Bradley gave Orson a thumbs up and laughed loudly. "You're insane, boss!"
"But... can you really hit them from here?" Female Dorm God asked, perplexed. Even with his bad math skills, he could estimate that the southeastern outskirts of the city were at least 2-3 kiloters from the respawn point.
What is this guy, a mortar?
"Pay attention, young man," Bradley said with a mischievous grin. "This is what it ans to have the range of a God-tier Mage!" He laughed maniacally, recalling Orson's incredible range when they fought monster hordes together.
Grabbing Female Dorm God by the arm, Bradley rushed toward the city.
They had a plan. Bradley would relay precise coordinates, while Female Dorm God would collect the loot.
A few minutes later, Bradley spotted the Saint Slayer Syndicate mbers.
These thugs were gathered near the healer NPC, spewing all kinds of vulgar insults. Even though their bodies had been blown apart in battle, their mouths were as sharp as ever. They were masters of stirring drama.
The world chat was now littered with ssages tarnishing Orson's reputation, prompting even mbers of his guild to ssage him for clarification.
"Don't worry about it," Orson said over the guild channel. "Everyone, head to Pondenorlin City's respawn point. All the equipnt and gold dropped will be split freely among you."
Although confused, the guild mbers perked up at the ntion of free loot. Many abandoned whatever they were doing and made their way back to the city.
anwhile, the Saint Slayer Syndicate continued running their mouths.
"Hey, Godslayer players! What's up? Co give a hug, sweethearts!" sneered Saint Slayer Water God, leering at so of the female guild mbers nearby.
"Ew, this guy's character is so ugly. His gear looks like old rags. I'm yucking from a distance!" one woman replied with disdain.
"Totally. I only have eyes for our Kai-Kai. He's the handsost!"
"Right? Kai-Kai's not just good-looking; he's super nice too. He even helped farm monsters earlier!"
Their chatter drew everyone's attention to Bradley, who sat cross-legged like a model of masculine charm.
"Damn it, don't distract !" Bradley scowled, slapping away the playful hands of a few overly excited girls.
"Wow! A true hero! So many admirers! I'm so envious!" said Female Dorm God, his inner creep slipping through as he drooled over the scene.
"You idiot! Get ready to grab the loot!" Bradley snapped, giving him a swift kick in the rear.
Not far away, Saint Slayer Water God mocked Bradley, standing smugly within the respawn zone's healing aura.
"Wow, such a tough S-tier warrior. Why don't you just stay here forever? As soon as you step away, I'll make sure to take good care of your girls!"
"Is that so? How about you try staying online?" Bradley replied coldly. He knew better than to charge into the respawn area recklessly. The healing aura, combined with the sheer number of enemies, would spell certain death.
The Saint Slayer Syndicate players clustered in the respawn zone weren't there by choice. If they left the healing aura, the empire's guards would hunt them down on sight.
Bradley's voice ca over the guild channel. "Coordinates: 132.37. We're in position."
Hearing this, Orson, stationed in the outskirts where he'd previously fard mobs, issued a guild-wide warning:
"All mbers, step back 20 ters to avoid collateral damage."
"Seriously? He can hit from here?" Female Dorm God muttered in disbelief. A 2-3 kiloter range sounded more like the attack radius of a dragon boss than a mage's spell.
Bradley chuckled ominously. "If you want to stay alive, stand behind . My buddy's about to fire a wave of pure destruction."
As the guild mbers nervously retreated, a Paladin nad Iron Cavalry scoffed.
"Look at this posturing. It's all talk. Orgod's just blowing smoke to cover his failure."
"Shut your trap and watch," Bradley sneered. "Your opinion isn't needed."
"Fine. But mark my words: if we lose the guild battle later, I'm out."
"Go ahead. Quit now. But if I see you again after, I'll cut you down without hesitation," Bradley shot back, reminding Iron Cavalry of the five defeats he'd suffered in their last duel.
A gasp shattered the tension.
"What in the... Cot Strike?!" cried Female Dorm God, his eyes glued to the sky.
"What... is that?!" Iron Cavalry stamred, his face pale.
Above Pondenorlin City, a colossal teor—nearly 100 ters in diater—descended from the heavens.
The teor burned brightly, its surface erupting with fiery sparks as it plumted through the atmosphere. Its enormous shadow engulfed the respawn area, and panic spread like wildfire.
"Fall back! FALL BACK!" Bradley roared, dragging two girls by the arms as everyone fled in terror.
"Dude! Are you insane? You're going to kill us all!" he bellowed into the guild chat.
"Crap... why is this thing so terrifying?" Orson muttered to himself.
He had expected Celestial Descent to summon a slightly larger-than-average rock. Instead, the 2,000-mana spell had conjured an apocalyptic teor.
Those who witnessed the scene were stunned. This wasn't just so AoE ability.
This was doomsday incarnate.
The teor crashed down with a deafening roar, unleashing a cascade of shockwaves. Entire buildings were leveled, and the once-bustling respawn area beca a fiery wasteland.
Dozens of Saint Slayer Syndicate mbers were annihilated instantly. Even bystanders were caught in the devastation.
Orson's sin value skyrocketed.
Pondenorlin City quaked violently as if struck by an earthquake. The sheer destructive force was unfathomable.
-4400!
-4400!
Splash Damage: -1500!
Splash Damage: -1500!
The combat log scrolled relentlessly, displaying over 400 damage notifications. The attack dealt massive direct damage, followed by countless physical impacts from shattered debris.
The area looked like it had been struck by an S-tier forbidden spell.
Orson stood in silence, grappling with the implications of what he'd unleashed.
He realized that the physics engine of Infinite Dinsions had amplified his spell's effects. Most Earth Mages would never achieve such devastation because their limited range restricted Celestial Descent's potential.
However, Orson's unparalleled range allowed the teor to gain imnse speed through gravitational acceleration. By the ti it hit the ground, the resulting explosion sent thousands of fragnts hurtling outward like shrapnel.
This wasn't just a spell—it was a calamity.
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