Chapter 559: Sniper Kill

"The target is Ron Edmond?"

The blonde middle-aged man in the image also gazed in that direction, his expression grave yet tinged with a hint of cold sneer: "Capture the king to capture the chieftain? Does this sniper think he can wound an Energy Monarch? Too confident, isn't he?"

"That is indeed an existence that cannot be harmed by firearms!"

Rothers Machin nodded slightly, also feeling that the possibility was extremely slim. However, he stopped signing and waited for the result. After all, it would only delay a moment and not affect the overall battle situation in Atlanta City.

The bullet traversed three kilometers through the air in just a thousandth of a second. At this moment, within the 'Energy Conservation' magic tower, the result had already been determined, though it had not yet manifested.

Meanwhile, at the top of the twenty-story magic tower, Ron Edmond was facing a deadly crisis.

When the bullet pierced the outer wall of the magic tower, Ron Edmond sensed the danger. However, the archmage thought the problem was minor. The bullet, crafted by a top-tier grand alchemist with a magic energy level as high as twenty-eight, contained immense power—but the current situation was still within his ability to handle safely.

Before the 'Dragon's Might' awe divine power began to take effect, Ron Edmond had already deployed nine protective spells in front of him, including 'Mental Resistance', 'Virtual Soul', 'Mechanical Mind', 'Prismatic Shield', 'Protection from Energy', and 'Force Shield'. He also conjured an energy分身 beside himself to simulate his own aura fluctuations.

Only then did the 'awe' of divine power level cause his soul to stiffen, nearly losing the ability to think momentarily. Fortunately, his mental protections worked. Especially 'Mechanical Mind', which allowed him to think and react effectively even under the impact of the awe divine power.

Next, this archmage, whose thinking pattern had become akin to a computer, watched as the bullet followed a spiral trajectory, blasting through layer after layer of his protective shields, penetrating the dozens of magical defense arrays inside and outside the magic tower as if they were nothing.

He wondered whether the person who fired this shot did so intentionally or by coincidence. The bullet always struck the weakest and most vulnerable points of all magical defense arrays and protective spells.

Even when hitting the strong points of the magical defense arrays, these arrays would, due to various accidents, suffer delays or even obstacles in magic energy operation.

Thus, this demigod-level bullet could always penetrate his layers of defense with minimal energy consumption.

The energy分身 released by Ron Edmond was also completely useless. The bullet locked onto his position and struck.

Was that the divine power of fate?

When this conjecture arose in Edmond's mind, the shock and fear from the depths of his soul nearly shattered his Mechanical Mind.

At that moment, the magic energy bullet was only twenty meters away from him.

Ron Edmond desperately twisted and folded space, using his spatial magic to the fullest, arranging three layers of twisted void in front of him while attempting to teleport away from the magic tower's central hub where he stood.

However, his final spell, 'Astral Escape', failed due to a single error in the magic energy sequence, even causing magic energy backlash.

For someone with the title 'Energy Monarch', this was simply inconceivable. Yet the error occurred so strangely.

In Ron Edmond's field of vision, the magic energy bullet was only 0.3 meters from his brow. The twisted and folded space he had created failed to deflect its trajectory. The bullet seemed to possess its own soul and will, always locked onto Ron Edmond's position.

Thus, extreme fear gripped his heart.

Ron Edmond did not panic. In the final moment, he cast a spell. Then, the next instant, his body began to be 'annihilated' by the divine power of 'annihilation' carried by the bullet.

As Edmond had anticipated, several regeneration spells he had prepared in advance failed to take effect.

The sniper wielded the divine power of 'life' and 'death'. His clones and magical puppets hidden in various corners of the magic tower all 'died' at the same moment under the effect of the divine power of 'death'.

But Edmond's final spell, 'Soul Severance', worked. He split off a portion of his flesh and soul, separating his divine essence and divine fire as a Law God, and briefly severed connection with the main body.

Then, after the 'main body' completely died and the bullet 'annihilated' in the energy collision, Edmond began to absorb the scattered spiritual remnants and restore his body.

But at this moment, his 'Energy Conservation' magic tower, without his control, began to tilt in the high altitude, and a huge mushroom cloud-like flame burst from the top of the tower.

This scene caused almost everyone fortunate enough to witness it, both inside and outside Atlanta City, to slightly widen their eyes and fall into silence.

"Dragon's Might!"

Two hundred kilometers away, the Silver Wing Duke Monroe Kincaid uttered this word, then without lingering, retreated into the shadows behind him.

