Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

"Ghost King Winona has awakened!"

"Kill Winona!"

"Warning: Due to the Holy Light Curse, Winona cannot leave the Ghost King Palace!"

The prompt sounded, confirming Orson's earlier suspicion.

However, Orson did not dare to lower his guard.

A Hell-Tier boss was no trivial opponent, and its mechanics were likely to be exceedingly complex. Even with his long-range advantage, a misstep could still lead to disaster.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Giant enchanted crossbow bolts whizzed through the air, striking Crimson Lizard King. However, they merely caused a shower of sparks and little else.

These bolts, which had an enhanced damage effect against dragon-type units, would be highly effective against lower-tier dragons. But just like with the God-Emperor Earrings, they had little impact on the higher-tier dragons.

The nearby guards fired relentlessly, outputting more than 100,000 damage per second, which could trouble a regular player's mount. But for Crimson Lizard King, whose health was soon to exceed a billion, it was nothing but a light drizzle.

Death Dragon's Breath!

Blazing Meteor Shower!

Crimson Lizard King let out a thunderous roar, unleashing a brutal clearing wave. Npc heads poking from the castle walls were immediately obliterated in the ensuing onslaught.

With Crimson Lizard King's overwhelming power, and its dual King's Authority status, it could rip apart even a King-level enemy, as long as they weren't a God-War Supreme or something of that caliber!

"Where is Ghost King? Come out and face death!" Orson called out, his voice resonating through the quiet night sky. Standing atop Crimson Lizard King, Orson looked like a god about to issue divine judgment!

Berenice chimed in: "Not bad! Such a huge palace must surely have treasures aplenty! Hurry up and hand them over, or I'll give you a quick, painless death!"

Orson rolled his eyes. The dramatic entrance he'd planned was completely ruined by the little troublemaker beside him.

Sea of Blood, Raging Waves!

With those words, Orson's expression shifted, and above the Ghost King Palace, blood mist began swirling, dyeing the entire night sky blood-red. At the peak of the arched palace, a lone figure emerged.

Standing over three meters tall with a remarkably handsome face, it would have been hard to tell if this was a man or a woman, had it not been for the exaggerated bulge of life force. The figure's eyes were like black holes, glowing with an eerie light as blood-red wings unfurled to a ten-meter span. The figure held two staffs—one long, one short—both embedded with massive dragon soul crystals.

Dark Blood Magic.

Orson's eyes narrowed.

The Sea of Blood, Raging Waves, an A-tier blood magic spell, could summon blood serpents to assist in battle by manipulating all flesh and blood around it. The more blood and flesh accumulated, the more powerful the blood serpent would be.

In a battlefield strewn with corpses, this spell was comparable to an S-tier Forbidden Curse, capable of turning any target that is infected with blood mist into food for the summoned blood serpents, regardless of whether they were allies or enemies.

The blood sea surged endlessly, and the areas it touched were rapidly consumed, turning the melted remains of the Npcs on the castle walls into blood mud. This blood mud began to form into nine grotesque blood serpents, which rose into the air, immediately lunging toward Orson and his group.

Blood Demon Serpent

Blood Elemental Summon

Health: 30 million

Attack: 11,000

Skills: Evil Blood Poison, Fatal Devour, Attack Diminish

These nine blood serpents had stats comparable to Domain Lord-Class bosses and could inflict multiple debuffs. In fact, even if Ghost King could not leave the palace range, the blood serpents alone could easily wipe out a 300-player battle force.

Lili cried out in desperation: "Ancestor, forgive me! Ancestor... your descendant just wants to live!"

Lili fell to her knees, trembling, before lifting her gaze to Orson, her eyes filled with expectation.

"Great and invincible God-Emperor, please strike down the cursed ancestor for me! She will forgive my sins!"

Orson frowned at the request. This girl was terrified, yet had the audacity to ask him, an outsider, to kill her ancestor. What a bold little brat!

