Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Blank’s back went cold as she finally realized why Immortal Slave had reacted with such fear and pleaded for mercy when Orson attempted to destroy the stone slab.

“The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets…” K.D. said, cold sweat pouring down his face. Reflecting on it now, how could dozens of fighter jets ever have captured a Demonic Immortal?

From the start, they had fallen right into Beirut’s trap, using The Bruce Family’s power to bring the creature here to regain its strength.

“Big-eye monster, are you already sweating?” Orson said, his expression calm as he approached Immortal Slave, his lips curling into a playful smile.

If Orson hadn’t been cautious enough to check the stone slab’s properties and discovered that the magic formation wasn’t offensive, he would have been just as deceived.

Orson switched to his close combat form and stepped on Immortal Slave’s head.

In the creature’s terrified gaze, he swung the Underworld Ghost Slash with devastating force.

10x Death Strike -21 million!

“Spare me! I was only testing you, it’s a misunderstanding!” Immortal Slave screamed, his eyes trembling violently. He felt a terrible killing intent spreading from Orson.

BlazeKing, his master, had slaughtered hundreds of thousands of soldiers under a king’s order, bringing along the deaths of countless innocent civilians. He had constantly repented, his once pure heart still holding on to a glimmer of kindness.

But what was this person in front of him?

The so-called nightmare was nothing to him. The most terrifying thing was that once he recognized someone as an enemy, he showed no mercy.

He was simply a cold, ruthless killing machine.

Even if he spared an enemy, it wouldn’t be out of kindness. The only reason was to gain a greater benefit by eliminating more enemies!

Who was the bloodthirsty, ruthless Heaven Demon here?

Immortal Slave clung to the blue stone, afraid to move, continuously crying for mercy.

“You’re right. Without your Soul Seal, I wouldn’t have risen. But I regret to inform you, I will never bow to anyone’s control,” Orson’s face turned cold as he swung again.

“No!! You can’t kill me!” Immortal Slave howled in pain as his twisted head cracked open rapidly, black demonic blood spraying out.

Though the Pentagram Magic Formation helped him regenerate health, its healing efficiency was limited. Especially with the death buff from Draconis, the recovery was painfully slow, and it would take over a year to return to peak condition.

“I told you, even descendants can easily erase you.”

Crimson Lizard King, the little trickster, grinned wickedly as she swung her bone sword, stabbing repeatedly at Immortal Slave’s eyes alongside Orson.

“Draconis… No, the Transport Tool No. 1.”

A liquid, like spring water, surged from Immortal Slave’s large eye. Orson paused, furrowing his brow as he muttered, “You’re the most pathetic Heaven Demon I’ve ever met.”

“You’re right! Everything you said is right!” Immortal Slave shrieked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Yes, yes, yes! You are invincible!”

Madman stared, mouth agape. “Wait a minute! He’s so sarcastic, kill him!”

Orson rolled his eyes. He now understood what was happening.

Immortal Slave was from an era millennia ago, so his speech naturally differed from modern language. But since Beirut could access others’ memories, the creature had learned some modern expressions through his mind-reading. Unfortunately…

The idiot didn’t understand their true meaning and thought that repeating them would win Orson over.

Seeing that Orson remained unmoved, Immortal Slave extended one of his tentacles to grasp Crimson Lizard King’s ankle, crying out, “Transport Tool No. 1, we are eternal friends! I spoke to your ancestors about the slaves’ life…”

“No!”

“Say!”

“THAT DAMN NAME!”

Crimson Lizard King roared with fury, slicing through the tentacle wrapped around her ankle with a single stroke of her sword. She then began stabbing Immortal Slave’s eye in a rage.

“My true form, Beirut… I will tell you where the Soul Seal’s heart is hidden!” Immortal Slave howled.

Ding— “Your second task route has been completed!” “Hidden task clue for Heavenly Spirit’s Heart has appeared. Do you wish to view it?”

The system prompt sounded, but Orson didn’t react.

