Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 202 202: The Eternal Burning Flame!

"He's dead! The King of Assassins from the Slaughter Guild is dead!"

"There's hope! Lord Shimoji actually drove back the US Sorcerer!"

"S-level Spirit Tamer is about to arrive! S-level Apocalypse Knight is already teleporting!"

With the death of Blank, who had slaughtered over a hundred UJ region players, the morale of the UJ players instantly soared. Only Shimoji stood frozen in place, a mixture of excitement and confusion on his face: "Could it be... he's afraid of me?"

Ghost Warrior was a special warrior class that combined the body of a typical warrior with the agility of a thief. This made them extremely advantageous when fighting both warriors and thieves, leaving mages at a severe disadvantage in close combat.

"No matter how strong he is, he can't break through the class limitations," Shimoji thought, confidence surging within him. In the previous game, he had fought Reaver and narrowly lost to a single strike. Reaver, who was once a teammate of Orson, was someone Shimoji felt he could now defeat, especially after gaining a huge boost to his skill level from his training in the Realm of Virtual Gods.

Now, facing Reaver again, Shimoji felt confident that he could crush him.

"Drunken Dream, the US's top Dragon Knight, killed Orgod. With my strength, I can do the same!" Shimoji's thoughts raced. "Shimoji is invincible! Let Naoko pay for his wrong choice!"

"Us UJ warriors were born to dominate here!" Shimoji's followers shouted, rallying in excitement. Since the King of Assassins was slain by a Ghost Warrior, perhaps the UJ region's elite players could trap this man here once and for all.

"This is impossible... The Triple Crown winner is actually backing down?"

"Not only does he fear the NPC army, but he won't even face these UJ bandits. What does he want to do?!"

"I should've known better than to trust this guy! Damn it!"

The mood among the US players plummeted. They had followed Demon Emperor's call largely because of the myth Orgod had created—'taxing the UJ region'. But now, the man himself was retreating!

Kawakita spoke up, "We've won! We don't need to kill Orgod here, just hold him off so he doesn't reach Celestial Fortress!"

"The Saint Slayer Syndicate has arrived!"

The UJ region players erupted in cheers as the three top guilds of the UJ region appeared on the battlefield!

At the front was a Rank A Apocalypse Knight holding a gorgeous warhammer, his body surrounded by holy light. He rode a Lord-Class Earth Dragon War Beast!

"The Emperor's Might Guild is here! They have S-level Oracle Enchanters and possess flying mounts!"@@@@

A glowing ancient teleportation array flared once again, and a cold, proud woman with silver hair down to her waist appeared.

"An S-level Enchanter, things are getting interesting." Orson still showed no signs of moving, his gaze indifferent as he watched the battle below.

"Spatial Anchor teleportation has begun." Ishinaka spoke calmly, her silver staff waving, causing brilliant spatial runes to spread from her feet.

"I need to see your unyielding will!"

"I need to see your towering rage!"

Orson's expression hardened, and he suddenly shouted, "I demand—every UJ player die and offer up their souls to the US Soul of Heroes!!"

A wave of golden text bombarded the screens of all the players, six golden dragons dancing and roaring in unison!

Everyone froze in shock. The blood that ran through their veins seemed to boil with intense fervor.

"Kill him... kill him now!"

At this moment, a new message appeared in the live stream of SirLagsALot.

It was from a small guild leader, whose tone shifted from hesitation to absolute resolve. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

"Watch the stream? I don't give a damn about Celestial Fortress!"

"I'm just an angry young man, I'm done watching! I'm logging in now!"

Soon, the entire screen was filled with a single word:

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

The intent to kill was clear!

"Teleport? Oh my god! How could so many people teleport here in an instant?"

The players caught in the chaos were stunned as teleportation beams shot into the sky. A massive white light formed as hundreds of players poured into the battlefield.

This was the terrifying power of the Soul of Heroes!

"This is the real forbidden spell!" one player cried out in awe.

"This is the true embodiment of the will of countless US ancestors!"

SirLagsALot trembled with excitement. The intense emotional waves almost triggered a "decompression" warning in the game pod.

"Real battle is in the third battlefield!" SirLagsALot exclaimed, giving instructions to his colleagues to continue the broadcast while he rushed to the third battlefield to split the live screen for simultaneous coverage.