Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 704: 704: Dust

Swish!

A cold gleam swept by. Orson’s eyes narrowed as he whipped around and launched a Hurricane Spear.

Boom!

A fierce gust burst forth, striking a dark silhouette mid-lunge and forcing it to retreat, vanishing into the shadows a heartbeat later.

“A pseudo-divine assassin, huh? I really hate assassins,” Orson said calmly.

“I am—”

The figure had just begun to speak when Orson’s Supreme Arcane Blade slashed forward.

“Don’t care what you are.”

Chaos Magic Balls rained down alongside Judgment Flames, bombarding the dark figure and blasting them back hundreds of meters.

With the Wind-element Forbidden Curse in effect, no matter how far the enemy fled, Orson’s spells would continue tracking—he only needed to observe the impact zone to lock onto his target.

“Annoying bastard,” the shadow cursed and quickly regrouped with the incoming pseudo-divine reinforcements.

“Vanish before the light,” came a soft sigh.

Xinala raised her angelic sword high. With a single strike, she split the Judgment Flame in half, causing it to explode in the air.

“Orgod, your unstoppable momentum has already doomed you,” Xinala said quietly.

“Even if your range surpasses ours, you’re now within our divine domains. You’ve lost,” the shadow figure cackled with malice.

One by one, six pseudo-gods revealed themselves, floating above Orson, casting their gaze down like celestial judges.

Each had once ruled the Era of Immortals, hailed by mortals as walking gods.

Now, they raised their blades against the mortal who had broken the rules.

Orson looked up, scanning the six of them as they blocked every possible path of escape.

Love Goddess: “It’s unfortunate that Flame Lord perished, but her death bought us time.”

Sakan: “The fall of another useless divine weapon. Nothing excites me more.”

Shadow: “Mortal, end your own life. All your belongings shall be divided among us. This is a gift from the Lord of Darkness.”

“You’re saying… you’ve surrounded me?” Orson’s lips curled into a smirk. Even under divine pressure, he stood unmoved, without a trace of fear.

“I’ll admit—you’re stronger than I imagined,” Xinala said, glancing at Moon Sovereign, frozen in stasis.

“In normal conditions, each of us surpasses you by leagues. Together, we could wipe out an entire Heaven Demon world.”

“And?” Orson raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Xinala remained serene, radiating holy light. “That dragon beast of yours—she is a forbidden product of the dragon race’s evolution. You need to hand her over.”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!!”

Berenice erupted with furious barking. Orson calmly shoved her little head down to shut her up.

“What else?” he asked, half-laughing.

Xinala: “Your sister. She has something that was never meant to be hers.”

The US Old God’s Divinity?

Orson’s heart clenched. He didn’t respond, but Xinala had clearly realized Sienna had inherited Tiamat’s legacy.

However, bound by the rules of Infinite Dimensions, she couldn’t lay a hand on an adventurer herself. That was the only reason she hadn’t moved yet.

“In the name of the Goddess of Radiance,” Xinala proclaimed, “if your sister returns what she’s taken, and you offer yourself in exchange, Earth may be spared the wrath of the gods.”

She spoke as if delivering a divine edict, face full of sanctimonious mercy. It made Orson want to vomit.

“Think carefully. Don’t let the seductive lies of the BlazeKing cloud your judgment.”

“The BlazeKing died a fool’s death—an example to all. The gods are watching your every move.”

Xinala sighed deeply, her eyes full of false compassion, as though she were talking down to a lost child.

These lapdogs of the gods were actually trying to negotiate with an adventurer?

Orson burst out laughing. Sakan and the others looked visibly displeased.

Two of their own had died already. It was clear this man wouldn’t be easy to take down.

They had all lived for centuries. Each one of them valued their own life dearly.

Solving the threat with minimal risk? That was the ideal outcome.

But Orson’s eyes darkened, and the laughter died in his throat.

“Let me ask you something: How many divisions of firepower do the gods command?”

They stared at him blankly—ancient relics, completely failing to grasp what he meant.

