Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

A sinister wind howled as if it had risen from the depths of hell itself, turning the sky above the Endless Sea into a blood-red, eerie hue.

From the spatial rift, a dense swarm of black dots spewed forth, resembling some foul regurgitation from a nightmarish demon. Even the first wave of these creatures was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Madman: "One guild holding off half the monsters in the entire region—what the hell kind of situation is this?!"

"Haha, Spawn Camping! I love it! Let's go, let's go!"

Bradley grinned, glancing at the 500 warrior players under his command and barking, "Advance another 100 meters!"

Money Traveler: "Bradley, f*** you! Warriors should just stick to looting—this frontline belongs to the Knights' Order! Get lost!"

Iron Cavalry gritted his teeth, furious that a bunch of musclehead warriors were stealing their frontline positioning. How could he tolerate this?

Ride Donkey: "Vice Guild Leader, my ass! When I was soloing Orgod, you were still grinding for in-game currency!"

Ride Donkey cursed in frustration, pushing forward with reckless abandon, forcing his way closer to the Eye of the Abyss.

Raven: "Archers, move up and take some pressure off the big shots."

Bradley and his men froze.

In an instant, over 300 Godslayer archers leaped forward, stepping on their comrades' shoulders to get into position.

"WTF!"

"Holy crap! This new guy is putting on airs! 'Take pressure off'? More like snatching all the kills!"

Bradley and the others stared in disbelief. The archers had stationed themselves at the very edge of Celestial Island, standing waist-deep in the sea, ready to snipe approaching enemies.

Everyone knew that archers had the longest range—if they held the front line, the melee players wouldn't even get a chance to land a hit.

But if the warriors pushed forward, they'd have to step into the ocean... and become fish food.

For now, Bradley and the others could only stand there awkwardly.

Stewart: "You guys are clustering too much. If you move out of our healing range, don't blame us when you drop dead."

Dancing Giant Boobs: "Oh, so the main combat players don't play fair, huh? Fine, girls, bring out the big guns!"

Over 600 life skill players moved in unison, pulling out Anti-Hulk Sniper Rifles, Magic-Powered Gatling Guns, and Magic-Powered Pistols…

Their range easily surpassed that of most archers.

Madman and a group of assassins approached, their expressions cold and indifferent.

"Idiots. Kill credit is evenly distributed for killing monsters—why the hell are you all fighting for DPS spots like a bunch of morons?"

Iron Cavalry: "Screw you! If you've got the guts, get off our damn heads!"

The Knights' Order was on the verge of a breakdown—hundreds of assassins were literally stacking on their shoulders, waiting to leap in and grab some easy kills.

Dynasty Old Yin: "F*** this... Can I get a reassignment? I'm just standing here feeding mana to a magic crystal like an idiot—I signed up for combat, not this crap!"

But the most miserable ones were the mages.

Inside the fortress armory, a squad of mages, under Nightshade's command, worked in groups of ten, continuously injecting mana into thirty-three towering magical crystals, each over ten meters tall.

Outside the armory, goblin workers rushed back and forth, hauling mana potions in large quantities.

"Need a drink?"

The moment a mage was drained dry by the mana crystal, a goblin was there with a fresh potion, ensuring a non-stop cycle of replenishment.

[The Divine Legion's Wrath]

[Ancient Empire Technology]

[Quality: Relic]

[Attack Power: 20,000 – 200,000]

[Skill: Death Shockwave – 2-minute cooldown] [Skill: Low-Energy Autonomous Attack – No cooldown] [Description: Each attack consumes between 20,000 and 200,000 mana, with a max charge capacity of 2,000,000 mana.]

At the heart of Celestial Fortress was its main arsenal—thirty-three ancient magical cannons.

Thirty-two of these were ancient relic-class weapons, their damage scaling with the amount of mana injected into them.

And then there was the main cannon, known as [Gaedashiram's Wrath].

Quality: Divine Artifact Attributes: Phase 1: Activated (1,550,000/1,500,000 Mana) Phase 2: Locked (1,550,000/4,500,000 Mana) Phase 3: Locked (1,550/10,000,000 Mana) Currently Available Skill: [S-Rank Forbidden Fire Spell: Hellfire Annihilation] (Cooldown: 10 hours)

"Phase One alone requires the guild's total mana pool to reach over a million."

Orson sucked in a sharp breath.

That massive, purple-gold divine cannon was the true power of Infinite Dimensions.

Unlike the auxiliary cannons, this one didn't consume mana upon activation—but it demanded an absurd amount of guild-wide mana capacity to even function.

Right now, most mages only had about 3,000–5,000 mana each. With nearly 400 mages in the guild, their combined mana barely exceeded one million.

If it weren't for Orson himself contributing 430,000 mana, this thing wouldn't even be operational.

Madman: "Stop messing around—here they come!"

At last, everyone snapped back to focus.

An unstoppable tide of monsters plunged into the Endless Sea, their movements churning the ocean into waves of chaotic fury.

But something was off.

"Shit! Why are they swimming past us?!"

The tens of thousands of monsters surged forward… but instead of attacking Celestial Island, they were bypassing it entirely.

Everyone was momentarily dumbfounded.

Raven: "Don't be stupid. These things are heading for the city. There's no fortress here, so they're not prioritizing us."

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"I'll pull them in."

A voice rang out as Crimson Lizard King descended from above, bringing Orson down with him.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

With their monstrous Guild Leader in play, drawing aggro on a large scale was child's play.

Even though these creatures were programmed to attack the city, if they were attacked mid-route, they'd still switch focus to their assailants.

"Ice Prison Ring."

Orson tapped his staff lightly.

In an instant, a frosty blue mist spread in all directions.

The sea hissed and crackled. Waves froze solid. The entire ocean surface transformed into ice.

For a moment, Orson stood amidst the mist, his presence akin to a frost deity descending upon the battlefield.

"Holy shit… this isn't aggro-pulling… this is full-blown terraforming!"

Everyone stared in shock.

A colossal frozen platform, spanning twenty kilometers, had formed across the ocean, with countless unidentified monsters trapped inside, turned into ice sculptures.

Though the effect only lasted a few seconds before the sculptures shattered, it was enough to leave an impact.

Madman: "Boss, if you don't go into civil engineering, it'd be a damn shame."

Iron Cavalry: "Yeah, seriously! If the U.S. had you, we wouldn't just be an infrastructure powerhouse—we'd be an infrastructure god!"

The monster horde screeched as it suffered from chaotic slow and burn effects, their AI redirecting them straight towards Celestial Island instead.

Enemy Types: [Dread Plague Crawler] – Level 35 (Elite, HP: 400,000) [Dread Plague Demon] – Level 40 (Elite, HP: 500,000) [Dread Plague King] – Level 40 (Elite Boss, HP: 3,000,000, ATK: 4,000)] Skills: Bloodthirsty Devour, Frenzied Stab, Plague Gas

Madman: "WTF! Why the hell are they all bugs?!"

Ruby: "Anyone got bug spray? I swear I saw a German cockroach in there!"

As the grotesque swarm came into full view, everyone shuddered—not from fear, but from sheer disgust.

Raven: "Activate attack speed buffs—Archers, fire!"

Grinder couldn't care less what they were.

His archers unleashed hell.

Shhhhhh!