Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

“Whoever saves our princess will be crowned the next Flame Spirit King!”

A blazing elf roared atop a monstrous steed — the Thunderfire Mare, a beast with a dragon’s head and a stallion’s body.

“Archangel, aren’t you going to stop them? We haven’t scouted the enemy’s deployment. Charging in now could trigger a deadly ambush!”

Inside the divine item’s barrier, the Aurora Blood Curtain, Imperial Marshal Hugh Jackman paled as he turned to Jenonis in alarm.

Jenonis, sword in hand, didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced at Snow Dream, interest flickering in his eyes.

“So this is the trap you said Usher laid out? Intriguing.”

He muttered, “If we didn’t hold such overwhelming power, the lack of defenses here might actually be enough to scare someone off.”

Snow Dream’s eyes were bottomless, as if even gods couldn’t see through them. She smiled calmly.

“Indeed. But you, mighty as you are, needn’t care about such paltry tricks. Taking Orgod’s head in direct combat is the best move.”

She added softly, “Your Holiness, your wisdom rivals the Supreme God himself.”

Jenonis’s brow lifted in satisfaction. Her flattery clearly worked.

In the Celestial Kingdom, he had been just another Archangel.

But here…

He was god incarnate, lord of life and death.

Every word he spoke echoed with divine will.

“Congratulations, Your Eminence. You are destined for final victory,” Snow Dream bowed respectfully, preparing to lead the Holy Light Order away.

“Wait.”

A voice rang out from the Order of the Sacred Word. A few paladins blocked her path.

“Holy Maiden, Orgod’s cunning is well-known. This battle isn’t over yet. Please stay and witness the outcome.”

Snow Dream’s smile didn’t fade, though her brows twitched ever so slightly.

She turned to Jenonis with a knowing look. “You still don’t trust me?”

Jenonis’s gaze sharpened. “If you hate Orgod so much, why not lead the Holy Light Order into battle by my side? Witness my victory with your own eyes.”

Her smile remained unchanged. She knew he was still testing her loyalty.

Without hesitation, she summoned a Holy Silver Dragon.

“Why not?”

Raising her staff high, she called out, “Holy Light Order, follow me—into battle!”

A divine glow enveloped her, and five thousand elite templars marched behind her into the blood-drenched skies.

Jenonis’s expression was unreadable, his killing intent smoldering.

The Supreme Will had chosen Snow Dream. That alone burned him with envy.

He was no fool. Snow Dream’s influence within the church had grown unchecked. Even the Red-robed Archbishops couldn’t rival her now.

He needed a new vessel—his current body, housing an angelic soul, was decaying.

Adventurer bodies were too unstable.

What he required was a new NPC Pope, and this battle would be the perfect chance to weaken her power.

Even if Orgod escaped, the Order of Light would suffer irreparable loss.

Suddenly, the sky turned blood-red.

An enormous swarm of imperial NPCs materialized midair, leaving spectators gasping.

“Snow Dream! I knew it!”

“That venomous witch really sold out to the NPCs!”

“SSR Guild’s reputation is trash! She turned on her own mentor!”

“Good! Orgod already wrecked that rotten guild. She deserves worse!”

Snow Dream soared atop her radiant dragon, five thousand templars at her back, following the main body of the Light Dragon Empire’s army.

To every US player, this was a declaration of war.

“Imperial Dragon Knights—advance.”

Jenonis raised his holy sword high, and the blood curtain rippled as over a hundred colossal dragons burst forth.

The empire’s main force had arrived. The skies were blotted out by the mass of warships and dragons.

Fourteen monarchs and demigods stood at the helm, representing over a hundred of the strongest races in Infinite Dimensions.

They had come to crush Orgod in one decisive stroke.

“Imperial Guard—strike!”

Aetrexa’s armor was cracked and broken, but her pride remained unshaken.

Ten Dawn-class warships rose, each loaded with thousands of elite troops in gray dragon armor.

These were no common soldiers. Every one of them hailed from noble bloodlines. Their captains were former national champions.

“This is insane… holy crap!”

“Nearly two hundred warships, over a hundred Dragon Knights… all between level 90 and 100!”

The crowd drew a collective breath.

Though only 300,000 strong, the imperial army’s firepower far eclipsed the vanguard at Riftrock City.

“They’re just flying coffins.”

“Those dragons? Just snacks.”

Orson stood slowly from his throne, eyes cold and sharp, fixed on the sea of death approaching from the horizon.

Guild Chat:

Old Yin: “Ready. None of them are leaving alive.”

Nightshade: “Boss, the moonstone array is in position. Just say the word.”

Raven: “Godslayer divisions, form up on the walls. Crush them.”

Divine Slash: “If they step one foot into Forever City, I’ll eat my gear!”

Raven’s eyes gleamed with fury as he soared atop a chimera to the top of the wall. Teleportation beams flashed around him.

These were players who stood like stone pillars, unmoved by death or despair.

Even if their levels dropped to zero—even if the sky fell—they would not retreat.

Because this was their city.

“This is bad. Godslayer is tough, but this power gap… Even Orgod can’t handle all those bosses at once.”

“Please win… please!”

Millions of US viewers and players stopped everything they were doing.

Streets emptied. Crowds packed plazas, glued to massive screens.

They watched one man.

Then came the sound.

A deep, resonant hum.

Dragons trembled. Knights tightened their reins in panic.

From above, a sky fortress ripped through the clouds—Celestial Fortress—unleashing Gaedashiram’s thousand-year vengeance.

“It’s here! Godslayer’s big gun!”

“Let’s gooooooo!”

The streets erupted with cheers. People screamed with joy, fists raised in the air.

On the battlefield, even the NPC monarchs faltered.

The name God-Emperor was legend. He had once reigned supreme, forcing both empires into submission.

Now, his weapon served a new master.

A bloodthirsty madman more dangerous than the last.

“Pretender god,” Jenonis sneered. The blood curtain pulsed.

A new rumble shook the world. Cracks split the ground outside Forever City.

A blade-shaped ship rose from the depths, gleaming white, its edge pointed at Celestial Fortress.

Its pressure was equal, if not greater.

“A king-tier warship!? An ancient divine item!”

“Empire’s national treasure! The Empire’s doomsday blade!”

Celestial Fortress’s bridge fell silent.

Old Yin and the others stared at the screen.

Its name: Heaven’s Emperor.

Twenty billion HP. One billion shield.

Its blade-shaped hull stretched miles, with eight colossal turrets at the prow.

Each pair bore a name: Flame of Gold, Flame of Amethyst, Flame of Light, Flame of Storms.

They were crafted from the corpses of eight Dragon Kings.

“This is bad… Boss, we don’t have enough power to unlock Celestial Fortress’s full strength!”

Old Yin paled.

The forbidden curse cannons relied on player mana, and they were still recovering from the last cooldown.

The Empire’s numbers gave them an edge. They could wield the full might of Heaven’s Emperor.

“Wait. Don’t panic. Something interesting’s happening.”

Orson narrowed his eyes. His gaze fixed on the deck of Heaven’s Emperor. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Your Holiness.”

A gentle female voice drifted through the air.

On the deck stood a woman of stunning beauty, regal and poised.

She bowed gracefully.

“Ursula awaits your command.”

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