Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Millions of viewers held their breath.

Then came another cold, arrogant voice:

“Vile… pathetic… You are nothing but tools—created to serve and bow before us.”

Everyone instantly recognized it.

US #1 tycoon—Usher.

And more shocking still—Godslayer and Dragon’s Kiss Guild had joined forces.

“Oh my god… it really is Usher!”

“And that’s the main force of Dragon’s Kiss Guild and their affiliate corps—this is insane!”

“What are they trying to pull? Are they just here to stir the pot? But why would they throw themselves into enemy lines like this?”

The national broadcast audience erupted in disbelief. At this critical moment, no one expected Dragon’s Kiss Guild to suddenly side with their long-time enemy.

Within the rolling fog, a shadowy figure emerged—Usher, bow in hand, the Forbidden Magic Longbow glowing with infernal energy. His voice was cold as steel.

“Demonic Power.”

“Enemy attack! Protect the War Supreme!” a royal guard shouted in panic.

A flash of cold light streaked toward Rockforce’s spine—but with a sharp clang, three arrows were deflected by a Saint Lord clad in imperial armor.

“Heretics from the Dark Empire, you court death!” the elite Saint Lord barked, then led two dozen elite guards into the mist, swinging their blades toward Usher.

Miss!

Miss!

Usher’s face curled in disdain as his figure blurred and vanished. The NPCs scattered, searching frantically like headless chickens.

The Air-type magic spell Void Veil not only cloaked unit movements temporarily, but also distorted all visual perception within its range.

A heartbeat later, Usher reappeared right in front of Rockforce, once again drawing his bow, eyes locked on the paralyzed caster.

“Pseudo-God NPC? Just a beefed-up bug on the stat sheet.”

Attack Speed Overclocked!

Attack Power Overclocked!

Fully buffed, Usher leapt into the air. Arrows rained down faster than the eye could follow.

“Holy Purge!”

“Banish All Demons!”

The Empire’s top elites responded in a flash. Dozens of dispel spells lit up the fog, instantly clearing Void Veil.

At the same time, Usher became the focal point of their firepower. In less than a second, his body was torn apart, riddled with magic and steel.

The viewers fell into stunned silence.

“Was… was that supposed to be funny?”

“US’s number one tycoon got one-shot? Are these NPCs really that overpowered? How are players supposed to fight this?”

People stared in disbelief. The awe-inspiring S-rank archer had been obliterated before he even got going.

How could players possibly win against monsters like these?

“Dark Empire scum. Where do you get the arrogance to speak of War Supreme?” the Saint Lord spat.

“Is that so?”

The awkward silence barely lasted a few seconds.

A cloaked player quietly pulled back his hood—revealing Usher, alive and well.

The chat exploded.

“I’ve seen that trick! That’s his clone skill!”

“Damn! Fatal bait!”

Usher’s class-exclusive skill, Hell Golem, had lured nearly every NPC’s attention.

Rich, strategic, and dangerous—that was Usher.

“This can’t be…”

Rockforce’s eyes widened in horror. Usher grinned coldly, pulling his bow once more.

“Demon Bloom.”

Thud!

An arrow struck Rockforce’s neck dead center. A demonic flower bloomed grotesquely from the impact point.

Damage Amplified!

Severe Injury and Death Chance Greatly Increased!

A massive black number floated above Rockforce’s head.

Magic Backlash – 110,000,000!

The entire audience gasped.

Rockforce’s Forbidden Curse was forcibly interrupted, and the recoil damage was astronomical.

“This guy… he’s actually helping us?” Iron Cavalry muttered, dazed.

No one expected their mortal enemy—Dragon’s Kiss Guild—to be the ones to break the stalemate.

“He’s only helping himself,” Blank said coldly.

And just like that, everything clicked. This was no guild war—this was players versus NPCs. And sometimes, you worked with enemies to kill a greater one.

“Orgod, remember what you promised,” Usher said, voice sharp.

Hovering in the sky, locked in a tense standoff with Jenonis, Orson smiled faintly. “My word is my bond.”

Usher nodded. No further words were needed.

“Corrupted Dragon Bow!”

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

Attack speed and damage peaked.

Before Rockforce could react, hundreds of arrows turned him into a pincushion. His health plummeted.

