Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

“This is insane… who the hell was it that claimed Orgod was dead? Open your damn eyes and tell me—who the hell is controlling all three battlefronts right now?”

“Holy crap, five clones simultaneously suppressing three regions? What kind of operation is this?”

The livestream exploded in disbelief as Orson appeared across multiple battlefronts.

Inside the Lord’s Manor, Orson’s field of vision flickered rapidly between perspectives, his eyes darting like lightning.

King’s Authority: Tenfold Gravity!

King’s Authority: Starseal!

Two Supreme Soul Disc clones unleashed their law powers, spinning their staffs in a relentless storm of magical firepower.

One moment, he had the Golden Clone crushing the imperial forces at the city walls.

The next, the Purple-Gold Clone cooperated with Bradley to break Body Domination and deliver a 99-hit juggle combo, temporarily sealing the Water Spirit King.

The battle log scrolled like a torrent. Orson had transformed into a literal war machine, clearing the path for the player coalition’s counterattack.

“This is what you call master-class clone control!” the female commentator gasped, while SirLagsALot chuckled. “Basic fundamentals, folks.”

Only die-hard fans who understood the peak of mage gameplay knew that five clones weren’t even this man’s limit. In the world finals of Sword and Conquest, Orgod had once divided his interface into eight screens after his team wiped, nearly pulling off an impossible solo comeback by micro-controlling eight summoned elementals simultaneously.

On Forever City’s flank:

“Pathetic! Without your dragons, you think you can match us Dragon Knights?”

“Kill the traitors of the Platinum family! Exterminate these turncoats!” a Purple-Gold Dragon Rider sneered.

Drunken Dream swapped to his legendary knight’s shield, deflecting the searing breath attacks with Lilith supporting him from behind. His precious warhorse was incinerated into ash instantly.

Drunken Dream’s face darkened. He knew very well—take down the leader first.

He launched himself onto the Purple-Gold Dragon’s back, stunning it with his shield skill before following up with a sharp upward lance strike that sent the rider flying.

“Madman!” Drunken Dream shouted.

“On it!” Madman had long been in sync with him. Instantly, he turned into a puddle of shadow, swapping positions mid-air.

“You have successfully siphoned 10% of target’s health!”

“You have stolen legendary armor: [Purple Dragon Guard Plate]!”

Madman grinned viciously, his health surging to tank levels as he stabbed away like a man possessed.

The disarmed Dragon Knight stared at his now-bare chest, horrified by the sudden loss of defense.

With the Orgod clones providing fire support, the other players vaulted onto dragon backs, engaging the riders in close combat to suppress their breath attacks and large AOE.

Otherwise, the dragons’ massive AOE would devastate even their own allies.

“Forbidden curse nearing completion! Break through at any cost!” Imperial Marshal Hugh Jackman roared.

The Dragon Knights’ mounts lit up with destruction auras around their necks.

“Unleash the breath attacks! Don’t worry about hitting me!” the Purple-Gold Dragon Rider bellowed, grinning at Madman.

“Shit… these guys are insane,” Madman cursed, sensing danger.

Dozens of deadly breath attacks surged forward. Even the Saint Lord-class rider and his mount were within the blast zone.

The searing heat washed over them like molten air, yet their backs went cold. Even Drunken Dream, heavily shielded, might not survive this barrage.

“Screw it! Release the dragons!” Demon Emperor shouted, smashing aside his opponent.

Unlike Drunken Dream, he didn’t see beasts as precious. To him, they were expendable resources.

Everyone hesitated for a moment. Releasing the dragons would temporarily halt the assault but at a heavy cost. Even Quarla, a pseudo-dragon king, couldn’t endure such focused breath fire.

“King’s Authority.”

“Crimson Thirst.”

At that moment, the blood clone—previously silent—finally spoke.

“Dammit, I thought you disconnected!” Drunken Dream cursed.

“You have received the [Hellfire] buff!”

“You are under the influence of [Crimson Thirst].”

A notification popped for everyone, as a strange red aura enveloped them, like being immersed in a warm ocean of blood.

“What the hell…” Bulletproof World froze, inspecting the buff.

“Infinite… resurrection? And Hellfire turns slain enemies into undead units!” ShatteredCrown gasped.

“Supreme Soul Disc Clone (Blood Form)”

“Passive: Hellfire Cloak”

“Effect: When King’s Authority is activated, all allied guild/army members in range receive the [Hellfire] buff, allowing them to turn slain enemies into controllable undead for five minutes, with partial retention of their original combat power.”

“King’s Authority (Weakened): Crimson Thirst.”

“Effect: For 10 minutes, all allied guild/army members in range have unlimited resurrection. 2-hour cooldown.”

“Slaughter them all! Burn the Light Dragon Empire to ashes with the flames of our vengeance!” the blood clone declared before going silent again.

“Holy crap! I’m gonna die laughing!” Madman burst into maniacal laughter, standing defiantly in the midst of the breath storm. “We can’t die! I’m gonna strip every last piece of gear off you bastards!”

“This is… only a clone’s skill. His true self must be unfathomable,” Bulletproof World muttered, awestruck.

She glanced around. To her surprise, everyone else looked nonchalant, which confused her even more.

“Let your imaginations run wild, but don’t compare yourself to monsters. We guild masters may compete, but nobody’s dumb enough to compare with that,” Empress of the Moon said with a smile.

Demon Emperor chuckled bitterly. “With his power, he could’ve devoured this whole empire solo. But instead… he dragged us along for the ride.”

Just then, the breath barrage subsided.

“For the Empire…” the Purple-Gold Dragon Rider gasped. Though mortally injured by friendly fire, his thick health pool barely kept him alive. Body Domination activated, patching him up.

“For Bairinador! For the honor of the Dragon Knights!”

He rallied his troops, preparing to lead the dragons straight for the Lord’s Manor.

“For your grandmother’s head—freeze right there!” Madman snapped.

The Dragon Rider stiffened, looking down in horror. A scorched hand had grabbed his ankle.

“Nice shoes you got there. Gotta be at least legendary tier, right?”

Madman grinned, his thieving skill flaring up again.

“Failed theft.”

“You have successfully stolen: [Purple Dragon Guard Boots] (Legendary, Level 80).”

Madman burst into wicked laughter. Another piece looted. The once-proud Dragon Rider now stood in nothing but his underpants.

“You…” The rider was dumbfounded, watching Madman’s previously empty health bar shoot back to full.

At the same time, Drunken Dream rose, brushed the ash off his armor, and swapped positions once more.

With a flash of his lance, Drunken Dream pierced the half-naked Dragon Rider straight through the chest, hoisting his impaled body high for all to see.

He scanned the stunned, horrified Dragon Knights and declared coldly, “I am the Silver Dragon Knight’s champion. I grant you the honor of dying in battle.”

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!