Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage - Chapter 343

Chapter 343: 343 – The Destiny of Dragons!
Unleashing full firepower!

A blackened star of death exploded deep within the cavern, dragging the Twin-Headed Fire Dragons into the air momentarily before their chains violently yanked them back, keeping them suspended midair.

BOOM!

The impact sent shockwaves tearing through the cavern, molten flames erupting from cracks in the stone walls like black-red beams of death, piercing straight toward the heavens!

Critical Hit – 1,400,000!

-42,000!

With 20,000 base spell damage, a double magic attack modifier, and a 31x critical multiplier, this strike alone was more than enough to instantly obliterate a low-tier boss.

But this?

This was just the appetizer.

The true power of [Judgment Flame] lay in its 20-second Starfire Burning effect, stacking 3,000 damage per second with Blazing Burn amplifications.

At Orson’s current mana reserves, and ignoring all magic resistance, the burning damage alone would reach nearly 50,000 per second!

Starfire Burning – 15,000!

Starfire Burning…

As the damage continued to stack, Orson’s brows furrowed.

Something wasn’t right.

This wasn’t matching his calculations.

A low chuckle echoed from below.

“Foolish insect. You think you can wound the flesh of gods? Laughable. Truly laughable!”

The Fire Dragon King sneered, his voice thick with disdain.

The Fire Dragon Queen added, “We are the ancient flame gods, worshiped by mortals for generations. The Cult of Fire bows to us!”

Orson’s eyes narrowed.

The Cult of Fire.

In Infinite Dimensions’ lore, it was one of the oldest faiths, devoted to all powerful fire-based entities.

They had once held immense power, until the rise of the Church of Light and the Church of Darkness.

The four great elemental cults had since fallen into decline, though some smaller temples still existed, where players could find hidden questlines.

“A couple of Saint Lord-class lizards pretending to be gods? That’s adorable.”

Orson’s lips curled into a smirk.

It was true.

Most fire-based mages would be utterly powerless against these two ancient dragons.

But Chaos Overlord-class magic?

Completely different story.

A Firestorm Unleashed

“Dragon Curse: Emperor’s Fire Breath!”

“Dragon Curse: Empress’s Inferno!”

Both dragons let out ear-shattering roars, their jaws unhinging as they unleashed four massive torrents of black-white dragon fire, burning hot enough to carve through steel.

Even with their chains binding them, they managed to tilt their heads upward, aiming for the cavern’s ceiling.

The flames burst through the cracks, surging into the sky like lances of destruction.

Their power was on a completely different scale compared to normal dragon breath.

The very cavern walls—hardened by a thousand years of divine forge flames—rattled under the pressure.

Yet—

Orson laughed.

“A wide-area attack? Seriously?”

Even in their imprisoned state, these dragons were trying to rely on AOE damage to kill him.

But they had one major problem.

They were sitting ducks.

Tied down.

Completely immobile.

It was like trying to stab a swordsman while chained to a chair.

Orson’s Magic Eye flickered.

With a single teleport, he appeared 1,000 meters above the cavern.

Raising his hand—

He summoned Crimson Lizard King.

“Enjoy yourself.”

A merciless grin crossed his lips.

Behind him, the Wind Goddess’ projection descended, forming a spectral Hurricane Spear in Orson’s grip.

And then—

He hurled it downward.

“HURAAAAH!”

The Wind Goddess’ battle cry echoed, followed by a chain of spear throws.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Each Hurricane Spear tore through the cavern’s depths, faster than the dragons could react.

Their heads twisted, attempting to dodge—

But a flash of Mirror of Folding changed the spears’ trajectory.

They accelerated fivefold.

SCHWING! SCHWING! SCHWING!

The first tore through the Fire Dragon King’s skull.

The second obliterated the Fire Dragon Queen’s left eye.

The third and fourth pierced through their lower jaws, pinning their heads in place.

[Magic Resistance – Nullified!]

[Physical Resistance – Nullified!]

A chilling, agonized wail erupted from both dragons.

Half their skulls had been blown apart.

Judgment Descends

Orson’s hand ignited.

A blackened sun coalesced in his palm, surrounded by swirling constellations.

His entire body erupted into divine flames, his eyes glowing with the radiance of a god.

“If fire mages worship you—then I am the true Fire God of this era.”

He clenched his fist.

And then—

“Awakening: Judgment Flame!”

The compressed fireball hurtled downward like a meteor, crashing into the dragons’ heads.

BOOOOM!

Critical Hit – 15,000,000!

Critical Hit – 15,000,000!

Burning – 50,000!

Their chains rattled violently as both dragons screamed, their bodies twisting in agony.

For centuries, they had been revered as gods.

Yet here they were—reduced to nothing but burning carcasses.

They thrashed desperately, golden runes flaring across their bodies as they activated Body Domination, attempting to forcefully break free.

But Orson’s voice remained steady.

“Suppress them.”

Crimson Lizard King descended.

For the first time, a new presence filled the cavern—a pressure so ancient that it made the Twin-Headed Fire Dragons tremble.

Their eyes widened in horror.

“Death…” the Fire Dragon King gasped.

“The Eater of Dragons… The heretic who devours our kind!”

A blackened breath of annihilation consumed them.

Doom Dragon Breath!

Critical Hit – 300,000!

HP Percentage Damage – 4,000,000!

Crimson Lizard King’s breath effect ignored defense, dealing 3% of their total health as pure damage.

With the Fire Dragon King’s massive 400 million HP, just one attack had shredded 12 million off instantly.

Orson shook his head, chuckling bitterly.

After all that effort, his own damage didn’t even compare to Crimson Lizard King’s casual spit attack.

Full firepower assault—500,000,000+ damage dealt.

And still—

It wasn’t enough.

For an entire hour, they continued.

The Twin-Headed Fire Dragons were monsters of endurance, capable of rapidly regenerating health.

Every time they entered cocoon form, their bodies absorbed fire damage to heal themselves.

But their cooldowns were long.

They couldn’t stall forever.

Finally—

A piercing death wail rang out.

The Fire Dragon Queen’s massive body collapsed.

[You have slain the Fire Dragon Queen! EXP +1,000,000,000!]

A system notification flashed.

Orson’s EXP bar skyrocketed.

[You have leveled up to Level 54!]

[You have leveled up to Level 55!]

The sacred loot burst into the air, illuminating the cavern like a celestial vault opening.

Orson smirked.

“Now then,” he said coldly.

“Let’s see who’s really the prey here.”

With a monstrous roar, Crimson Lizard King surged forward.

The Fire Dragon King tried to resist—but its bloodline trembled in fear.

Its eyes locked onto Crimson Lizard King, and in that moment—

It realized the truth.

This was its end.

Crimson Lizard King grabbed it by the tail.

And with a feral growl—

It devoured the Fire Dragon King whole.