Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 368 - : "The Wrath of the Dragons"

"Damn it, are we done yet? People have been slaughtered, so why aren't we getting the deed?" Bradley yelled, cursing under his breath.

"Don't worry, whoever comes will die."

Orson said calmly, sitting on the roof of a building with a drink in hand, casually roasting some meat and chatting.

More than ten minutes passed, and the sky, which had just cleared up, began to change again.

"Why is it getting dark? Is it going to rain heavily?"

The crowd paused and collectively turned their gaze to the horizon. Dark clouds were gathering, moving toward Pondenorlin City.

"Dragons... dragons everywhere! My god, how many dragons are there?" A sharp-eyed archer player shouted in disbelief.

Thousands of dragons, each more menacing than the last, flew toward Pondenorlin City, their roars echoing. It felt as if the apocalypse was about to descend.

"The Inkfeather Dragon, a rare type of dragon species... I saw them near the empire's borders before, but how did they end up here?"

"So many Dragon Kings, and ground dragons too! That white dragon serpent has grown horns; it's probably as strong as a lower-tier giant dragon!"

The players around were astonished. The massive group of dragon-blood creatures included many elite bosses, all level 50 and above. Usually, taking down an elite boss with dragon blood would require a small raid, but among this enormous group of dragon beasts, these were the weakest bosses. Some mutated dragons were even at the Domain Lord-Class, on par with normal lower-tier giants.

But of course, no matter how strong the dragon beasts were, they were still mixed-blood creatures. The real focus was on the fifty-plus lower-tier dragons, each carrying a Dragon Knight rider.

A divine presence dominated the skies, and all the monsters around Pondenorlin City began to flee in panic like frightened animals.

"Lester Family's Viscount, Storm Dragon Knight, coming to challenge Conqueror Baron!"

"Longlia Family's Count, Fire Dragon Knight, here to defend the dragon clan's honor!"

Over ten imperial nobles announced their arrival. While these nobles weren't on par with the empire's four major royal families, they were still powerful figures, each ruling a portion of territory.

"This might no longer be a place suitable for humans to live."

Adela chuckled mockingly as the scales in her hand began to tip to one side.

"What is this...?"

Orson furrowed his brows as he watched a Barrier Stone fly out from the city, all of which were collected by the executor Adela.

Aside from the one in his inventory, all the city's defensive Barrier Stones were taken away, causing the city's defenses to vanish.

"This old bastard is trying to push me to my death," Orson's eyes gleamed with cold fury.

Previously, there was only one damaged corner of the barrier. Even with the dragon clan's assault, as long as they held that corner, they could survive. But now with the city's barrier gone, he would be surrounded by dragons from all directions.

"Once the dragon beasts and their riders surround me, I can't just rely on my skill to escape."

"Who called out Orgod, come face your death! You think you can start a war with the dragon kin?"

A voice filled with scorn rang out from one of the Dragon Knights protected by the Fire Dragon Clan.

Riding a Domain Lord-Class Fire Dragon, the knight's dragon scales shone brightly, radiating intense heat, causing nearby dragon beasts to shy away. But compared to the Twin-Headed Fire Dragon King Orson had slain, this dragon was nothing more than a large toothpick.

"Frost Dragon Knight: Dragon Slayer, your reckoning has come! You dared kill the supreme Golden Dragon, now you will bear the wrath of the entire dragon clan!"

"Really?"

Orson smiled and stood up, muttering to himself, "This is getting noisy."

"Tell Madman to bring the Celestial Fortress! We're going to crash into these looters!" Bradley roared, preparing to call for reinforcements to engage in a massive battle.

"No need, this isn't a task for the Half-Orc Empire. We don't need such a big setup to deal with these miscellaneous forces," Orson said, shaking his head with a cold smile. "The real leader hasn't shown up yet."

The Golden Dragon's roar had attracted the empire's various noble families, but the real kings and powerful figures hadn't arrived.

NPC Dragon Knights and countless dragon-blooded beasts were formidable, but without the true Dragon Kings, these shouting Dragon Knights were merely food for the Crimson Lizard King.

Major Announcement: "Player Orgod has triggered a special event, Wrath of the Dragons, please evacuate Pondenorlin City immediately!"

Major Announcement: "NPCs in Pondenorlin City are evacuating..."

The NPCs in the city were in a panic. They had only just returned to Pondenorlin City, and now they had to flee again...

Various warships began to take off, and the NPCs began packing their things once again.

Wesley: "Damn Dragon Knights, did I provoke you or something? Why don't you try challenging me one-on-one?!"

In a strip club inside Pondenorlin City...

An old man suddenly woke up from a woman's legs, cursing with his yellow teeth showing, "Damn it, the Judgment Court, the dragons are bullying my disciples, I'll kill you all!"

He slapped the woman's behind with a grin, "Wait for me to finish the fight, I'll come back and find you! Don't run!"

With a single slap, the recently repaired wall was smashed open again.

Flame Fosset climbed over the wall and landed, only to look up and see the club's madam and several thugs already waiting for him, smirking coldly.

Madam: "You wrecked my mansion again, no more talk, pay up now!"

Flame Fosset: "Mansion? I'll wreck your leg!"

"Do you even know what a real mansion looks like? When my Chaos Hall is built, you'll see what luxury is!"

Flame Fosset rolled his eyes dismissively.

The madam, who was incredibly strong, grabbed his ear and coldly laughed, "Strip him! Pay what you owe or this old bastard won't leave!"

"Uh... let's talk it over. I'll have my disciple pay you ten times the amount next time!"

Four burly men grabbed him and stripped him down to his underwear.

Flame Fosset, now fully naked, collapsed in defeat, slapping his chest, promising that his disciple was rich and would never renege on the debt.

"Look! My disciple is coming!"

Flame Fosset suddenly pointed toward the alley.

The madam and her gang turned around, but saw nothing, confused.

However, when they turned back, Flame Fosset had already pulled up his pants and was running away at full speed, summoning a large black tiger and shaking a bronze bell, causing a crisp sound.

Flame Fosset: "All disciples of the Chaos Sect, listen up!"

"No matter where you are, head straight to Pondenorlin City. It's time to settle accounts with the dragon clan!"

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Meanwhile, in the underground casino of Pondenorlin City...

A man with a thick beard, after losing his last gold coin, was thrown out by the casino staff. He sat on the ground, pulling out half a bottle of rum from his pocket and gulping it down.

After a loud burp, he frowned and tossed the bottle aside. Looking up at the darkened sky, a gleam of clarity returned to his previously blurry eyes.

"Eh? Victor's aura is gone? This little guy actually did it."

Glacier smiled with a sense of relief, pulling out a faintly blue crystal, Ancient Sword God's Finger.

He then instinctively checked his pocket, muttering to himself, "Looks like... I don't have money for more booze. I'll have to kill a few dragons for cash."

In Golden City, inside a bright church...

"Was the plan supposed to go like this? If the dragon clan is this easy to deal with, why are we hiding in the empire's sewers?"

Grevor's face darkened as he gently shook a small bronze cauldron in his hand, which resonated with the sound of Flame Fosset's bronze bell.

After some thought, Grevor decided to answer the call of his master.

A spatial rift opened, and a Golden Griffin poked its head through.

Just as Grevor was about to set off, an elderly figure suddenly appeared.

"God's Envoy, in such a hurry, are you heading out to preach?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, his white eyebrows hanging down, his age unclear.

Grevor's heart jolted with fear, but he quickly suppressed it and greeted the elder with a gentle smile.

"Immortal... King of the Light Dragons."