Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 395 - – You Want Me to Kneel and Lick Your Filthy Feet?!

"…Wait, who the hell is this guy? He talks even more arrogantly than I do."

Orson froze as the dragon-shaped phantom turned its eyes on him.

Draconis stared at him for a long moment before snarling, "You carry the stench of that treacherous bastard, BlazeKing."

Orson's face twisted in disbelief. Treacherous? Since when?

While he was still trying to process, the phantom expanded again. Borlog's body shook under the immense pressure, the majestic wolf-like form spurting blood, revealing eerie white bones beneath his shredded flesh.

Borlog clenched a stone sphere between his teeth. Only then did Orson notice that what looked like an ordinary rock was actually covered in glowing teal runes. The glyphs shimmered like tadpoles, radiating wisps of azure mist that made the phantom clearer and more solid.

Orson frowned and immediately checked the item's attributes.

"Death Dragon God: Dragonheart"

Quality: Unknown

Effect: Unknown

Description: This is the heart of Draconis, one of the three Primordial Dragon Gods from the Era of Immortals.

Draconis: Ruler of the Underworld, God of Death

Vortigon: Ruler of the Heavens, God of Destruction

Solarius: Ruler of the Mortal Realm, God of Creation

Orson sucked in a breath. The amount of information in just that one item was insane—he couldn't even process it all.

This thing was from the Era of Immortals, the same era as BlazeKing from the Infinite Dimensions universe! This wasn't just any dragon's heart—it was the literal heart of the God of Death himself, the founder of the entire Death God Dragon Clan.

"You say BlazeKing is a traitor? I'm sorry, but I don't agree," Orson replied coolly, trying to fish for more info while hiding his shock.

He was still full of questions about the mysterious war god who had sent him a Super God-grade Soul Seal across space and time. How had he done it? And how had someone that powerful lost to the Heaven Demons?

Orson was now stronger than any other player. But when the Fusion World fully descends… would it be enough to change his fate, or that of his friends?

Even war gods had fallen. All that remained in this era were shattered legends.

Draconis didn't respond immediately. His massive form kept growing, the head now fully emerging from Borlog's body. The god lifted his long neck like he was deliberately showing something off.

Orson blinked.

Beneath the neck of the once-supreme god of death, a jagged line of text was carved:

"Era of Immortals, Year 2 – Tecumseh was here to ta…"

Orson took a spiritual critical hit. That wild black-haired youth… had this kind of kink?

But the sentence was never finished—the last character wasn't even fully carved.

More lines followed as the dragon's neck extended:

"Era of Immortals, Year 11 – Draconis resisted? If so, come at me again!"

"Era of Immortals, Year 17 – Crushed the Lord of the Underworld. Pity—his resistance weakened, and it got boring."

These weren't scribbles. They were carved in with a blade, each stroke bold and deadly, practically radiating murderous intent.

Orson could almost see the scene—a lone war god standing tall, snapping a dragon horn barehanded, carving insults into the divine body of a Dragon God.

Absolute legend.

Utterly badass.

"Our ancestor… was a damn monster."

Orson was floored. Just how cocky and strong did you have to be to humiliate one of the three Dragon Gods like that?

Borlog groaned, "I can't hold on much longer… Insert the Dragonheart into the Death God Dragon's mouth. It might be reborn through death."

Orson's eyes widened. He remembered—Borlog had inherited a fragment of an Ancient Dragon God's soul, which mutated him into a king-level beast and earned him the "Awakened" title. That soul fragment and the Dragonheart might have both come from Draconis.

The Crimson Lizard King was from Death God Mountain. It likely carried a diluted trace of Draconis's bloodline, too weak to awaken before.

Back in the Ice Dragon dungeon, it had been ambushed and killed—only to be revived by Berenice's divine blood.

That divine dragon blood had triggered its transformation into a true member of the Death God Dragon Clan.

Orson's heart pounded. So there was a way forward. If the Crimson Lizard King was connected to Draconis by blood—feeding it the Dragonheart might just bring it back!

