Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 380 - : Extreme Violent Consumption!
"There's a huge number of Golden Dragons coming from the direction of Purple Thunder Fortress! What the hell? Is the game about to shut down?"
"Oh my god! The size of that dragon is insane! The Golden Dragon King!"
"Bro, I just hit level 20, does that mean I can start hunting dragons now?"
Players near the boundary between Purple Thunder Fortress and Pondenorlin City, who were grinding monsters, all stared blankly at the sky.
This group of dragons, all connected, looked like sprawling golden palaces hanging in the sky!
Without a doubt, this force had the power to destroy the world!
It could easily wipe out the vast majority of the empire's forces, and the players looked like insignificant mobs in comparison.
"The Purple-Gold Dragon King is on its way!"
"The Thunder Dragon King will appear to oversee the battle!"
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"Viscount Tyler of The Golden House, Dragon Knight, is hunting. You cannot leave the Pondenorlin City area!"
Seberk: "We are the will of the empire, those who defy us—will die!"
The voice of the dragon echoed through the sky, spreading an overwhelming pressure, causing the hundreds of thousands of players surrounding Pondenorlin City to tremble with fear.
[Golden Clan · High-level Dragon · Seberk: Level 80]
[The Golden House · Viscount Tyler's Saint Lord-Class Battle Beast]
[HP: 400 million]
[Attack Power: ?]
[Crit Rate: ?]
[Skills: ?]
"Orgod!! You killed my brother! I will make sure you fall into the abyss of hell forever!"
From the back of the Golden Dragon Seberk, a Dragon Knight in golden armor roared.
Aside from Golden Dragon King Soros, all the other Golden Dragons had a Dragon Knight sitting atop them—noble heirs of The Golden House.
Not only had Orson slain the guarding Golden Dragon, but he had also killed Dragon Knight Bibienne, and now, The Golden House was sending out their strongest forces, the Golden Dragons, all in pursuit of revenge!
"Forever fall into hell?"
Orson, standing atop the city walls, gave a faint smile and responded, "I am hell. I am the apocalyptic disaster!"
His voice spread across the entire Pondenorlin City, causing even the players who had almost lost hope to be shaken to their core.
"My god! He's a complete maniac!" Magical Fiancée looked at him with wild admiration.
"He's completely insane."
Even Blank, who was always proud and indifferent, couldn't help but glance his way.
Could this guy really be planning to take on the Golden Dragons all by himself?!
"We're about to enter range. Get ready. I'll draw the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders here," Orson turned to Blank and the others and said.
Demon Emperor's eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, as excited as a wild bull: "If you feel the pressure, I don't mind taking down a few of those Golden Dragons for you!"
"No need for that. The dragons you will face will be even stronger," Orson shook his head.
Bradley: "What do you mean? Orson, aren't the Golden Dragons already riding Dragon Knights?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Orson smiled, taking a deep breath, mentally calculating the distance: "45 kilometers, 43 kilometers..."
He was going to wear down the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders first, using the maximum range of his abilities.
If the Purple-Gold Dragon Riders and Golden Dragons joined forces, his plans would face serious complications.
"Supreme Supreme Soul Disc!"
The Supreme Arcane Blade flew from Orson's hand, and the surrounding space immediately darkened. The magic sword let out a booming sound, and twelve Bright Galaxy orbs appeared around it, glowing with strange light.
The Supreme Soul Disc began to spin slowly, and five of the Bright Galaxy orbs cracked open, emitting brilliant white light.
"This skill is completely beyond what's understandable," Magical Fiancée said, astonished.
The top players from each guild in attendance had complicated expressions. Even if they were rich, it was impossible to possess a full set of unsealed Artifacts.
"I Orson came out of the stone!" Bradley shouted in surprise, making everyone laugh.
Crack
Five identical figures of Orson emerged from the shattered Bright Galaxy stones, making it nearly impossible to distinguish which one was the real Orson.
The six Orsons' gazes sharpened as the two powerful dragons entered range.
"Magic Eye!"
"Mirror of Folding!"
With two soft calls from Orson, the God-Emperor Earrings transformed into a streak of light that flew high into the sky, locking onto the three Purple-Gold Dragon Riders.
Awakening · Hurricane Spear!
Awakening · Hurricane Spear!
Orson and his five avatars launched their attack together. Chaos Hexagrams interwoven in front of them, dim red light reflecting on Orson's face, like a god of slaughter!
Hoo! Hoo!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The Hurricane Spears flew forward like six nearly transparent divine weapons shot through the space net.
The Mirror of Folding shone brightly, accelerating the magic by five times!
A massive magical fluctuation ripped through space, exposing a terrifying spatial distortion!
"Not good! Enemy attack!"
A Purple-Gold Dragon noble shouted, looking up at the space in front of him. He saw strange flashes of light and instinctively raised his dragon spear to block.
However, as soon as he lifted his arm, his dragon shook violently, blood splattering everywhere. Two Hurricane Spears slammed into the Purple-Gold Dragon's scales, almost piercing through the entire dragon's body.
Critical Hit - 1.2 million!
Magic Residual Damage!
Critical Hit - 400,000!
Magic Residual Damage!
The three Purple-Gold Dragons were hit simultaneously, releasing a series of angry roars, but they couldn't do anything to Orson.
"40 kilometers of range? This is too insane!" Magical Fiancée said, wide-eyed.
The casters in the crowd were stunned. Not only was the range extraordinary, but the accuracy was also terrifying.
"Human missile system, and six launchers... What the hell!" a mage couldn't help but comment.
Orson remained calm, multitasking as he quickly switched interfaces: "Whisper of the Wind!"
Blue light circled his arms, increasing his attack speed and spellcasting speed.
The six Gods of Magic almost simultaneously began casting Chaos Magic Balls, sending them hurtling toward the Purple-Gold Dragons like a tsunami.
Boom! Boom!
The Purple-Gold Dragons were immediately surrounded by the Chaos Magic Balls, and under the God-Emperor Earrings' precise targeting, there was no escape. They could only huddle down and take the full force with their health.
Critical Hit - 500,000!
Critical Hit - 130,000!
Burning - 41,500!
Even though the Purple-Gold Dragons, as upgraded water dragons, had the highest health among the Four Great Dragons, they couldn't withstand the exaggerated range and attack speed.
Orson's primary target lost health at a frightening speed, dropping over 12 million HP in no time.
Top players were in complete shock. Whether they were Leaderboards-ranked elites or rich guild gods, against the violent output from the six Gods of Magic, all were rendered meaningless!
Such godlike power was no longer from the same plane of existence as normal players.
"Fighting this guy? You might as well kill me first!"
