Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage - Chapter 752: I Finally See You
Chapter 752: 752: I Finally See You
The air cracked as Belenor’s massive fist tore through the storm. Entire ridgelines buckled and collapsed into dust.
There had been no warning—just one horrific punch.
Oliver’s artifact armor shattered like paper. The blow drove straight through his chest and burst from his back in a spray of crimson.
Blood geysered across the ground. Oliver’s eyes widened in disbelief. Then his pupils went dim.
Critical hit.
Instant kill.
The scene froze Ethan in place. The self-styled hellion of Mars stood slack-jawed, trembling lips barely forming words.
“Oli… Oliver!!!”
Oliver—the “Rising Aurora” of Earth.
A prodigy whose talent and precision rivaled the Archmage himself. To the Godslayer legion, his very existence was proof that Earth still had hope. He was the banner they rallied to, the one they believed would lead them home again.
And now, in the face of a godspawn’s casual punch, that banner lay torn in the dirt.
The strongest of Earth’s new generation was simply… gone.
“He was the Arrow God. He was strong, so strong… how could he die?”
“Why… why?!”
Ethan staggered, memories hammering at him—Oliver scolding him with that stern face, beating him bloody for his screwups. But beneath it all, Ethan knew the truth: Oliver’s bark was far worse than his bite. He had Usher’s same harsh tongue, but the softest heart.
No matter what mess Ethan stirred up across the worlds, Oliver always came crashing in to clean it up. Sure, Ethan got tied to a post and whipped afterward, but that was still mercy compared to what his enemies suffered.
“You pitiful mutts,” Damiron’s voice rang out, mocking, “don’t tell me you’re waiting for a relic to bring him back?”
Gasps. The truth hit like ice. Oliver’s corpse lay still. The Rootless Water that should have resurrected him flickered uselessly.
Revival divine item: nullified.
Revival divine item: nullified…
The scythe in Damiron’s hand gleamed black, etching lines of death across Oliver’s fallen body.
“This can’t be real… I’ll slaughter every last one of Belenor’s bastards!”
“Is this truly the end? If the Archmage were here, they wouldn’t dare…”
“Everything’s over. Orson’s return was just a dream. He’s never coming back.”
On Earth, in occupied cities. In Mars colonies, huddled around broadcasts. Every Godslayer heart sank to ash. Their last hope died with Oliver.
“Ethan, run!”
Riven’s shout snapped through the despair. His body blurred, vanishing into stealth, sprinting to grab Ethan and drag him out.
Velorith’s forbidden incantations rose like thunder, lightning arcs crashing down—
“King’s Authority! Soul Lock!”
A godspawn with a knight’s shield stepped forward, his power severing Velorith’s spell mid-cast. The dragon reeled, stunned.
“King’s Authority! True World’s Eye!”
Another strode out, carrying a bow of star-dragon bone. A vertical azure eye split open on his brow, dazzling light flaring across the arena.
Riven’s cloak shredded. His daggers fizzled to smoke. Every sub-god artifact in sight unraveled to nothing.
“What the hell is this?!” Riven snarled, his stealth stripped bare.
Belenor’s six walked tall, each one wrapped in bloodlines of law. Power that crushed mortals beneath its weight. That was the birthright of godspawn. No matter how far mortals climbed, they began leagues behind.
“Belenor!” adventurer squads from other worlds dropped to their knees, shouting in unison.
“Command us, and we’ll cut down these vermin!”
Belenor nodded, sovereign calm in his voice. “Your resolve is clear. United, we will shatter the old dominion.”
“Spare them.”
The voice was small, weak. Damiron blinked, scythe paused inches from Oliver’s soul. Then she burst out laughing, stepping toward the bloodied boy slumped in the dirt.
“You? Negotiate? With what?” she sneered, pressing her boot onto Ethan’s skull.
“Take my life,” Ethan croaked, pale lips trembling. “Just… let them go.”
Damiron leaned harder, grinding his head into the ground, her smile twisting.
“One life for five? You? A pampered fool? You think you’re worth that much?”
“You invaded us,” Ethan rasped, blood dripping from his mouth. “We’ll fight back… even if it kills us.”
Again and again he forced his head up, defiance burning in his eyes. He had nothing left of a young master’s pride. Only the desperate will to buy his people a chance.
“Godslayers do not kneel!”
The roar split the horizon, the voice of an iron-willed brother-in-arms.
“Fight! He’s my brother’s son! He does not kneel!”
The cry echoed, tearing at Ethan’s soul. His vision blurred. Oliver was dead. And he—he was nothing but a failure.
“I have seen the revelation of my father.”
Belenor’s voice swept the arena, lofty and absolute. He didn’t even look at Ethan. “This boy is no warrior. His death will mark the union of eleven worlds into one iron wall.”
“Glory to the God of Strength!”
“Glory to Belenor!”
“For the United Dimensions!”
Their shouts thundered across the broadcast. Billions watched, swept up in fervor. Orson’s bloodline would die here. The last obstacle would be ground to dust. The Aurora Goddess would vanish into history.
Surrounded, Ethan’s bloodied face sagged in despair. For a moment, he only wished—if only his father were here. His mother had told so many stories of him, of battles against impossible odds. Ethan had worshipped those stories, trained until his hands bled.
But he had seen it himself. Godslayer’s once-invincible armies broken, burned to cinders under ten divine legions. Bradley chained. Nightshade enslaved. The guild shattered, demons driven mad.
He had given up. Told himself survival was enough. Told himself there was no point.
My son.
My man.
My world.
The voice was soft, tender. It flowed into every mind.
Oliver’s corpse stirred. Like a puppet, he rose to his feet. A luminous shadow bloomed behind him—a seraph of impossible beauty, wings spread wide. Her arms wrapped gently around him, sealing the hole in his chest.
“My child…” she whispered. Then paused. Her head turned upward, her lips curving in a smile.
“My husband.”
Every gaze snapped skyward. Breath caught in a single hiss.
A warship of black steel, vast beyond worlds, tore through the sky. The space around it shattered like glass.
And then, a voice. Rich, unmistakable. Heard across every world.
“Riley. I hear your voice.”
“My children. My brothers. At last… I finally see you.”