As he had predicted, the sniper's ability had surpassed his own, Kincaid's. Staying in Atlanta City would lead to an unoptimistic outcome.

Meanwhile, Roland Benedict, who had arrived at the battlefield a minute earlier, had a strange glint flash in his pupils again, then he cast his gaze toward the 'Source of Whispers' magic tower of the demigod mage Ivor Garrison.

Li Mochen had demanded that he do his utmost to leave behind one of the many demigods.

In Roland Benedict's view, this Violet family magic consultant, a demigod mage who had become a councilor of the New World Magic Association and was not far from becoming an archmage, was undoubtedly the most valuable target after General George Mattiola!

Without any hesitation or delay, as the mushroom flame at the top of the 'Energy Conservation' magic tower dispersed, Roland Benedict's feet generated countless black wooden plants. Some purple vines wrapped around his body like armor, and then his entire person shot like a meteor into the fourteen-story magic tower, causing a thunderous roar that shook the mountains and earth, and a massive shockwave that impacted the sky and ground.

"How is this possible?"

At the top of the 'Purple Gem' building, Rosie Vanderlik stared at the smoking magic tower and murmured involuntarily: "That's Edmond! The archmage who can rival Bethel Einstein, a Law God who has already acquired the powerful divine office of 'Energy'."

"It's Dragon's Might! A nearly complete version of Dragon's Might! He also has a terrifying master—"

Heinz Vanderlik, the head of the Vanderlik family, also had a pale face.

"He makes me feel powerless and fearful!"

"That shot could kill you and me. Where on earth did Consiglio and his grandson find such a sniper? This guy's strength is probably far greater than the Silver Wing Duke Monroe Kincaid."

Kidd Vanderlik could understand his brother's feelings; in fact, his hands were also trembling at this moment.

At that instant, he saw a black beam strike the middle section of the 'Energy Conservation' magic tower, which was beginning to shuttle into the astral plane, causing the demiplane around the tower to collapse and a large area on the south side of the tower to cave in.

"The forbidden spell 'Material Annihilation'! It's the World Destroyer, Lafayette de Robespierre, making his move."

He felt that this 'Energy Monarch' was likely in grave danger. He probably wouldn't fall, but his injuries would likely be severe to the point of near death, and this 'Energy Conservation' magic tower might not be saved either.

"Salas, I think I'm very lucky—"

In the southern suburbs of Atlanta City, Rothers Machin was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes full of relief.

"I must be glad that I haven't signed this contract yet, right?"

Flames had ignited in his right hand, burning the dragonhide scroll he held.

"Please reconsider, Machin?"

The blonde middle-aged man in the magical projection also had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his eyes showing anxiety.

"I need your help now. Even if the previously promised conditions cannot be met, we can offer you other compensation."

Rothers Machin did not speak; the flame in his hand grew fiercer.

He wondered what compensation the National Progressive Association could offer that could compare with the promised sixty billion gold shield assets and the prospect of a financial conglomerate?

Even this organization, ranked among the top five in America, could not possibly pay tens of billions of gold shields just to bribe a demigod like him.

Compared to the compensation offered by the National Progressive Association, the risk he now faced had sharply risen to an extremely dangerous level.

"Rothers Machin!" the blonde middle-aged man emphasized, "Don't forget, that lucky Andre's parents died at the hands of your CIA! You were one of the participants in that pursuit, weren't you?"

Rothers's body trembled slightly, his expression extremely grave.

But at that moment, another dragon roar like that of 'the Destroyer Dragon God Bahamut' resounded in the sky, and a piercing gunshot once again vibrated Rothers's eardrums.

He instinctively looked up and saw the demigod hunter Ivan Brody, hidden in a corner of South Atlanta nineteen kilometers away, have his head blown off.

For a demigod who had ignited divine fire, the body and brain were not vital points. But this demigod's soul perished at the moment his body annihilated!

He could no longer control the powerful magic energy he possessed, causing a massive magic tide that surged and spread to every corner of Atlanta City in less than a second.

"It's the divine power of death!"

Rothers Machin's body trembled slightly, then he unhesitatingly increased the intensity of the flame.

"That pursuit was official business, Mr. Salas! I was merely following orders from my superiors to capture the couple Li Chunchu. And wasn't the National Progressive Association part of the group that remotely controlled the CIA's top brass and manipulated that incident? You cannot threaten me, sir."

