Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 661: God or Demon

"Those who dare defy dragon might... are beyond forgiveness!"

The Dragon King unleashed a deafening roar as its body erupted with power, activating Dragon Body Domination.

Damage received: -80%

Attack power: +50%

Its obsidian-scaled armor pulsed with a dark, icy glow. Its strength and defenses spiked as it broke free of the frost shell, becoming a blazing divine shadow that dive-bombed straight toward Orson.

The other dragons reeled in shock and fury—a mere human mage altering the terrain and temperature of their sacred lair? Unthinkable.

All three triggered Body Domination, each preparing to devour the intruder in one bite.

Dragon’s Breath!

Three streams of interwoven emerald and obsidian flame crashed down on the frozen field. The effect of Absolute Zero Prison began to waver as the devastating breath spread rapidly toward Wild Gale and the others.

"This is bad... we’re too close!"

Hana Snow cried out. The scale of the battle unfolding before her made her feel impossibly small.

Awakening: Grip of the Underworld!

Awakening: Judgment Flame!

Tenfold Gravity!

Then suddenly, Orgod’s voice rang out behind them. They turned to see eight identical copies of him now standing on the battlefield.

"War Supreme’s Supreme Soul Disc clone. Attributes: unknown," Kimchi Blade muttered in disbelief.

Multiple Grips of the Underworld formed a massive shield—like divine protection from the Celestials themselves—fully encasing the party.

Coupled with the clones’ gravity fields, even the unbreakable force of dragonfire was completely repelled.

"One man... no, no, this is the combined power of eight archmages. He’s defying the dragonkind myth itself!"

RagingTiger was dumbstruck. He’d heard rumors of the US War Supreme using this technique—but not like this. Not enough to stop three elder dragons simultaneously.

"I think... he might actually win!"

Hana Snow’s eyes lit up with awe. The divine shield before them, the magical collision lighting up the skies—it left her staring with pure admiration.

"This guy... is he even human anymore?" one Kimchi Age archer whispered, his jaw hanging.

Kimchi Blade looked at the man standing alone with staff in hand, facing down the Dragon King. "He’s either a god among men... or a demon among gods."

"Classic black fans turning into stans," Wild Gale muttered, shaking his head. He was long used to Orgod’s ridiculous feats—NUK players were always so easily shocked.

Godslayer · Wild Gale invites you to join the battle squad.

Godslayer · Wild Gale...

Everyone’s face changed at the system prompt. Wild Gale snapped, "What, you planning to get wiped out like mobs instead? Join the squad, now!"

They scrambled to comply, quickly joining the raid group.

"Wait, weren’t we supposed to lure him in and get him killed?" one Kimchi Age rogue whispered.

Kimchi Blade gave a sheepish look. Flexibility was a virtue—especially when faced with eight god-tier clones casually holding off elder dragons.

How could anyone still think of betrayal now?

"A freak straight outta the US server," Kimchi Blade sighed.

Above the sea of molten lava, Orson summoned a spatial net and instantly widened the gap between himself and the rampaging Dragon King.

"Wretched mortal, die!!"

The Dragon King lunged, narrowly missing. Furious, it dove back into the lava sea like a colossal serpent and erupted again with a burst of flame.

Its flight speed was unmatched—Aeloria herself couldn’t keep up. It closed the distance in a blink.

Dragon Curse: Solar Tempest!

The Dragon King let out a guttural roar, launching a terrifying S-tier hybrid magic spell.

Twelve tornadoes wreathed in molten flame tore through the sky in a chaotic spiral, converging rapidly on Orson.

"Wind and flame fusion spell... perfect."

Orson’s voice was calm. While his clones held off the other dragons with basic attacks, his own eyes flashed cold.

Chaos Fusion: Dance of the Fan-Flame!

Dragon Curse transformation activated.

A pillar of fire erupted from Orson’s staff, clashing head-on with the incoming flame cyclones.

Boom!

The shockwaves rocked the dragon lair. Stone pillars crumbled and vaporized under the force.

"He’s matching a quasi-God Dragon King blow for blow?!"

Hana Snow sat paralyzed, unable to believe what she was witnessing. This was magic beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of reaching.

As the explosion faded—spell versus spell, evenly canceled—RagingTiger swallowed nervously.

"The Dragon King’s magic is enhanced by terrain bonuses. But Orgod’s spell came from raw skill alone..."

Anyone with a brain could see it. Leaving aside dragon Forbidden Curses, in terms of pure magic control, Orgod was clearly a league ahead.

Frostburn: -17,000,000

Frostburn: -16,000,000

...

The Dragon King’s Body Domination timer ran out, and Absolute Zero Prison took hold once more. The dragon immediately dove back into the lava to avoid the growing cold.

"...Target lock lost? We can’t hit it anymore?"

Wild Gale blinked.

The remaining three dragons looked ready to follow suit.

Wild Gale unfurled his six wings, activating angel form. As he launched after one fleeing dragon, he called out,

"The Archmage invites you to dance. Anyone care to join?"

With a toss, he dropped a few top-tier weapons suited for Hana Snow’s group, then vanished into the air, intercepting one of the dragons mid-flight.

Everyone looked to Kimchi Blade.

They knew what that meant—an offering, a test.

"Let’s wait and see. The Dragon King might not beat Orgod, but he still has home turf advantage. Orgod can’t fight effectively underwater..."

Splash. Splash. Splash...

The rogue hadn’t even finished speaking when their jaws collectively dropped.

"Where do you think you’re going?!"

Orgod dove straight into the molten sea—a place that could easily melt Domain-class bosses.

Cold frost expanded rapidly around him as he plunged. But in the status display, not a single debuff appeared on him.

"...Fire resistance... complete immunity..."

Kimchi Blade turned pale. This wasn’t a monster. This was something else. Something... unnatural.

"What... we actually beat this guy once?"

He looked around in disbelief. Everyone had the same expression. Were their memories wrong?

"We couldn’t have beaten him... right?"

Determined to prove themselves, Kimchi Blade picked up a level 60 legendary greatsword, rallied his squad, and charged at the remaining dragons.

"Congrats, folks. You just bought yourselves another day of life," Wild Gale shouted with a laugh.

He had a feeling what Orson was planning.

Kimchi Age were famous across the NUK region. And now, with the downfall of the corporate guilds, they could become a powerful stabilizing force.

Orson didn’t want instability in the region. If Kimchi Blade refused the offer... they’d all be dead already, no matter the political blowback.

Wild Gale slashed his angelic blade to parry a dragon’s fangs. Kimchi Blade soared in on his raptor mount, joining him mid-air.

Two warrior kings—both mechanical prodigies. Their synchronized attacks formed dazzling combos with barely a word exchanged.

"You wretched insect—you’ve enraged me!!"

The Dragon King roared, erupting from the freezing lava, its entire body glowing with furious magic.

"And what do you plan to do with that rage?"

Orson stood calmly atop the frozen sea, looking up at the so-called god of NUK’s dragons.

Dragon Curse: Solar Aegis!

Dragon Curse: Barrier of the Gale!

...

The Dragon King cast a chain of powerful A-rank defensive spells, layering itself in shimmering shields and immunities.

Orson smirked. He already knew what was coming.

"Oh great Creator Dragon God, your blood runs through me. Rain down divine wrath upon my enemies!"

The dragon spread its wings, chanting in ancient draconic. Its eyes burned with divine fury.

Forbidden Curse: Flame of the Dragon Apocalypse...

The spell was nearly complete—until Orson casually snapped his fingers.

Two flashes of light burst through the air.

Hidden deep within the shadows—two Spirit King clones had been waiting. And now... they struck.