Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 688: 688: The Gods Only Offer You False Glory

“Wow~~~”

Berenice’s small body burst into radiant light, swiftly transforming into her elven dragon form.

The roar that followed made everyone sweat. They seriously questioned if she was just there for comic relief.

“Long live the Dragon Empress!”

“The Empress reigns supreme across the Infinite Dimensions!”

…

The other dragons joined in her chant, their voices thundering in sync, pouring out exaggerated praise without hesitation.

“I regret not eating her when I had the chance.”

Only Aeloria remained unimpressed, blood-red eyes narrowing as she snorted coldly.

There was something about Berenice that unsettled her—something different from any dragon she’d ever encountered.

Orson gave a bitter smile. He could understand Aeloria’s killing intent.

According to Drunken Dream, if the Dark Dragon King Rebellion ever sacrificed himself, Berenice would ascend another tier—evolving into a full-fledged God Dragon.

At that point, Berenice would no longer be Aeloria’s future meal, but a powerful rival worthy of wariness.

“Hello there~~”

“Goodbye now~~”

Berenice waved her claws playfully as she zipped through the Blackwind Barrier like a wisp of green ghostlight.

“What the hell is that thing… A high-tier Heaven Demon? Even a quasi-God barrier doesn’t stop it!”

Inside the city, adventurers froze.

Nightblade’s eyes flared with shock. “Whatever it is, it only has five HP—kill it!”

Thousands of ranged adventurers raised their weapons and unleashed high-grade skills.

Bradley frowned.

“That’s a lot of A-rank awakened abilities. These alien players aren’t pushovers.”

Wedge added worriedly,

“She’ll be okay, right? And how the hell does she only have five HP?”

Orson glanced over with a calm smile at his old enemy.

“I don’t send my beasts to die. And I don’t abandon my teammates.”

Wedge felt a stab of shame.

Out of jealousy, she had dragged Orson down from the esports throne. But in the end, she was the one betrayed—stabbed in the back by Snow Dream.

A perfect karmic boomerang, landing squarely between her eyes.

A tidal wave of elemental power swept through the city, painting the sky with kaleidoscopic colors.

Dozens of elemental attacks surged like serpents, converging from all angles on Berenice.

“La la la la~ I’m soooo scared~”

Berenice yawned and taunted her attackers mid-flight.

Miss!

No effect!

Attack failed!

…

Question marks floated over her head like fireworks.

Inside the city, adventurers gawked.

Even Bradley and the others looked completely stunned.

“She didn’t cast any defensive skill. How is she not losing HP?”

Wedge gasped.

All attacks—skills, auto-attacks, even tracking abilities—somehow swerved at the last second, veering harmlessly away.

“Dragon Empress Authority…”

Velorith let out a low, reverent roar.

Even a Dragon King had to bow before what they were seeing.

Berenice, a streak of green lightning, darted through the city. No one could touch her.

“Is this… divine punishment?”

Nightblade murmured, his voice full of fear.

Artifacts, spells, physical weapons—none of it worked.

The strange creature tore through their vaults with impunity.

“Ooooh, look at this juicy core stone~ Mine now!”

Berenice plucked a massive barrier core from the heart of the city and casually stuffed it into the spatial pouch around her neck.

“Oh, my~ someone dropped their gold. Definitely mine now~”

She zipped into the black spire.

Screams of female adventurers echoed through the tower as she looted the entire treasury.

Madman gaped.

“Goddamn… if I could do that, no treasure chest would be safe, no secret stash untouched.”

Quarla’s eyes gleamed.

“My Empress is mighty! Disciple, I have a bold new plan!”

The two locked eyes.

In perfect sync, they shouted:

“The Gods’ Treasury!”

Wedge and Usher looked like they’d just swallowed flies.

No wonder they lost to the Godslayers.

These guys weren’t just strong—they were bandits, brazen enough to rob the gods themselves.

Bradley narrowed his eyes.

“She’s… weird. No level. No attack power. Five HP. But she can bypass any barrier?”

“Not strange at all.”

Orson chuckled.

“Her HP isn’t hers. It comes from nearby dragon beasts.”

“To be precise, as long as there are dragons nearby, they’ll instinctively protect her—shielding her from all harm.”

And her ability to phase through barriers?

That came from her racial inheritance—from the Holy Light Dragon King, Tulikiki.

Unless it was a true God-tier barrier, nothing could stop her.

Which meant that as long as her kin lived…

Berenice would remain completely invincible.

As for her “lottery skill”?

Utterly busted.

It randomly grants allies a buff ranging from E-rank all the way to SS-tier—sometimes even Forbidden Curses.

Any stat. Any effect.

She was, in essence, a walking gacha machine.

The black iron veil around the city dissolved.

Panic surged through Ignarion. Support hadn’t arrived—and already, doomsday was here.

Without the barrier, the three Dragon Kings could annihilate the city in minutes.

“WAHAHAHA! Ignarion dared to posture in front of Earth’s overlords?! Die screaming!”

Mabubu cackled.

For the first time in his miserable life, he got to be the bully.

And damn, it felt good.

“Tidal Devastation!”

Before Orson could even give the order, Mabubu had already cast an S-rank water spell, blasting adventurers off the city wall.

“You will never be forgiven by the gods!”

“Your beasts are mighty, but their masters are weak—focus fire and they’ll run!”

Nightblade roared defiantly, leaping into the air and unleashing a blade arc toward Mabubu.

“Help! Lord Orson!”

Mabubu squealed, diving behind Orson for cover.

“That line… sounds familiar.”

Orson smirked and looked at Usher.

Usher’s expression darkened.

Yeah, he used to think like that—back when he was naïve.

But now?

If Orson could tame Dragon Kings, his own power was definitely far from weak.

“Die.”

Usher’s fury finally found a target.

He raised his demon bow and unleashed a barrage of arrows, boosted by his Titan prosthetic and absurd attack speed.

Even with an S-rank sword skill, Nightblade’s slash shattered midair.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Every arrow landed clean between the eyes.

Fatal Strike!

Nightblade never stood a chance.

Over thirty elemental arrows turned his skull into a bloody pulp.

The Iron Triangle looked at each other, speechless.

Madman clicked his tongue.

“Not gonna lie… he’s fast. But also stupid accurate. I take back what I said—he’s almost at Raven’s level.”

High attack speed usually meant poor accuracy.

But Usher clearly wasn’t just rich—he had the raw talent to match.

“We… we surrender! Please, show mercy!”

Seeing Nightblade fall, Redlion—next strongest in the city—fell to one knee, begging for mercy.

Orson looked down at him, eyes cold.

“Too late.”

ROAR!

“No—”

Before Redlion could react, Aeloria spread her wings and led the charge.

Dragonfire rained down.

Ignarion became a sea of flames.

Adventurers fell like wheat under a scythe.

Despite desperate resistance, none could stand before the might of six Vilitian beasts.

In minutes, over half of Ignarion’s defenders—galactic warriors from countless worlds—were wiped out.

This was the price for unleashing the Abyss on Earth.

“I have the Abyss node device! Spare them, or I’ll destroy it!”

Redlion suddenly leapt up, yanking a node device from Nightblade’s corpse.

In his other hand, he held a high-tier magic scroll.

“The false gods only taught you to spread sin,”

Orson said, his eyes still glacial.

“But I’ll show you hope.”

He turned his gaze toward Redlion.

“Join me—

And take revenge on the gods

for the broken world they abandoned you to.”