“You really think this is just a desperate last stand?” Xinala scoffed. Her eight wings flared open, and divine flames erupted skyward. A godlike pressure engulfed the land, forcing every pseudo-god except Sakan to retreat a few steps.

Divine Domain: Wrath of the Angels.

All attributes doubled. Any target within 20 kilometers would take massive true damage per second from Burning

At this level, Xinala’s strength approached that of a Lesser Divinity.

“Burning Immunity!”

“Burning Immunity!”

“Burning Immunity!”

Countless system prompts appeared as Orson stood unmoved in the eye of the divine firestorm.

He wasn’t tall. But at that moment, he stood like an ancient, immovable monument.

Miss. Miss. Miss.

Even the divine flames of heaven couldn’t touch him.

“I want you to know,” Orson began, voice like iron, “if my death could truly spare Earth from the gods and the Heaven Demons, I would die without hesitation.”

His eyes blazed with a warlike glow.

“But that will never happen. And since you traitors can’t shatter the chains of this world—then I, Orgod, will do it myself!”

“KILL!!!”

His battle cry echoed across the Lost World.

“Your spell attack power has increased!”

“Your spell attack power has increased!”

…

Orson began pouring skill points into raw stats.

All 100,000 attribute points.

Straight into Attack.

Within seconds, his magic attack power skyrocketed—to a mind-melting 160,000!

Far away, Usher finally broke free from Sakan’s restraint. He looked up, stunned, fists clenched so tightly his veins bulged.

He had the same US bloodline as Orgod. But while the true warrior was fighting gods, all he could do was watch—helpless.

The fury in his chest boiled over.

“ORGOD—KILL!!”

Usher roared at the top of his lungs, summoning a dark dragon to aid the fight. Even if it meant death, he would charge forward.

“What… is that?” the Love Goddess gasped.

Around them, divine domains began to churn, forming a massive perimeter. The elemental flow became visible, drawing a near-complete circle around the six pseudo-gods.

“Is someone casting a Forbidden Curse? That scale isn’t normal…” the Wood Spirit King muttered in disbelief.

“Awakened Skill: Frozen Hell!”

Orson’s voice was low. Xinala’s eyes went wide in alarm as the entire sky turned a haunting shade of blue.

Frost spread across the land in an instant.

And it wasn’t just one source.

Multiple ice barriers surged in from every direction—like massive glacial mountains on the move.

“Kill him first!” Sakan snarled, shattering the frost on his body with brute force. He’d seen enough battles to sense something was very, very wrong.

But it was already too late.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!

Hurricane Spears tore through the air, ripping open space itself.

Thousands of Chaos Magic Balls followed behind, turning the battlefield into a hellscape of magic.

“I asked you: How many divisions do the gods command? And how many lives do you have left?” Orson’s voice was cold and calm.

He’d been ready for them long before they arrived.

Eleven Supreme Soul Disc clones—already in position.

A divine net, waiting for its prey.

Artifact-grade Supreme Soul Disc clones weren’t counted as “challengers” by the system, so they didn’t show up on the minimap.

Orson had figured this out when he noticed summoned beasts were invisible on the map.

Each clone carried half his total stats.

And could activate Divine Domains.

That’s what made them truly broken.

Now, with himself included, twelve Infinite Dimensions Archmages were on the field.

Who still dared to call themselves “gods”?

Who still thought they’d walk out of here alive?

Supreme Firepower.

Full coverage.

“That’s his Artifact clone!”

“Kill him! Hurry! If we don’t… we’re going to die!”

The gods panicked as the unrelenting tide of magic tore toward them.

They unleashed their own divine auras and ultimate skills, trying to crush Orson before his full assault began.

“This isn’t even my final form. If my Soul Seal wasn’t on cooldown, I wouldn’t need a trap at all.”

Orson smiled wickedly.

Calmly, he raised the Queen of the Elves Statue.

With elegance, he took one last breath and whispered the words that would shatter their pride:

“Dust to dust. You’ve lived long lives… but in the end, you’re nothing but grains of sand.”