Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 171 171: Too Big, Way Too Big!

Orson froze for a moment as the notification ended. Sure enough, a dark shadow loomed in the distance—it had to be the sandstorm orchestrated by the game.

But seriously, what was wrong with this game? He came here to obliterate some NPCs, yet the system insisted on throwing gimmicks at him, calling it an "opportunity to escape." The blatant mockery was almost palpable. With a resigned shrug, Orson rolled his eyes.

"Heretic! Your end is near!"

"For the saintess candidate, we will rid the world of this scourge!"

Orson found himself utterly speechless as a large number of NPCs began hurling insults at him. Fortunately, the rapidly advancing sandstorm soon obscured their vision.

"Cleanse this filth in the name of the Empire's will!"

At the command of Red-robed Archbishop Karquil, more than thirty elite Holy Light Order guards charged toward Orson, braving the storm. Simultaneously, the system triggered a three-minute countdown for him to escape.

Orson shook his head in exasperation. With so many "target dummies" charging at him, it was the perfect chance to test his new gear.

With a casual gesture, he tore open a spatial rift.

A pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the void, followed by a deafening roar. Amid the swirling sands, the Crimson Lizard King unleashed its wrath, its massive maw opening wide to release a devastating Chaos Breath.

Critical Hit: -18,000!

Critical Hit: -18,000!

The deadly breath swept across the battlefield, eliciting shrieks from over a dozen NPCs.

Orson wasn't the only one growing stronger. The Crimson Lizard King had also advanced significantly. At level 45, with Devour Growth (300%) maxed out, its attack power had reached an astonishing 10,000. Even the weakest Holy Light Order guards, boasting HP in the millions, couldn't withstand its ferocity. A single Chaos Breath reduced many of their health bars by a third.

"Protect the archbishop! Take down that monster!" one of the Holy Light archers shouted.

Ten archers armed with serpentine war bows unleashed a barrage of enchanted arrows, filling the air with streaks of light.

"Only kids fight fair. Adults... we cheat." Orson chuckled, mounting the Crimson Lizard King to soar into the sky.

-1,800!

Critical Hit: -3,600!

The arrows struck the Crimson Lizard King, but the damage barely scratched its massive HP pool.

Orson directed the beast to hover above the sandstorm, where most of the enchanted arrows and thrown spears failed to reach due to the storm's turbulence.

"Hmm... let's test a basic attack first."

Taking a deep breath, Orson aimed a Chaos Magic Ball at the ground below.@@@@

"What the...? Why is it this big!?"

"God's Wrath... Descend!"

As Orson spoke, the moonlight dimmed, and the sandstorm's tornadoes came to a halt.

Dragon Curse Mutation Activated – Magic Volume Increased by 5x!

"Doomsday... the Dragon King's punishment has come!"

"This catastrophe will plunge the world into chaos again!"

"Great gods, save your people!"

Below, the NPCs trembled uncontrollably, many falling to their knees as they began praying. Their battle spirit had vanished entirely.

Orson turned stiffly to gaze at the massive object blocking the moonlight. His heart skipped a beat.

"...It's... way too big! And I'm within the blast zone!"

Without hesitation, he activated his Divine Emperor Earrings and had the Crimson Lizard King carry him into a spatial tunnel.

The kilometer-wide asteroid descended slowly—a veritable mountain falling from the sky. Its thunderous impact dwarfed the spectacle of his previous three meteors combined.

The sheer pressure blanketed the battlefield, forcing the NPCs to tremble instinctively. It wasn't just a magical catastrophe—it was the primal fear of calamity itself.

As the dust settled, Red-robed Archbishop Karquil dismounted calmly. A holy glow emanated from his clouded eyes.

"Heretic, you deserve to die," Karquil declared coldly.

Orson chuckled mockingly. "Take a good look at what you've done. You fell for that woman's lies, nailed the ancient teleportation array in place, and let foreign invaders slaughter my people. You're the one who deserves to die."

Karquil's face darkened as he raised a white staff and slammed it into the ground.

"Heaven's Blade, Descend!"

From the heavens, thirty angelic projections descended. Elderly figures with white wings, serene maidens, and men wielding holy bows each merged with an NPC guard, healing their wounds and transforming their appearances.

"Oh, please. If angels were so effective, we wouldn't have demons running rampant," Orson sneered inwardly.

[War Angel Karquil: Level 60]

[One of the Twelve Red-robed Archbishops]

[HP: 60,000,000]

[Attack Power: ???]

[Skills: ????]