Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

"So weak, yet able to slaughter my kin... Unbelievable."

Barenkas sneered, his body transforming into a streak of lightning. His blade cut through the air like a whirlwind, slashing in every direction!

The three The Flame Dragons charged at him, but in an instant, Barenkas sliced them into dozens of pieces with his blades. A huge explosion of fire elements erupted, but it only caused minor burn damage.

Seeing this, Orson's face darkened, his voice cold as he muttered, "What do you even think you are?"

The last The Flame Dragon, about to be cut apart, suddenly burst with a brilliant light that ripped through its body and spread outward.

That was Brahma's Divine Flame!

ShatteredCrown looked back in surprise and yelled, "What the hell! A skill within a skill? What kind of sorcery is this? Teach me, bro!"

As the Flame Dragon activated its multiple special effects, Orson had already secretly layered Brahma's Divine Flame inside. Since both spells were fire-based and their colors were similar, it was almost impossible for Barenkas to spot the hidden effect.

Barenkas' dragon eyes widened in shock, his blades ringing with a fierce sound as they clashed together. Three of his crimson blades fused into one massive weapon, which he swung at the fireball with great force.

"Damn, is this for real?" Orson couldn't help but curse.

What should've been a fatal fireball was forced away by the giant blade, sending it flying several meters off-course, failing to explode at the right moment.

Boom!

A massive explosion rang out, and a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Critical Hit +1000!

Dragonblood Damage +100%!

-6700!

Burning Damage -9900

Burning Damage -9900

...

The attack dealt a staggering 120,000 points of damage, but to the massive health pool of Six-Winged The Flame Dragon, it was barely a scratch.

Barenkas stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face as he stood unharmed in the fiery explosion, and slowly made his way towards Orson. "Hand over the Divine Soul Fragment, and I will spare your life!"

"So that's what you want," Orson said coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"Six-Winged Inferno Dragon demands that you hand over the Divine Soul Fragment."

"If you refuse to hand it over, you may be killed."

"Due to your Crimson Butcher title, your level will be reset to zero, and you will lose all your items."

Orson's eyes flickered with a wry smile. He had already used that Soul Fragment to level up his Soul Seal.

Hand it over to him? Was he kidding?

From Orson's understanding of high-intelligence NPCs, even if the item had never been used, handing it over honestly could still end in death.

And from the system prompt, it was clear that Six-Winged The Flame Dragon was allied with Lord Cain. Otherwise, the effect of the Crimson Butcher title wouldn't have triggered.

After a brief moment of thought, Orson turned to ShatteredCrown and said, "You guys go back to Purple Thunder Fortress. I'll keep him busy."

"Wait, what about you?" ShatteredCrown froze. This was a High-level Dragonboss—was his teacher really going to sacrifice himself?

"What's the alternative? We either fight to the death, or die trying," Orson said nonchalantly, shaking his head.

Empress raised her black shield and grinned. "I'll stay with you, it's just one death, after all."

ShatteredCrown shrugged. "I'm not leaving either. Might as well die here and save the trouble of running around."

BlackStockings said nothing. Whatever ShatteredCrown decided, she'd follow, even if it didn't make much sense.

Orson smiled faintly. He opened his Battle Space just as the Crimson Lizard King, still with only 5 million health, appeared.

"Orson, stop showing off! Let me tank the boss, you should be the one dealing damage."

"What the hell is this, big lizard? Get out of the way!" Orson snapped.

The Crimson Lizard King, tail flicking, sent the group flying into the spatial network.

"A bunch of idiots, this boss is after me. Staying here will just slow me down." Orson chuckled.

He quickly shut off the team chat and closed the spatial network.

"You've chosen to refuse handing over the item."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ding—

"You have made the right choice!"

"Purple Thunder Fortress reinforcements will arrive in 5 minutes!"

The system's prompt sounded, and the countdown appeared once more.

Orson took a deep breath. This outcome had been part of his plan. Infinite Dimensions was never designed to have a 'death-trap' dungeon. The plot always had a twist, some way out!

"Five minutes... Can I hold out?"

Orson smirked, a triumphant grin crossing his face as he muttered, "Dark Elves... Thief Mode?"

