Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 513: Godslayer Never Stops!

Orson’s face flushed red as he barked, "I said job orientation for the girls, not... whatever the hell you’re thinking!"

Divine Slash: "I was born a Godslayer, I’ll die a Godslayer ghost!"

Bradley: "No one treats their members better than this guild! Get paid to kill and marry the emperor’s widow? Orson deserves a million likes!"

Texas Musk: "If anyone dares say it’s hard to get girls in Godslayer again, I, Texas Musk, will be the first to punch back!"

Heartbroken Loli: "So violent... so dirty... I’m so into it!"

Orson sighed deeply, but his voice was drowned out by the howls of the Godslayer wolves.

The group of royal consorts, including Nadora, turned pale just seeing this raucous scene. They didn’t fully understand the banter, but it was hard not to associate this madness with the horrors they’d heard in imperial history—noble ladies dragged off by dark cultists, never to be seen again.

"Alright, alright, shut the hell up already!"

Madman slammed his hand against the wall, glaring at the wild Godslayer warriors. The noise dropped slightly.

"Unbelievable. I have zero authority around here..."

Orson’s heart quietly bled. Despite being a living legend in Infinite Dimensions, the untouchable icon of the Godslayer guild, he’d become little more than a figurehead.

People adored him. Worshipped him, even.

But when it came to keeping order? That was all Madman.

Madman was the enforcer. Just recently, a well-known team of ex-pro players joined Godslayer and refused to follow orders during a dungeon run. Madman didn’t hesitate—booted all six of them out on the spot.

To him, it didn’t matter how rich or how famous you were.

You weren’t bigger than the guild.

And if you pissed him off? You were out. Even if you were the second coming of Usher himself.

That’s how Godslayer rolled.

Even Iron Cavalry, a total hardass in his own right, showed Madman respect.

"I get what the Guild Master meant. Don’t overthink this," Madman said, adjusting his tone. "If they’re signing servant contracts, they’re valuable."

He swept his gaze across the crowd. "These ladies are princesses, nobles. Owning them is leverage. We could make half the empire flinch just by keeping them here."

The crowd nodded thoughtfully. Sure, hot NPC girls were nice—but watching Light Dragon Empire squirm? Even better.

"Madman always nails the analysis! But, uh... could you move your hand off the mermaid’s waist?"

Silent Rogue, second-in-command of the assassin squad, chimed in coldly.

"Tch... it’s just curiosity, alright? How the hell does she still have fish scales on her legs in human form?"

Madman awkwardly pulled his hand away. The mermaid princess glared at him, ears burning red.

The crowd jeered. Everyone knew: Madman wasn’t exactly pure-hearted.

"Know your enemy, know yourself. The rest of you, zip it."

Madman just grinned. He’d developed titanium-thick skin from flirting with player girls for years.

"I’m not signing anything! Anyone who wants to can go ahead! I’m the daughter of the Spirit King. Insult me, and death will follow."

Nadora crossed her arms, chin high, radiating arrogance. Her power came from a lineage of divine blood—there weren’t many who dared speak against her in the empire.

"You’ll lose this war, and your name will be etched into the history of Infinite Dimensions as nothing but a stain."

Her voice was cold. The Spirit Tribe predated the Light Dragon Empire by centuries. She knew better than anyone how terrifying it could be when the faithful of the Light God marched as one.

They’d once driven the Dark Dragon royalty to mass suicide in the sea.

No matter how mighty the Godslayer guild thought they were, against an empire, they were just ants under a boot.

Katherine, princess of the Flame Spirit Clan, stepped forward. "The elves value peace, but we’re no cowards. Face elemental fury and burn."

"WAR!!"

The barbarian high priestess’ daughter howled, muscle and rage pouring from every fiber.

"Damn it! You girls wanna die, just say it! Don’t ruin my vibe!"

Iron Cavalry roared. The dozen or so knights behind him instantly dropped their joking demeanor and became cold killing machines.

Shields locked. Swords and spears out. A mobile fortress closed in around the consorts.

"Combat stats are weak, but their tier is high. Killing one of them is like downing a mid-level boss. I’ll take the job," Raven said coolly.

The archers behind him nocked arrows in unison. Dozens of them, cloaked in grey and wearing beast-hide helms, aimed at Nadora.

This was the Raven Warband, the most hardcore bastards in the entire guild. They once ran a 48-hour nonstop pursuit across 2,000 kilometers just to hunt down rogue orcs.

In their eyes, women weren’t waifus. They were just targets.

"Any enemy of Godslayer... dies."

A gleaming sword reflected the sun. A silver-haired warrior stepped forward, face like a blade, eyes like thunder.

His warriors wore full sets of Level 55 legendary gear—almost impossible to complete this early in the game. Their blades, forged by Veijander, were part of the "Ourofang" series, enchanted with life-steal runes.

Each of them could solo a small guild boss.

They were the Godslayer Three Hundred Butchers.

And behind them came hundreds more Godslayer soldiers, geared in heroic sets, fortified for war.

They were the first to charge in the orc raids. The knights? They just came in to mop up.

"There’s no such thing as an undefeated champion forever."

Orson walked forward. The crowd parted for him like a tide. His eyes met Nadora’s.

"But I can tell you one thing for sure... Godslayer isn’t stopping here."

Nadora’s eyes twitched.

The force standing before her wasn’t an army.

It was a storm. A beast.

"Maybe they can last one day... no, two days at most. Once the War Supremes arrive, that Baron freak is done for."

She forced herself to believe it.

"Crimson Lizard King, you didn’t eat the head, right?"

Orson turned with a chuckle.

The great lizard grunted, stomping forward with something in her claw.

A grotesque, blood-soaked half-corpse—Bairinador’s severed head.

"Holy sh—he really did it..." Madman muttered, eyes wide.

The Godslayer players roared.

He walked into the capital alone... and walked out with the emperor’s head.

Was this guy even human?

"Hang it from the wall," Orson said flatly. "Let the banner of Godslayer fly beneath it."

"Let every enemy who comes—never return."

Bradley’s roar sparked a thunderous battle cry.

The killing intent surged like a wave. The empire’s princesses looked around in horror—

For the first time... they wondered if this guild might truly be unstoppable.