“Useless fool!” Jenonis growled, signaling the elite legions to swarm Dragon’s Kiss Guild.

“Dragon’s Kiss will rule Infinite Dimensions!” a furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

Every Dragon’s Kiss player burned with defiance, facing ten times their number without flinching.

Skyslasher: “We’ll reclaim what’s ours! Kill them all!”

Ivy: “Temporary failure means nothing. Partnering with enemies means nothing. We will rule this world!”

All eight Sages of Dragon’s Kiss arrived. Magic and combat arts exploded across the field.

TitanBreaker and Ivy, twin S-rank casters, unleashed their fury—cyclones roared, frost crashed down like blades, NPCs shattered into pieces.

“The hell? You think you get to rule Infinite Dimensions?! Get lost!”

“Don’t you dare let Dragon’s Kiss upstage us!” Iron Cavalry snarled.

Enemies or not, losing to them was unthinkable.

Rival guilds erupted in fury—but this wasn’t the time for infighting. The only contest that mattered now was body count.

Orson glanced toward Usher. Their eyes met.

And in unison, their voices thundered:

“The eternal flame of vengeance shall never die.”

“In my name—Orgod!”

“In my name—Usher!”

“Burn every enemy to ash and build an everlasting empire!”

“Burn!”

Other guild leaders echoed the cry. Dozens of voices shouted in chorus—the trumpet of counterattack.

Blood-red halos rained from the heavens, consuming 100,000 Reputation to grant full buffs and on-death revivals to all guild members.

Orson raised his hands. Two priceless divine artifacts floated beside him, glowing brilliantly.

Ancient Papal Scroll

– Reduces skill cooldowns for all players.

Holy Grail of Mana

– Restores percentage mana to all players in range.

“You think you’re the only one with relics?” Usher snorted, tossing out his own.

A jagged blade-horn inscribed with infernal runes spun in the air.

It was from the depths of Hell—sworn enemies of the Celestial Kingdom.

Suddenly, black flames licked across every nearby weapon—blades, staves, bows.

Devil’s Horn of Flame

– Grants all player weapons +30% Demonfire damage.

“Slaughter Guild isn’t going to be outdone by you two!”

Blank smirked. She raised her hands, summoning a massive totem pole covered in divine patterns.

It glowed with golden light, though the base was visibly damaged, a chunk missing.

Primordial Titan’s Ritual Relic (Fragment)

– Increases player attack, body size, and range radius by 20%.

“My sword’s on fire!”

“Omg! I feel like I could solo ten NPCs!”

“Wait… my chest just got bigger? This relic is amazing!”

Other top-tier guilds joined in. Half-divine artifacts, expensive guild coins—everything was on the table.

Player stats surged to absurd levels. Still weaker than the NPCs, but no longer by much.

“What a bunch of stingy bastards,” Orson muttered.

“They pinch pennies when renting my shops, but hide treasure hoards like dragons.”

“Desperate worms,” Jenonis sneered, watching from above. He cared nothing for the mortals dying below.

He knew—if he slew this mongrel, the civil war of the Light Dragons would end.

He alone would become the one true god of Infinite Dimensions.

He raised his blade and shot like a meteor toward Orson.

Orson grinned, narrowing his eyes.

Crimson Lizard King turned sharply and bolted.

“Coward! You won’t escape me!” Jenonis roared, wings flaring. His speed was terrifying.

Just as he caught up, Crimson Lizard King stopped in midair, hovering directly over Forever City.

Jenonis hesitated, scanning the area.

Another trap?

“You’ve only got two wings,” Orson said with a smirk. “You’re not qualified to kill me.”

Doom Judgment!

The Archangel snapped. Beautiful features twisted with rage.

Holy sword blazing, he brought it down with an S-rank technique.

Clang!

A black blade cleaved across the sky, intercepting the holy sword.

“I’m here, my liege!”

Darkbo, both hands on his bladeless sword, veins bulging, still found time to nod respectfully at Orson.

“We’re here too, Guildmaster!”

Thunder cracked.

A silver-haired warrior drenched in blood, armor cracked and broken, face alight with unshakable resolve, descended from the clouds.

And beneath him—

A colossal lightning dragon.

It was Velorith, the Lightning Dragon King.

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