Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 454 - : "Holy Hell, This Woman Gets Me!"

Chapter 454: 454: “Holy Hell, This Woman Gets Me!”

Splat!

Cripple Hit – 1.4 million!

Mana Backlash – 5 million!

A blood arrow flew through the air.

Ghost King looked down in shock. Her pale, flawless skin seemed to bloom with a vivid red flower, so beautiful that it took her breath away.

Ghost King murmured in disbelief, “How… how did he do that? Gaedashiram, with the help of Odin’s jewels, couldn’t extend magic to such a distance…”

“So… gods bleed too?”

Ursula gasped, her mouth hanging open. The audacity of this man—how could he harm a Blood God after rejecting her kindness time and again?

Orson didn’t make another move. Instead, he ordered Lili to stay hidden in a dilapidated house at the outskirts of the battlefield.

He mounted Crimson Lizard King and flew into the sky, his sharp eyes fixed on Ghost King Winona, his voice booming, “If you want to be slaughtered by me in a fair fight, I hope you stay out of my way.”

After a brief pause, he cleared his throat and added, “If you insist on interfering with my farming, I wouldn’t mind getting a little rough.”

Ghost King: “???”

Ursula: “???”

The two strange women exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend what Orson had just said.

Orson stood his ground, firing off Chaos Magic Balls like a madman. He unleashed over a hundred of them toward the Ghost King’s Palace. The trajectory of the attacks was like a series of meteors crashing into the earth, each hitting with an intensity that could rival S-tier magic effects.

Ghost King, with her unyielding pride, flew into the air, taking the full brunt of the Chaos Magic Balls. She didn’t want her palace destroyed.

Critical Hit – 400,000!

Critical Hit – 420,000!

Burning – 36,000!

Burning…

It was clear—Ghost King’s pride was no match for Orson’s devastating power. She groaned, blood dripping from her mouth as she staggered.

At that moment, she finally understood what Orson had meant by “getting rough.”

This man was not just terrifying in appearance; he was downright violent!

No wonder her once invincible army had difficulty even lifting their heads before him.

With such destructive power, even a King-tier entity could only endure for so long.

Ghost King disregarded her pride, quickly dodging the incoming Chaos Magic Balls.

Orson didn’t press the attack further. This was just a warning, nothing more, intended solely to disrupt her farming attempts.

As she hovered in the air, her face filled with shock, Ghost King thought back to the thousand years she had spent falling from the Heavenly Kingdom. Even when the Eight Dragon Kings of Infinite Dimensions had her cornered, she had never felt such fear as she did now.

Orson, riding Crimson Lizard King, swept through the battlefield with ease, using his Sky Sovereign title to prevent any enemies from flying, laying waste to the Blood Clan army with devastating efficiency.

“Blood Clan! Unbeatable!”

“Blood Clan, assemble! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!”

The unfortunate soldiers yelled in defiance, but just like their master, they were as stubborn as ever.

Even though they knew they couldn’t win, they still tried to fight back.

If they had been fighting an equally matched army, their overwhelming fighting spirit would have made them unstoppable.

But against an anomaly like Orson, they were just waiting in line to get slapped…

“So earnest.” Orson laughed bitterly. His passive skill Ethereal Echoes triggered automatically, and several Chaos Magic Balls wiped out a large number of enemies.

If they had been ordinary soldiers from the Empire, they would have understood that they couldn’t win and would’ve turned tail and fled.

But these Blood Clan warriors—immortal and relentless—didn’t retreat, didn’t hide; they just kept coming, throwing themselves at him.

“Blood Demon Magic – Silent Lament!”

Defensive buffs increased!

Critical hit rate increased!

Ghost King’s expression was one of sorrow as she cast another spell. Orson rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright, if you’re so high and mighty, then suit yourself.”

The Sky Sovereign title kept working its magic, preventing the Blood Clan soldiers from taking to the air, making it nearly impossible for them to get near Crimson Lizard King.

Once the Blood Priests were mostly wiped out, the Blood Clan warriors, even with their Blood Demon Magic buffs, were still no match for the onslaught.

Crimson Lizard King’s Death Dragon Breath dealt significant percentage-based damage, and Orson’s Ethereal Echoes kept triggering Chaos Chain, dealing real damage without mercy.

Even if Ghost King could come up with new tricks, it was all futile.

Half an hour passed, and the Blood Clan army had resurrected three times.

The Phoenix Egg absorbed 20 million units of blood, pushing its hatching progress to 22%.

Ghost King’s King’s Authority entered a cooldown for one hour, giving Orson the perfect opportunity to meditate and recover his mana.

Crimson Lizard King stood atop a pile of remains, howling in frustration.

“Hic~~”

Embarrassed, she blew a giant smoke ring. After using Death Dragon Breath continuously, even her huge dragon form ran out of mana.

But what could she do? The Blood Clan was just too eager—they just kept coming, never backing down, and kept lining up for more.

It was all about sheer stubbornness.

“Not good, her mana recovery is so slow.”

Orson frowned. Ghost King’s mana was below a quarter, and she kept wasting her resources on high-level spells to buff her army.

Ghost King using King’s Authority consumed a massive amount of mana, something Orson hadn’t seen with other King-tier bosses.

“Ancestor’s mana is depleted and she is too weak to continue the battle. Lord Baron, please use a scroll to replenish her.”

A voice echoed.

“Crown of Sin’s ability Mindstream is active!”

“Ursula has glimpsed your thoughts.”

“Mindstream”

Effect: The holder of the crown has a 50% chance to capture the thoughts of a target they are interested in, with the effect lasting for 2 hours.

The prompt appeared, and Orson froze, “Holy shit, this woman understands me!”

“Capturing the thoughts of targets you’re interested in?”

Orson frowned, wondering if this woman had some ulterior motive.

Sure, she was beautiful with long legs and a perfect figure, but Orson wasn’t the kind of guy to fall for that easily. He didn’t like the feeling of being spied on.

Well, except for Hazel, of course.

“Useless!”

Hillogu cursed Ghost King, who clasped her hands together in a pained, pious gesture, having long grown numb to the disdain of the empire’s nobility.

After a brief thought, Hillogu produced a snow-white Holy Grail, a highly exquisite and luxurious artifact.

“Mana Wellspring Holy Grail?”

Orson’s expression shifted. This was an imperial treasure, one that had previously fallen into the hands of TitanBreaker of Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s The Eight Sages.

This artifact was of ancient holy relic quality, rumored to have been crafted using the tears of the Holy Light Dragons’ Ancestor.

It was essentially a portable mana well, able to quickly restore mana for players in its vicinity.

The only drawback was that it couldn’t heal health like a town’s fountain.