Without waiting for the blonde middle-aged man to speak again, he waved his hand and terminated the magical communication.

At that moment, he heard his assistant, a fifth-level legendary mage, exclaim.

"It's hard to imagine that even someone like the 'Energy Monarch' could be severely wounded by a sniper rifle. This must be the most terrifying sniper in America!"

After saying this, the man turned his gaze: "Boss, were you on a call just now? Was it the National Progressive Association? Or our superiors?"

"The former! We're lucky this time; I almost led you all into a trap."

Rothers Machin did not hide this from his close comrade, then began to adjust his magic-powered battle armor: "Get the brothers ready. Orders may come down soon. We need to enter Atlanta City. Try to avoid conflict with the Wieldenstan family. Our mission is only to provide support and ensure that Atlanta City does not suffer mass casualties from this divine war."

At this moment, Li Mochen was using the scope of Dragon's Might to search for the next target. He was also visualizing his 'Divine Sky Spirit Fortune Purple Gold Tower'. The sixty thousand strands of merit originally缠绕 on this golden tower had now dwindled to just over twenty thousand.

But what satisfied Li Mochen was that the cost of killing the demigod hunter Ivan Brody consumed less than two hundred strands.

Compared to the wish to 'maximally severely wound Ron Edmond,' this consumption was less than one two-hundredth of that. Afterward, over two hundred strands of colorful spiritual light even flowed back, resulting in almost no net loss.

His next target was the 'Magic Source Realm' magic tower of the demigod mage Richard Tyson.

This one was already preparing to flee; the magic tower had opened a spatial barrier to the astral plane and was sliding into the boundless void.

"Richard Tyson—"

Anthony sighed: "After the most threatening hunter, you first target the mages. Amo, do you intend to kill them all here?"

Before his words faded, a huge illusory dragon shadow manifested behind Li Mochen. If anyone who had participated in the battle to seal the 'Destroyer Dragon God Bahamut' or had seen related magical legends were present, they would recognize this illusory image as the power projection of the dragon god king Bahamut.

Then Li Mochen's 3721 Linfield rifle spat fire, the thunderous roar causing the demiplane within the 'Destiny Manor' magic tower to churn with fierce gales and waves of energy.

The next instant, within less than a thousandth of a second, the top wall of the 'Magic Source Realm' underwent a small-scale annihilation. Then this twelve-story magic tower suffered the same fate as the 'Energy Conservation' tower, erupting in a huge flame ball after a violent tremor.

Simultaneously, vast magical spiritual light and magic energy tides occurred.

This twelve-story magic tower also lost control after the flame burst and began to fall downward.

"Anthony, can you help me control this magic tower? Don't let it crash. You should be able to do that, right?"

Li Mochen said as he switched targets. He indeed intended to maximize the elimination of enemy effective strength, so his fourth target was the demigod sorceress Clara Konzern, the one with a childlike figure.

As for Ivor Garrison, he was also very powerful and full of potential. However, Roland Benedict, the defector, was keeping him well occupied. In the short term, Li Mochen was not worried about Ivor Garrison escaping.

"As you command, mighty Lord Andre!"

Just as Anthony smiled wryly, Li Mochen made a wish to ensure the killing of 'Clara Konzern'. The 'Divine Sky Spirit Fortune Purple Gold Tower' saw another four hundred strands of merit dissipate. At the same time, the power projection of 'the Destroyer Dragon God Bahamut' appeared again behind Li Mochen.

"Bang!"

This bullet, personally crafted by Anthony Breiden, first shuttled into the astral plane, then entered the dark world, directly blasting into the brain of Clara Konzern, who had already fled into the dark world. Then this demigod sorceress with a childlike appearance had her brain explode like a watermelon, stirring up a massive magic tide in the dark world.

Then Li Mochen's next target was the demigod shadow walker Eden Kantor—not because the latter had stronger combat power or better escape abilities, but simply because this person was closer to his scope's field of view, requiring almost no additional adjustment.

However, purely in terms of 'threat', a demigod shadow walker who could move without a trace and complete assassinations silently indeed possessed unparalleled deterrence.

When Eden Kantor's entire body was annihilated into dust after the gunshot from Dragon's Might,

the Red Widow Caroline Zhukov, who had been fiercely fighting Eden Kantor, desperately entangled with the enemy to prevent his escape, was startled and instinctively stepped back a few paces.

"Wow—"

She looked with shock and admiration toward the direction of Sword Manor above Atlanta City.