Orson reached for the heart.

And immediately got spat on. Thick, bloody phlegm landed squarely on his hand.

"What the hell?!"

This damn thing had zero manners! No wonder BlazeKing beat it down again and again—it deserved it!

What a pathetic excuse for a goddamn dragon! Dead or alive, still asking for a beating.

"You're an ancient being, I won't stoop to your level," Orson muttered, barely holding in his anger. He glanced at the Crimson Lizard King—half its body already gone—and panicked inside.

Borlog's face twisted in pain, his six eyes bulging. He fought to regain control of his body, but Draconis merely turned his head away arrogantly, dragging Borlog's body back like it was his toy.

"You're just a soul fragment! Stop acting like you own the place!" Orson snapped, finally losing it.

"Oh? A bit of spine. No wonder you share blood with that bastard," Draconis hissed, craning his neck like a serpent, eyes full of disdain.

"Hand it over. Let's end this," Orson growled, trying to stay calm.

"Even as a fragment, what can you do to me?" Draconis smirked coldly.

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Suddenly, two beams of blood-red light shot from his eyes, piercing Orson's heart.

Ultimate Law: Death's Dominion

Effect: Instant Death!!

Orson's eyes went wide. No damage numbers, no system warnings—just darkness. He collapsed instantly.

"This is bullshit…!" he gasped.

His soul floated above his corpse, but before he could revive, the resurrection screen vanished. A red light locked down even his soul.

No revival.

No true death either.

"This… this has to be beyond god-tier power," Orson thought, horror gripping him.

What the hell happened during the Era of Immortals? The fall of the war gods… the fall of the Dragon Gods… Was this all the doing of the so-called galactic gods?

But how do you kill something this terrifying?

Orson felt a hopeless sense of powerlessness. No matter how strong a trial-taker became, in this twisted game of divine rules, they were just disposable tools.

Just like slave contracts—one thought from a master could kill their servant. This was the gods' reality. The so-called trial-takers were nothing more than pawns to be sacrificed at a whim.

Ultimate Law: Death's Dominion – Resurrection

Red light flashed again.

Orson was back on his feet.

He stared at his hands in disbelief. One second dead, the next alive again—what kind of cursed nonsense was this?

"Kneel. Kiss my toes. Show respect. Repent on behalf of your ancestors," Draconis mocked, laughing darkly.

"You want me to kneel to a damn soul fragment? And lick your nasty feet?!"

Orson burst into laughter, his gaze turning cold. "You'd better take a hard look. That's your descendant over there—the last true Death God Dragon Clan member from Infinite Dimensions."

Draconis snarled, "She's your beast, your partner in battle. You'd abandon her?"

"Eh… sorry. We're not that close. She's just a domain-lord tier pet."

Orson yawned.

Draconis stared at him, unsure if he was bluffing.

Orson casually added, "Golden Dragon King Soros is already dead. Next, I'm raiding their nest. Golden Dragon eggs? I've got loads. I'll hatch an army of Saint Lord-class beasts."

"You serious?" Draconis asked warily.

Orson didn't answer. He just quietly began looting the battlefield.

But deep down, he wasn't as calm as he looked. With Draconis's power, he could've crushed Borlog on the way here—but he didn't. That meant he was using Orson to vent frustration over being humiliated by BlazeKing.

Plunk!

The Dragonheart dropped to the ground.

Draconis muttered, "Boring," then vanished as his soul retreated into the heart.

"Holy crap… that was close."

Orson lunged forward, grabbing the Dragonheart with both hands, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

"T-That was a Primordial Dragon God. You really dared to trick him?!" Grevor stammered, looking at Orson in pure terror.

Orson stayed quiet. Truth be told, if things had gone on just a bit longer, he would have dropped to his knees.

The Crimson Lizard King wasn't just a battle companion—it meant something more.

He looked at the fading body of his beast partner and muttered, "There's not another hardworking dragon like this in all of Infinite Dimensions."

Then, without hesitation, he pried open her jaws and shoved the Dragonheart in.