Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 212 212: Super Chaos!

Background: Thousands of years ago, Celestial Fortress fell, and the Battle Saint Darkbo was sealed by the God-Emperor. Though time has left scars on him, he still retains most of his power before the seal. He eagerly seeks someone to free him from the endless torment of the years...

In front of Orson, a brief description of the Battle Saint appeared.

With only a fraction of his original health remaining—500 million HP reduced to a mere 10,000—based on the information, the Battle Saint retained nearly all of his combat abilities!

Something is definitely wrong here.

Orson suspected that Darkbo might be a monster with an extremely bizarre battle mechanism. His low health pool was likely a facade. It was like an ultra-rich person wearing anti-magic gear, fighting a regular player. The health might appear close, but once the fight starts, it's a whole different story. The player's strongest attack may not even break the rich person's defense.

Moreover, based on the current information, Darkbo was second only to the God-Emperor within the Celestial Legion. If he weren't extremely strong, Orson wouldn't believe it.

The most crucial thing, however, was that unlike other ethereal spirits or heroic souls, this old man in front of him was very much real.

"Anger Blood Gladiator" countdown: 1 minute. The teleportation portal to Celestial Fortress will close shortly!"

The prompt rang out again, and all the players on the first battlefield saw a two-way teleportation portal appear in front of them. They received two prompts:

"Would you like to teleport back to the main city?" "Would you like to participate in the Anger Blood Gladiator event?"

Wedge glanced at DonutWizard hesitantly.

At the maze's exit, the SSR group awaited their allies. They were looking for weak spots in the NPC defense, trying to avoid areas occupied by the dragons and launch a surprise attack on Celestial Fortress's key nodes. However, with the 1v1 deathmatch mode now triggered, it had completely disrupted their plans.

C-Team: "Sorry, we're just here to assist our allies, not to die. Hope you understand."

"Scaredy-cats! If you're going to leave, leave now!" Reaver furiously shouted at the UC guild, seeing them preparing to retreat.

C-Team: "I'm scared, but I'd rather be scared than foolishly die. Those dragons can't be stopped by Orgod, and even if the King of Hell showed up, they'd still lose!"@@@@

UC-Xinghai: "It's not that I don't want to help you. There's no point in trying to capture Celestial Fortress."

"I know, but I just want to see him die. It's that simple." Wedge replied calmly, with a smile, unbothered by the situation.

"Crazy woman..." muttered C-Team, before issuing a guild-wide notice for players to retreat.

Area Announcement: "[World Dominators] has chosen to withdraw from the Celestial Fortress area."

"This land of the Empire will not be desecrated! The Xian family will obliterate Crimson Butcher Orgod's lair!"

The roar of a thousand voices surged.

Drunken Dream's gaze sharpened. Behind him, hundreds of silver-armored knights appeared—these were the elite Silver Dragon Iron Guards, part of the Light Dragon Empire's Duke Xian's forces. They had answered the call of the God-Emperor's heirs to slay Orgod, the Triple Crown winner!

These soldiers rode silver dragons or terrifying silver wolves, their armor shining as brightly as stars. Their strength far surpassed the average soldiers.

"This is chaos... How many factions are involved in this?" Drunken Dream gasped, unable to fathom the scale of the impending battle.

As the countdown ended, countless blood-red beams of light descended from the sky, flashing across players, NPCs, and monsters, randomly assigning them to 1v1 battles.

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"Match successful!"

A pillar of red light formed, and the players found themselves suddenly transported to a grand arena.

"Attention! You will now face the leader of the Dragonkind Imperial Guard!"

"Engage in combat to the death, adventurer!"

A 34-level thief from the Unmatched guild stood stunned, looking up at his opponent in disbelief: "I... I'm going to fight you?!"

Before him stood a towering figure over 2.5 meters tall, wielding a massive war hammer thicker than the thief's body, with a health bar that reached millions. This was the Imperial Guard Commander!

But the true focus of the chaos was still Orson and Cain. Neither had been selected for the gladiator match. Instead, their opponent was none other than the living Battle Saint Darkbo—an actual king-level life form!

Darkbo's deep, abyss-like eyes slowly walked toward the middle of the arena, positioning himself between Orson and Cain.

Battle Saint Darkbo: "Who is the challenger? Step forward."

"I..." Orson began to speak, ready to take on the challenge, when suddenly he froze.

Cain, the lord, knelt on one knee and spoke with reverence: "Great Battle Saint Darkbo, I carry the God-Emperor's bloodline. I am a descendant of the God-Emperor. Please allow me to pass. The Celestial Fortress power core will forever be under your command. Let the God-Emperor clan rise again and rule the Infinite Dimensions once more!"

Cain's gaze flickered as he shot a mocking glance at Orson.

"You motherf—" Orson nearly exploded in anger. Just a moment ago, this guy had been so full of bravado, and now he was kissing up for favor? What kind of NPC is this?