Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 336 - : The Fire God Descends!
With an almost guaranteed critical hit rate and an unbelievable attack speed exceeding 10.0, Orson's damage output was beyond monstrous. Each of his attacks landed with devastating precision, carving through the enemy's defenses like a hot blade through butter.
He quickly saw through the boss's grotesque design—the countless human faces covering the Cursed Fiend's torso might seem like its weak points, but in reality, they were nothing more than grotesque decorations.
Taking aim, Orson originally planned to shoot out their eyeballs, hoping to blind the boss, but he immediately dismissed the idea. After all, this mindless creature wasn't even relying on them for vision.
"Haah!"
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Seizing an opening, Trina launched a surprise assault. As a Domain Lord-Class warrior, she ignored the searing pain of Burning damage, using sheer force to propel herself onto the Cursed Fiend's back, where she unleashed a flurry of relentless slashes.
Their combined damage output was massive, yet against a boss boasting a terrifying 1.1 billion HP, it was like trying to douse a raging inferno with a single drop of water—utterly insignificant.
The Cursed Fiend let out a thunderous roar, shaking the very air around them. The twisted faces covering its torso shrieked in unison, their cries forming an earth-shattering sonic wave that devastated everything in its path.
The Sacred Tree, which had long withstood the aftermath of battle, finally succumbed to the relentless force, its ancient trunk snapping in half with a resounding crack.
Trina, who had been closest to the point of impact, suffered the brunt of the devastating shockwave. Her body convulsed violently as she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her HP dropping by more than 2 million in an instant.
Before she could recover, the Cursed Fiend's massive fist came crashing down like a meteor, striking her with a fatal blow, sending her flying through the air like a broken doll.
Her HP plummeted below 10 million, leaving her on the verge of death!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield…
Aelon was still chipping away at the boss, his rain of arrows barely denting its colossal frame.
Seeing that the Cursed Fiend's aggro had shifted toward him, Aelon didn't hesitate—his buffs were fully stacked. Without wasting another second, he switched to warrior mode, gripping his blade tightly before slashing downward in a single devastating arc, severing the Sacred Tree branch that the Cursed Fiend had been wielding like a weapon.
Spreading his wings of light, Aelon's entire body transformed into a streak of divine brilliance, soaring through the air before landing on the Cursed Fiend's back.
"Demon! Die!"
With a furious battle cry, he unleashed an overwhelming surge of silver-white magic, cleaving downward from the fiend's upper torso, nearly bisecting its entire body!
Fatal Strike – 3,000,000 Damage!
For a brief moment, it seemed like victory was within reach.
But then, Aelon's expression froze in horror.
The Cursed Fiend's body did not collapse—instead, from the gaping wound, a silvery molten fluid began to surge outward. Like living glue, it stitched the severed flesh back together in mere seconds, sealing the wound as if it had never been injured at all.
Then, in an instant, a massive, unstoppable fist came crashing down from above.
Aelon's pupils shrank.
He barely had time to react before he was struck head-on, his entire body blasted hundreds of meters away, cratering into the ground with enough force to leave a deep, human-shaped imprint in the battlefield.
Veijander, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt a chill run down his spine.
If that devastating punch had landed on him instead of Aelon, he wouldn't have even left a corpse behind.
Veijander swallowed nervously. "This so-called sacred ground is total bullshit! Maybe we should… just leave?"
"Fair, fair."
Orson, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed, even taking a moment to analyze the battle.
"That NPC maneuver was decent—he avoided a critical hit on his vitals. If he could cast a bit faster, he might have soloed the boss…"
Veijander's legs trembled. The more he thought about it, the less he wanted any part of this fight.
Realizing that Orson wasn't planning to leave, Veijander's favorability toward him instantly dropped by 10 points.
"If you had control over the Rune Sigil Stone below, could you repair this thing quickly?"
Orson casually flicked his wrist, summoning a brilliantly glowing earring.
Veijander's eyes widened in shock. "A Forbidden Magic-tier accessory?!"
The dwarf immediately grabbed the item, carefully inspecting every inch of it. "It's badly damaged… but if I can fuse it with a Rune Sigil Stone of the repair-type, I might be able to fix it!"
"I'm not asking for a maybe. You will fix it."
Orson's tone was calm, but his words left no room for negotiation.
His gaze shifted toward the molten metal lake below.
"I can get you all the Rune Sigil Stones you need… but in return, you will forge me a set of top-tier equipment—everything except accessories."
Veijander's breath hitched. Fuse all the Sigil Stones?
Even awakening just one Rune Sigil Stone was enough to become the leader of the Grey Dwarves. With three, one could become a God-Tier Blacksmith, a legend on par with the Ashen King.
And Orson… was talking about inheriting all of them.
A chilling realization struck Veijander. If Orson succeeded, his forging skills would ascend to a level beyond imagination.
He wouldn't just be a legendary smith. He would become the Dwarven God—a name revered throughout Infinite Dimensions.
[You have consumed The Divine Item: Phoenix Divine Blood!]
[Your body is undergoing transformation—becoming one with the fire element…]
[Your spell attack power has increased by 100%!]
A blood-red radiance erupted from Orson's body, wrapping around him like a living flame. His skin shimmered with an ethereal glow, his very presence radiating the essence of fire itself.
At this moment, he was no longer human.
He was the perfect embodiment of fire.
He was the Fire God walking upon Infinite Dimensions!
[Character Panel: Orson]
HP: 520,300 / 520,500
MP: 431,300 / 431,300
Attack Speed: 5.0
Agility: 300
Defense: 400 (30% dual resistance)
