding 10-hit combo.

Fatal Strike – 2 million!

The clone shattered again.

"Cry all you want. No one's saving you."

Seeing Orson try to escape again, Velorith laughed darkly. She flared her wings—another Dragon Curse began.

"Dragon Curse – Thunderblade of Eternity!"

A massive lightning blade burst from the clouds, its pressure warping the ground like jelly. It crashed toward the portal.

"Shit! It's predicting my moves!"

Orson's scalp went numb. He froze in place.

Dragon Kings weren't just powerful—they were smart.

Smarter than most players.

Velorith: "You can't run. You'll die here to honor my fallen kin."

She blinked forward in lightning form, blocking Orson's escape again.

He closed his eyes, ignoring her taunts.

He wasn't the type to panic until he was dead.

When it came to combat, he didn't believe anyone could beat him in skill.

Bending his knees, he launched himself into the air—his melee form gave him a huge jump boost, leaping dozens of meters instantly.

But it wasn't far enough.

In midair, he spun his sword, instantly switching back to mage form.

His eyes flashed with divine light.

"Wind God's Sigh!"

As the Thunderblade Curse ended, he caught the gust and launched himself forward again—one step closer to escape.