He was too deeply hurt by Crimson Lizard King’s disdain. This was the nickname he had painstakingly come up with for her—a term of endearment.

And yet she had dismissed it like that. Cold-hearted!

“Wait… no, you can kill it, but why do you hate this lovely nickname so much?” Orson said seriously, genuinely hurt inside.

“Shut up!” Crimson Lizard King snapped, her eyes glaring at him as she bared her teeth, looking like a fierce little dragon.

But her appearance, now that of an eight-year-old, made her look like a feisty little kid who was throwing a tantrum.

“Is the name I gave you really that bad?” Orson asked, glancing at Bradley and the others. They all stared, unsure of what to say.

Orson added, “But hey, I have incredible endurance.”

“Pathetic, totally pathetic, bro!” Sienna chuckled, giving him a thumbs up before suddenly turning it down, “She didn’t roast you with dragon breath, so you should be grateful.”

If anyone doubted Orson’s naming skills, he could probably argue for hours. But hearing his little sister say it…

That was a whole different level of trash.

“So what now? The name of my war beast can’t be changed?”

Orson shrugged helplessly, patting Crimson Lizard King’s little dog-like head. “My bad, gorgeous.”

“I don’t like that name!”

Crimson Lizard King’s ruby-like eyes drilled into Orson, making him uneasy.

She then paused, sword in hand, as though pondering, before turning to look at Orson’s apology.

“Well… I don’t know. There’s no record in the awakened Death God Dragon Clan’s memories about this,” she said, a little flustered, her cheeks turning a deep red.

“See? Give her a chance, and she fails,” Orson said, shrugging at the others, causing Bradley and the rest to burst out laughing at Crimson Lizard King’s adorably embarrassed face.

“I’m ignoring you!”

Crimson Lizard King bit her lip in frustration before transforming into a massive black dragon. She let out a furious roar, “I’ll eat you!”

A gust of wind swept through, instantly freezing the smiles on everyone’s faces. With a cold snort, Crimson Lizard King tore open the Battle Space and shamefully fled.

Orson coughed awkwardly to cover up his own embarrassment.

Since Crimson Lizard King had entered the King domain, her intelligence had skyrocketed. She could assess the situation and traverse the Battle Space to assist him in battle.

Without the forced control of a master-servant contract, Crimson Lizard King was free to move around at will, unlike most war beasts.

But the downside was, the little dog’s cheeky attitude was only getting worse.

“Little Immortal Slave, do you have any last words?”

Orson glanced at Immortal Slave’s health. The Supreme Arcane Blade hovered above his head. A single strike would send Immortal Slave’s soul back to the chaotic realm of Heaven Demon.

“You… You can’t kill me. I’m your benefactor’s servant!” Immortal Slave cried out.

“He did help me, but I can’t disregard whether his downfall had anything to do with you.” Orson replied coldly, unwilling to make any deals with Heaven Demon. There were no trustworthy negotiations with a Heaven Demon, especially not one as powerful as this.

In his previous life, the Forbidden Curse Mage, ShatteredCrown, had been a good example of this. He was kind-hearted, and in a moment of mercy, he saved a young girl on the battlefield. That girl turned out to be a high-tier succubus, and his soul was torn apart in her sea of desire.

Once the Forbidden Curse Mage fell, The King Family’s core members were easily annihilated, brutally tortured to death.

Beirut gasped, “I swear by the name of the great God of the Epoch…”

Orson’s eyes narrowed as he sneered. “Cut the act. You should know exactly what I want to say after looking through my memories.”

“I understand!”

Beirut’s brain, which had been dormant for millennia, finally clicked. He hastily replied, “You mean the bargaining chip to save my life, right? I have it!”

With that, two ghostly figures appeared before Orson. Instinctively, he stepped back but soon realized he was overreacting.

It was a dark red sheepskin scroll and a page of bronze-colored paper.

“You’re quick to learn,” Orson smirked, unable to suppress his laughter. These were two servant contracts, one from the Era of Immortals and one from the Infinite Dimensions era.

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