Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: 339 – Is That All?
[Fallen Demon Ascension Pill]

Quality: Sacred Relic

Description: A creation born from the experiments of an ancient Supreme Being, forged by refining the souls of 20 Domain Lord-Class, Saint Lord-Class, and Lord-Class beings.

Note: This item is only effective for NPC units.

The method of crafting this pill was so ridiculously simple it almost seemed like a joke. The cost? Just one gold coin—a price so absurdly low that it was obviously a trap set by the Dark Dragon King Rebellion.

He was baiting NPCs to risk taking this pill, luring them with the promise of unprecedented power.

Based on Orson’s analysis, this Demon Ascension Pill might not be as potent as the one Cain—the God-Emperor’s son—had consumed, but it wouldn’t be far off.

Originally, Orson had planned to use this on Darkbo to extend his lifespan, but there was a problem.

What if something went wrong?

If a King-Class being like Darkbo turned rogue, with his mastery over six professions, he could single-handedly obliterate Celestial Fortress.

Orson wasn’t about to take that risk.

He needed a test subject.

And who better than his dear “brother” Veijander?

Only three [Soul Collectors]—the key component for refining Demon Ascension Pills—had dropped after Orson wiped out the City Lord’s forces.

However, the Dark Dragon King Rebellion was still out there, and Orson was certain Rebellion had more than enough of them. When the time came, Orson would take him down and stockpile as many as he needed.

But if this test was successful…

Orson’s lips curved into a devilish grin.

When Cain fell into corruption and became a King-Class being, even Aetrexa—one of the Ten Dragon Knights—had been unable to kill him directly. Instead, the only option had been to seal him using Dragon Knight warfare techniques.

That level of power was beyond monstrous.

Now imagine mass-producing corrupted NPCs on that level.

What an exquisite crime.

Above, the battle raged on, and the lake of molten metal churned violently.

Meanwhile, Orson scoured the lakebed, ensuring he left no stone unturned.

After ten more minutes of searching, he finally surfaced with sixteen Rune Sigil Stones, each possessing a different effect.

“There’s too many. He won’t be able to fuse them all.”

Orson’s eyes flickered as he glanced at the Battle Bro interface. Sacrificing his ‘dear friend’ was inevitable.

But even with Battle Bro’s failsafe, he needed extra insurance.

A Master-Servant Contract.

There would be no escape.

If the Demon Ascension Pill could bypass the divine laws governing NPCs, he would bind Veijander even tighter.

Orson stepped onto the back of a stone dragon, slowly ascending from the molten lake.

The moment he emerged—

A piercing light arrow shot toward him!

“Die, you insect!”

Aelon roared in fury, his body now radiating an overwhelming white light.

He had entered his ultimate form—his body now semi-transparent, a holographic crown of the Elven Queen resting atop his head.

Two massive pairs of radiant wings unfurled behind him, spanning over ten meters in length, signaling a substantial power boost.

His stats had nearly reached the threshold of a King-Class entity, and his HP had soared to 200 million.

“Hah!”

Orson stood motionless, completely unfazed.

The Wind Goddess’s blessing surged through him, and with a single flick of his arm, he hurled his Hurricane Spear forward.

A brilliant streak of blue-green energy erupted, shredding through the incoming light arrow effortlessly.

Critical Hit -1,200,000!

Magic Cripple – Tier 1 inflicted!

The Hurricane Spear shot toward Aelon like a meteor, moving so blindingly fast that he couldn’t even react in time.

The spear punched straight through his chest.

Aelon’s silvery blood sprayed into the air.

At the same moment, the Cursed Fiend let out a deafening roar, shaking the entire battlefield.

Nearby trees were ripped from the ground and shattered into dust by the sheer force of its bellow.

The lake’s molten metal surged, transforming into scorching war spears that shot toward Aelon like a relentless storm.

Still reeling from his injury, Aelon found himself completely exposed, his magic resistance forcibly removed due to the Hurricane Spear’s debuff.

Painful screams tore from his throat as the searing spears impaled him repeatedly, forcing him to momentarily abandon his attack on Orson.

“If I’m just an insect, then what does that make you?”

Orson smirked coldly.

High above, the Crimson Lizard King swooped down, and Orson leapt onto its back, swiftly leaving the lake’s airspace.

[You have stolen a large number of Rune Sigil Stones!]

[In five seconds, all Rune Sigil Stones except for Rune Sigil Stone – Ashes will be forcibly removed from your inventory!]

[If you insist on keeping them, you will be permanently trapped within the Ashen Lands!]

A system alert rang in his ears.

Orson’s brows furrowed slightly—it was clear he had acquired far more than what the dungeon originally allowed.

With a thought, Celestial Vision activated.

As expected, the two-way teleportation gate beneath the Lord’s Manor had turned pitch black—completely inaccessible.

“Take them.”

Before the countdown reached zero, Orson tossed every single Rune Sigil Stone to Veijander, keeping only Odin’s Ashes Sigil Stone for himself.

“Th-This… This is incredible…!”

Veijander’s eyes turned bloodshot, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the stones in his grasp.

Once he fused them, he wouldn’t just be the king of dwarves—

He would ascend to become the God of Dwarves across Infinite Dimensions!

“Orgod! I am forever grateful! From this moment forward, the forging fees for any Forbidden Magic-tier equipment you request… will be waived!” Veijander declared, overwhelmed with joy.

Orson, however, merely smiled wickedly.

“Is that all?”

Before Veijander could even process his words, a blood-red parchment suddenly appeared before him, floating ominously in the air.

His face twisted in shock.

“A Master-Servant Contract?! You—!”

Veijander’s expression flashed between fury and disbelief, his favorability toward Orson dropping by another 10 points.

Master-Servant Contracts weren’t just for monsters—they worked on NPCs too.

Though it wouldn’t allow Orson to take Veijander into battle beyond his designated territory, the biggest advantage was that—

It granted complete control over the NPC’s life and death.

Friendship points? No longer relevant.