That sniper had not changed position since the first shot; he had been freely unleashing firepower from the eight-story magic tower above Sword Manor.

"Truly an astonishing boss. Such sniping is like the scythe of death."

Caroline Zhukov sighed, and then this demigod shadow walker's figure leaped into the shadows. Now that her opponent was dead, she had to find the next one.

Li Mochen paid her generously and restored many years of her lifespan, so the Red Widow was happy to serve him.

……

Meanwhile, in the Oval Office of the Abraham White House, everyone gathered there was pale-faced, holding their breath.

The magical projection displayed in the center of the Oval Office was shocking their minds.

"A god-level sniper, a brutal massacre. It seems my divination has come true."

Tore De Oro, a managing director of the New Continent Magic Association and a sorcerer, chuckled: "Mr. President, you should give me a bonus or approve the funding for my two research projects. I prevented you from making a foolish decision today, didn't I?"

But he was met with unfriendly glances from those around him. De Oro's advice was indeed beneficial, but the problem was that this was not the right time to claim credit.

"We must stop him! Stop him from shooting further."

White House Chief of Staff Loren Calderon's lips had turned purple: "This is a crime, a crime against the nation! Those are all demigods."

The President behind the desk also looked at Ms. Christie Brad with a hint of hope.

—After all, they were demigods of the American Federation, each one very precious.

Even though their country had become the hegemon of the bright world, in terms of the number of demigods alone, it did not hold an absolute advantage in this world.

Across that ocean, there were two other countries with great potential; their number of scattered immortals and demigods still surpassed America's overall, and they were more united and cohesive.

"I can't think of anything, Mr. President."

Ms. Brad shook her head gravely: "After all, he is not yet Professor Einstein's apprentice. I did nothing for him before, nor said anything, so now I cannot ask him to make concessions for me."

A hint of disappointment appeared in the President's eyes. Then he turned his gaze to his National Security Advisor.

"Any ideas, Jackson?"

"We are powerless, Mr. President."

Jackson Richard shook his head: "We have only mobilized seven demigods near Atlanta, but any hostile move against the Wiltonshire family will lead to uncontrollable danger. And although the few sorcerers who can control the situation can arrive at the scene one second after your order, their mage towers are far from Atlanta. They are not true sorcerers; without the help of their mage towers, they cannot cast forbidden spells ten thousand kilometers away. Unless we ask the gods to intervene—"

"That's impossible!"

Treasury Secretary Lawrence Rockefeller spoke, almost exactly repeating the words of the white-haired sorcerer: "The 'Treaty of Separation between Humans and Gods' signed by the sorcerers and gods in the Pantheon two thousand years ago, and the Eastern world's 'Severance of Heaven and Earth,' are the foundation of this civilized world. We cannot break this treaty."

Jackson Richard showed no reaction to Lawrence's words and continued: "Give it up, Mr. President! We can't save those demigods. The 3721 Linfield rifle fires very fast; it's a light sniper rifle. By the time your decision to save them is conveyed to Atlanta, those guys will have their heads blown off by that sniper. So what we need to worry about now is the aftermath. First, the demigod action teams that have arrived at the scene should enter Atlanta. Although their abilities are useless for the battle, they are good for disaster relief. This can improve the image of intelligence agencies like the CIA, FBI, and DHS, and also benefit your personal reputation."

The President nodded slightly: "Good suggestion, Richard. Please convey this order for me."

"I'm already doing it, Mr. President!"

Jackson Richard said while writing on a drawing board shimmering with magical light: "Additionally, I suggest the President's Office issue an order for the military to mobilize supplies and personnel for rescue operations."

"Second, Andre is unlikely to allow General George Mattiola to leave; he probably won't compromise with the National Progressive Association and the Violet Family. If General Mattiola dies, conflict between the Wiltonshire family and the National Progressive Association is inevitable. Even if we can't stop it, we must avoid another full-scale demigod war. Also, we have to adapt to the fact that a new supreme family now exists on American soil. Although their power in politics and business is still weak, their overall military force is exceptionally strong—"

"And influence. The rise of 'Sunrise Media,' the fifth largest media group in the country, is an unstoppable trend. I personally suggest that in the upcoming South Carolina Senate by-election, we can recommend Ms. Nanette Drew to run. This can unite the Wiltonshire family's strength and also weaken the expansion pace and power of 'Sunrise Media,' killing two birds with one stone."

At that moment, everyone in the office had extremely grave expressions.