"The time of your death is near, adventurer. I am the most powerful assassin of the Dark Elves, and I will personally send you to eternal oblivion."

Barenkas locked onto Orson with disdain, ignoring the others who had tried to flee.

"Thief Mode..." Orson suddenly burst into laughter.

Barenkas' smile faded, his dragon eyes narrowing with suspicion. Orson's laughter only grew louder.

"A mixed-blood NPC thief dares to dance with me?" Orson's eyes flashed with disdain.

Holy Lord Boss? High-tier mixed-blood dragon? He didn't care.

Given how intelligent this boss was, Orson simply treated him like he would a god-level player.

"Whisper of the Wind."

A gentle breeze brushed against Orson's face, boosting his attack speed and casting efficiency.

Thunder Roar.

A crackling electric storm surrounded Orson's body, enhancing his fire crits. Find your next read at empire

His staff rose, attack speed maximized. Multiple quick attacks unleashed, and ten Chaos Magic Balls lined up in perfect formation, quickly aimed at Barenkas.

Critical Hit!

Critical Hit!

-7000!

Burn Damage -9900!

Barenkas' six hands were a nightmare, slicing through most of Orson's attacks.

But Orson wasn't deterred, continuing his steady barrage. This action enraged Barenkas.

In a flash, Barenkas disappeared, entering Thief Mode, dramatically increasing his attack power. One strike could easily kill Orson.

At the same moment, the Flying Dragon Guard squad locked onto Orson.

Orson cast a cold glance at them and scoffed, "My domain—full power!"

An icy mist covered the area. Everything around him withered, and even the Dragonblood warriors' attacks were halted. The flying dragons crashed uncontrollably to the ground.

Crash Damage -100,000!

Crash Damage -80,000!

...

"Celestial Descent!"

Before the flying dragons could rise again, Orson summoned a massive meteor that slammed into them, forcing them into the mountainside.

The Flying Dragon Guards were knocked down for a short time, unable to move.

Barenkas was surrounded by dark energy, and with a swift motion, he drove his blades toward Orson's neck in a deadly strike.

"Cursed Phantom."

Without looking back, Orson summoned two Cursed Phantoms that lunged at Barenkas.

Barenkas stepped back, sneering as he slashed the phantoms apart, his attack immune to their physical assaults.

MLSS!

MLSS!

Orson, unfazed, whispered, "Soul Lock."

A cursed phantom, shrouded in black light, bypassed Barenkas' attacks and locked onto him, forcing him into a three-second paralysis.

"Is that all? You dare call yourself the 'Ender'?" Orson's voice was cold as he unleashed a barrage of magic.

The Crimson Lizard King, fully healed, took Orson to the skies, turning to give one final taunt: "Hah! Take that!"

A massive glob of spittle hit Barenkas square in the face.

Barenkas, stunned for a moment, quickly regained composure and let out a battle cry, showing his dragon might.

Critical Hit -30,000!

Critical Hit -25,000!

...

Barenkas's six blades danced through the cursed phantoms, cutting them to pieces in an instant.

He leapt into the air, his body shifting and transforming into a Six-Winged The Flame Dragon, his wings glowing with metallic light.

The pressure was suffocating, and Orson could feel the difference in size between Barenkas and the Crimson Lizard King.

Dark Flame Dragon Breath!

A devastating blast of dark dragon breath exploded from Barenkas, an almost laser-like attack that shot towards Orson.

The Crimson Lizard King dodged at full speed, but the attack still grazed its tail.

Critical Hit -50,000!

Dark Flame Burn -20,000!

Dark Flame Corrosion -15,000!

...

"One minute of compound burning damage? Fire magic resist potions don't work... What kind of crazy mechanic is this?!"

Orson cursed, realizing that the Crimson Lizard King wouldn't survive much longer under these conditions. He considered sending the Lizard King back to Battle Space to avoid further negative effects.

But just then, the Crimson Lizard King did something even more ruthless.

Its tail whipped around, the scales tearing

open as it bit off its own tail, stopping the burn damage in its tracks.

"...You're crazier than me! I give up!" Orson couldn't help but be stunned.

The immediate crisis had passed, but Orson knew this wasn't over. The next Dark Flame Dragon Breath would be far more dangerous...