Orson chuckled faintly, watching the nine blood serpents charge toward them. He raised the Supreme Arcane Blade and lightly swung it, summoning the Chaos Hexagram. He whispered, "Awakening: Infinite Tsunami!"

The magic Dragon Curse transformed!

"Disgusting snakes, get away from me!" Orson sneered as the sound of the tsunami surged through the sky. The waves, glowing a brilliant blue, swept in from all directions.

In an instant, the entire Ghost King Palace was engulfed by the devastating waves, and the nine grotesque blood serpents let out horrified shrieks as they were flung into the palace.

Ghost King's eerie eyes widened in shock as she leaped down, blocking the beautiful woman before her with her vast blood wings, shielding her from the tidal wave.

Hillogu: "You heretic, you deserve to die!"

A large water dragon appeared in front of Hillogu, erecting several water walls made of water elements that lessened the tsunami's impact, though both the dragon and Hillogu were knocked off balance, crashing into several palace structures.

"Winona, kill him!" Hillogu staggered to his feet and shouted toward Ghost King.

Ghost King's face turned cold, and a regal aura enveloped her. The blood mist around her thickened as she spoke in a chilling tone: "Mortal, you are not worthy to command me."

Hillogu scoffed and raised a brilliant Holy Light scroll. "In the name of the immortal King of the Light Dragons, I command you to kill him!"

Ghost King instinctively took a step back, visibly wary of Hillogu's scroll. She swung her two staffs in a wide arc, summoning a black hexagram that nearly enclosed the entire palace.

"The spell radius is on par with a Dragon King!" Orson muttered as he observed the formation.

Fallen Angel Blood Demon Ancestor: Winona

King-Level Lifeform (cursed, quasi-God fall)

Level: 110

Health: 600 million

Attack: 40,000

Skills: Archmage-Level Dark Magic, Fallen Angel Physique

King's Authority: Blood Fire

Effect: In areas affected by the blood mist, the dead are revived with all their original strength for a limited time.

With Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye unlocked, Orson could now see the full stats of even King-level units, a feature likely tied to the Ancient Sacred Eye's hidden mechanism.

"A quasi-God-tier boss!" Orson thought, his heart skipping a beat.

This boss was indeed a fallen angel, not merely a projection of a powerful lifeform but a true entity, much stronger than Ashen King Odin.

If not for the Holy Light Curse limiting her movement, Orson suspected the difficulty of this encounter would easily rise to Legendary-Tier!

"Could a normal player really complete this task?" Orson thought, feeling somewhat perplexed.

While the fallen angel could not leave the palace and would suffer considerable power reduction, it was still an absurdly strong opponent. Given Ghost King's mastery of dark magic and Forbidden Curse level spells, even a coalition of major guilds might not be able to deal with her.

"Is there more to this?" Orson narrowed his eyes, using the Mirror of Folding to examine the beautiful woman beside Ghost King.

He froze for a moment. The woman, nearly too beautiful to be real, turned to look at him through the light of the Mirror of Folding, her eyes locking onto his.

"Ursula the Imperial Concubine Candidate is staring at you!"

"Ursula is grateful for you saving her sister Lili."

"Ursula wishes to negotiate with you."

"Negotiation content: She asks you to kill Earl Hillogu to avenge her parents."

"Negotiation content: She is willing to use the Crown of Sin to invoke the effect: Eternal Darkness Decay."

"By sacrificing herself, she will activate the Holy Light Curse on Ghost King, severely weakening her power, giving you a chance to win."

"Note: Due to Ghost King's power being weakened, even if you successfully kill her, the loot quality will be significantly reduced."

The prompt sounded one after another, and Orson finally understood.

"Of course, all I need to do is endure Ghost King's output, and forcefully kill a Domain Lord-Class Dragon Rider Earl."

"Do you agree with this proposal?"

Orson smiled lightly, shaking his head without hesitation: "Whoever touches my loot, I'll kill them."