Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 345 - – Are You Gonna Breathe Fire or Not?!
[Grey Dwarven King's Ambition]
Quality: Ancient Relic
Effect 1: Influenced by the unyielding ambition of the Grey Dwarven King, this relic allows any war beast equipped with it to instantly gain Master-level Beast Taming, ignore class restrictions, and increase active beast slots by +2.
Effect 2 – Gale Sprint: The main war beast's movement and flight speed increase by 20%. Activating this skill grants a 50% speed boost for 5 minutes. Fixed cooldown: 5 minutes.
Ancient relics were always a cut above ordinary divine artifacts—Celestial Fortress's main weapon was a prime example of that.
The [Gale Sprint] skill alone was ridiculously powerful.
If stacked with Crimson Lizard King's innate [Quick Burst] ability…
This overgrown lizard would practically turn into a missile.
Orson grinned with satisfaction.
With the ability to summon three war beasts simultaneously, he was now on par with an A-Class Beast Tamer.
Once those two dumb eggs in his inventory hatched, and with Crimson Lizard King's limitless growth potential, taking over the two great empires of Infinite Dimensions would just be a matter of time.
Harvesting the Spoils
As Crimson Lizard King devoured the last scraps of dragon meat, Orson pulled out the [Soul Collector] to gather the Saint Lord remains.
At that moment—
His Phoenix Egg in the inventory suddenly trembled.
A red mist spread outward, swirling around the battlefield—
Then, with a greedy pull, it absorbed large amounts of dragon blood into itself!
[Saint Lord-Class Boss Blood Quality Amplification!]
[Blood Absorption +100,000!]
[Blood Absorption +100,000!]
Orson's eyes lit up.
His hatching progress bar had just jumped by 200,000!
This was far more efficient than simply stacking kills for blood collection.
However—
The hatching conditions weren't clearly stated anywhere.
It was uncertain whether other high-tier bosses would also speed up the process.
Frowning slightly, he pulled up past battle logs, checking the low-tier elite dwarven bosses he had slain earlier.
Their blood had also been absorbed—
But the hatching progress only increased by +1 per kill.
Clearly, only immensely powerful beings could significantly accelerate the Phoenix Egg's growth.
Orson chuckled.
"If Berenice were awake, I wouldn't even need to lift a finger."
With Crimson Lizard King handling the corpses, his little aircraft extracting the blood, Orson gathering the souls, and Dearest looting the drops…
Description: Passed down through thousands of years, this sacred forge enhances crafted equipment to unprecedented levels—as long as its flames remain burning. Warning: If the forge fully extinguishes, its divine properties will diminish. Current Forge Heat: 66,666 / 99,999. Note: This cannot be stored in inventory and is marked by Odin's magic signature, making forced relocation impossible.
Orson stared at it.
His heart sank.
"No wonder Odin didn't take the dragons with him—he needed them to keep this forge running!"
And now?
Without their eternal fire, the forge was cooling fast.
At this rate, it would completely shut down.
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"Damn! This is a once-in-a-lifetime divine relic!"
His inner archaeologist was screaming.
Technically… it wasn't his yet.
But it would be.
No way in hell was he letting this ancient treasure go to waste!
"No. 1! Light it up! We can't let the guild's assets go to waste!"
Crimson Lizard King blinked in confusion.
What?
"Yes, you!" Orson pointed at the forge base.
"Just spam Doom Dragon Breath! Pretend you're starting a campfire!"
Crimson Lizard King recoiled.
What kind of disrespectful nonsense was this?!
But—
Orson twirled his staff.
"Are you gonna breathe fire, or do I have to 'convince' you?"
A glow of menace flickered in his eyes.
Immediately—
Crimson Lizard King folded.
With a low, grumbling roar, it blasted the forge with black fire, causing the entire cavern to tremble.
[Forge Heat +1,000!]
[Forge Heat +1,000!]
As the Doom Dragon Breath continued, the forge reignited, its size increasing once more.
Orson grinned.
"That's more like it."
But—
A deafening roar suddenly ripped through the tunnels.
The walls split apart—
And a massive, black-furred boar's head emerged from the cavern entrance.
Its tusks gleamed like spears.
Odin's war beast.
"FILTHY ADVENTURER—RETURN MY DIVINE CORE!!!"
A thunderous voice shook the entire cavern—
As the ceiling began to collapse.
