Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 746: 746: I Believe You Can Do It

“Has a bit of my flair. Hmph.”

Orb watched, hungry-eyed yet still wearing his usual look of disdain. Anything the original could do, he could as well. Given time, he would surpass him.

“What good is flair if you can’t keep it coming, brother? Quantity matters,” Org chuckled.

Orb’s face darkened. “What a boring stomp.”

Each of them only had one percent of the original’s power.

It sounded trivial. In practice, it was enough to rise in almost any Infinite Dimensions world with ease.

If both avatars found their fortunes and grew to completion, then when the three became one again, they would crush heaven and earth alike.

Above the stars, his Divine Domain fully unfolded.

No matter how exalted a demon’s flesh, it would be erased under an endless storm of spellfire.

The Gu Sovereign had just been blasted into rancid sludge.

Next was the Devourer, the one who turned men into mindless cannibals.

He breathed once.

Then again.

The ancient wind goddess cried out in a thousand voices, and a chain of emerald lights rose before Orson. A legion of Chaos spears howled as they charged, tearing through everything in their path.

The Devourer, hidden within a spinning black vortex, recoiled in terror and fled faster than thought.

Orson’s output was beyond belief. Faster than the Arrow God’s rate of fire, more direct than the Weapon God’s ruthless assault.

“This is impossible…”

Below, Bellara stood speechless as the so-called world-eater fled in a panic, hurtling hundreds of kilometers in seconds.

“Run? Where?” Orson’s snort was colder than the void.

With Divinity’s All-Seeing effect, a lock meant a hit. There was no escape.

The Devourer’s twisted mask-face shrieked as its massive body sprouted a forest of spears, each wreathed in Chaos flame. The thousand-meter carcass caught fire, the stench of burning corruption carrying even to the battlefield below.

Damage Reduction – 1,570,000,000

“Still alive?”

Orson’s eyes narrowed. He snapped into Sword God form, pivoted, and carved three rifts into space.

Maiming Strike – 230,000,000

Black blood fell like a waterfall as the true body revealed itself: a lower Demon God called the Calamity of False Flesh, eight-armed and eyeless, capable of stealth and shrinking. Its face was a cavernous abyss lined with fangs. Terror incarnate.

And it screamed.

“No living thing escapes these eyes.”

He smiled without warmth. Even without sight, fifteen years of fighting Bellara had honed his sense for hostile intent to a razor’s edge. Any ripple in space, any flicker of malice, and he would pounce.

Two more lower Demon Gods surged through a screen of lesser demons, one from the left, one from the right. Smarter than the usual brood, they had read the danger of his long-range bombardment and risked everything to force the close.

“This sky, this earth… I decide how they move.”

He lifted the Chaos blade, voice low. “Chaos: Frost-Dragon Heavensword.”

One slash. Space froze. A spectral blue dragon snapped out like a whip, its path impossible to track. The technique was born from Eternal Frost Prison, warped into a blade. Anything it touched was shackled, movement suppressed from ninety-nine percent down to fifty, depending on the target’s resilience.

Ice crackled.

Every lesser demon in the dragon’s path froze and shattered into dust.

The two Demon Gods were quickly coated in frost again, their motions snarled.

“Did I say you could run?”

His voice was colder than the hail. The Devourer, relying on its unique damage-eating mechanics, faltered, panic choking its throat.

“Chaos: Grasp of the Underlord.”

“Chaos: Grasp of the Underlord.”

Again and again.

Magic: maximum enlargement.

He stepped onto an array of six-pointed stars. Dozens of titanic hands reached down together and struck. The Devourer’s colossal mass crumpled like a nail hammered into wood.

Critical Hit!

A lower Demon God, crushed into a puddle of foul sludge.

“Orson!”

Darulunina’s eyes shone, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.

“That’s my boss! That’s my boss!” Nuhachit howled, hopping like a maniac, grabbing anyone nearby to brag and sob in the same breath. “He waves a hand and demons die!”

“Chaos God! Unrivaled!”

Soldiers who moments ago were breaking now roared themselves hoarse, desperate to pour their strength into him.

“To lose to him is no shame. He outstrips my ancestors. He will be the guardian god of the Eternal.”

Cain, torn and bleeding, stared into the void. To be this man’s servant was an honor.

“This little brat…”

Bellara laughed through gritted teeth. Never in her nightmares had she imagined the arrogant boy she used to flatten at will would become a terror like this.

Two Demon Gods dead already. With his momentum, the remaining four were a matter of time.

She drew a long breath. Maybe, just maybe, they could scour the Demon brood from the Sunforge sky.

“Not over.”

BlazeKing’s voice drifted up from where he sat drinking with Org.

Bellara’s smile froze. “What do you mean?”

“Broodmother,” he said simply.

Her heart clenched. Of course.

As long as the source lived, given time to breathe, the Demon Gods would return. She herself had watched the Fire God obliterate all six. Yet here they were again.

A dry rattling rolled through the void. Far beyond, a pallid gray light dripped down.

Caterpillar-like demons drifted together and began to feed.

“They’re eating each other,” Nuhachit blurted.

The swarm was a stew of ranks: low, mid, and high, some strong enough to match kings. Now they tore into one another without a flicker of thought, gnawing and choking down chunks of the same flesh.

In less than a minute only one larva remained. It cocooned itself.

Plague Cocoon.

A sickening hiss. Green death-smog belched from the shell as it split, and a fresh Plague Gu Sovereign crawled free.

“Over there too!”

Faces went white. Another mass of the Devourer breed devoured itself and birthed a brand new Devourer, still at lower god strength.

Bellara’s cheeks drained. So that was how the six came back.

With an army in the billions, the Broodmother could spawn top-tier royals at will.

You could crush six in a row and it would never end.

“This… this is unwinnable,” Estrella whispered, despair gnawing her core.

They had underestimated the Demons completely. Of course the gods could not cleanse them like weeds.

“This much trouble?”

Orson frowned at the endless tide pouring in from the depths. Even he felt a twinge of helplessness. How many years would it take to kill them down past the threshold at which they stopped cannibalizing anew?

“One last drink, Org,” BlazeKing said, standing with an easy grace, tipping back a clay jug and finishing it in a single swallow.

“Old brother… what are you doing?”

Org stared at him. The man’s outline was fading, the ring of Chaos Soil beneath him flaking to dust. He looked ready to vanish.

“Orgod, I came to point the way for you. Now you must point the way for everyone else.”

BlazeKing laughed, luminous. He stepped forward into the starry sea, his figure blooming into a single brilliant star.

He brushed past Orson, close enough for their eyes to meet. His smile was warm.

“I believe you can do it.”