Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 402 I am Wen Lie, the Reincarnator, the Captain of the Central Continent Team! I...I am the strongest Reincarnator!

The Cetus Galaxy.

While Wen Lie and Satan were still fighting, Wen Lie suddenly stopped.

The interval of less than a thousandth of a second was as conspicuous as a torch in the night in Satan's eyes. His fist was simply thrust forward—a strike that returned to the essence of nature, with the holy pressure of the Dao wrapped around the fist that made the Milky Way tremble.

When the punch landed on Wen Lie's chest, his superhuman body let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, like a delicate glasswork falling apart in the face of absolute power.

His body left a shocking trail of blood across the universe, spanning several light-years, before finally crashing into the Tianyuan IV star system, shattering countless celestial bodies.

"It's time to end this, Messiah."

The light gathered at Satan's fingertips pulled a neutron star tens of light-years away from its orbit.

These densest celestial bodies in the universe were hurled by Satan like toys, their terrifying mass crushing Wen Lie's still-unreconstructed body into dust once more.

As the shattered body gradually came together, Satan was already close at hand, raising his right hand to strike Wen Lie.

The lines on his palm flowed with the light and shadow of fading stars, the birth and destruction of countless stars cycling endlessly within them. When he pressed down with this palm, the Tianyuan IV star system, like glass falling from a great height, turned into cosmic dust in a silent explosion.

The merging body was shattered again by the shock, and Satan's holy power forcefully suppressed Wen Lie, obliterating every particle that made up the body.

Suddenly, a dazzling flower of blood bloomed on the back of Satan's hand.

It was an indescribable brilliance, as if someone had compressed billions of stars in the Milky Way into the size of a needle tip, or like the first ray of light that split the chaos at the time of creation, its essence being the outflow of the broken sacred path.

"The Spear of Longinus?"

Satan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stopped.

A broken spear emerged from the folds of time and space, with a dark red mark remaining on the blade—blood that had dried up two thousand years ago.

The broken blade and the spear shaft merged into one, and the complete Spear of Longinus burst forth with an unprecedented divine radiance. Hundreds of millions of quantum runes awakened from the spear shaft, and the long-separated holy spear finally revealed its true form.

That is a supreme treasure capable of killing saints and destroying the holy path, the strongest creation of the Heavenly lineage!

"Those useless trash! They can't even hold a gun barrel, they're good for nothing and good for making things worse!"

Satan was enraged when he saw the complete Holy Lance appear.

Despite outnumbering and bullying the weak, how could the spearhead of the Holy Lance still be taken away?

Despite his anger, Satan's gaze became unusually solemn.

Before this, no matter how powerful Wen Lie unleashed, he could not harm him. But now it's different. Facing the Spear of Longinus, he can be injured, and he can die.

Wen Lie's figure was reshaped in the brilliance of the Spear of Longinus. He reached out and grabbed the spear, his indifferent gaze locked onto Satan's body, like a cold killing machine, ready to kill the enemy the moment he acquired the weapon.

However, the moment he held the gun, the bloodstains on the spearhead, which had been dry for two thousand years, suddenly came back to life and flowed upstream along the spear shaft.

The blood was not the holy blood of the gods, but human blood—thick, warm, with a rusty, fishy smell, yet containing a kind of unspeakable compassion.

“Ecce Homo (Look at this man!)”

A helpless lament echoed across a thousand years, resounding in the vacuum of the universe.

The Spear of Longinus became scorching hot, so hot that Wen Lie's consciousness trembled violently, and his eyes refocused as if his soul had been ripped open by a blunt knife.

In an instant, the divine shell shattered beneath the bloodstains on the gun tip.

In Satan's vision, Wen Lie's body was a profound, clear, and sublime light, with three different colored halos appearing and disappearing in the center of the light, symbolizing the person of the Father reflecting the person of the Son, and the person of the Holy Spirit equally connecting the two halos.

The overlapping halos, with the Father's person holding absolute dominance, and the instinctive resistance of the human spirit, caused the three persons to overlap yet be separated by an invisible chasm.

The Trinity is not a benefit, but a burden.

Until the Spear of Longinus was complete, until the blood of man awakened Wenlie, the barrier between the three tiers disappeared.

Gradually, a powerful aura rose from Wen Lie's body.

"There are three witnesses in heaven: the Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit, and these three are one; and there are three witnesses on earth: the Holy Spirit, the water, and the blood, and these three are also one."

The crystal walls of the plane were trembling.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, the vacuum of the universe seemed to possess a vessel for sound. The whispers of the stars were like the harmonies of a choir, the prominences erupting from stars played the organ of the universe, and fragmented stardust arranged itself into notes of hymns. Solemn chants rolled in from the ends of the universe. It was as if the whole world was celebrating the rebirth of the Triune God.

But only Satan understands.

This is not a celebration of heaven and earth, but rather the plane of existence is weeping. The interference between the holy path of the newborn saint and the plane of existence has caused the plane of existence to groan under unbearable pressure.

Wen Lie's aura surged wildly like a supernova explosion, rising from mortal objects to stars, and then to the vast and boundless galaxy.

At this stage, although the increase in momentum slowed down, it did not stop and continued to grow.

Breaking through to the high-level saint level is not Wen Lie's limit!

Satan was shocked and furious to discover a reality he did not want to believe: his opponent, who was far inferior to him just a moment ago, was now close to him, and the next moment he would be on par with him, and in a little while, he would surpass him.

“God, you are as biased as ever.”

Satan's lips twisted into a grotesque, sinister grin.

"Christ, I will cut off your path!"

Satan's voice was filled with jealousy and resentment. His body swelled up, and black scales surged out from the depths of his torn flesh. Seven ferocious dragon heads grew from his neck, and ten curved horns pierced his forehead. He wore a blasphemous crown on his head. His enormous body occupied most of the universe, and with a sweep of his tail, he knocked down thousands of stars.

"Oh, I know."

Wen Lie said casually, turning his head to look in the direction of Earth and raising the Spear of Longinus.

Fine, nanometer-sized black lines spread out from the Spear of Longinus, instantly enveloping every fundamental particle in the universe.

"You are the one who has committed the sin of arrogance!"

Satan laughed in fury, and all seven dragon heads raised their necks at the same time. Lava-like light spots moved between the gaps in the scales, and a dark red vortex lit up deep in the dragon's throat at the very center. A breath a hundred times more terrifying than a supernova explosion was spewed out, burning the space into nothingness.

Wen Lie hovered directly in front of the torrent of flames. When the world-destroying dragon's breath was only half an astronomical unit away from him, he raised his right hand and slowly pushed it forward.

"Sunquake!"

The instant the fist made contact with the flames, ripples generated trillions of vibrations within the flames. The dragon's breath, powerful enough to incinerate a star cluster, was decomposed into countless flames by Wen Lie's palm force.

"Solar eclipse!"

The palm strike swirled, stirring up countless flames of decomposition, which were then absorbed into Wen Lie's body as a tonic.

With a casual palm strike, Satan's full-force attack was neutralized.

Witnessing this palm strike, Satan's dragon eyes nearly turned into stars, and he was filled with dread.

Wen Lie, however, did not care at all. At this moment, his divine power had already locked onto Earth.

The Spear of Longinus thrust forward, its tip marking the beginning of a black trajectory that brought everything to an end. In the solar system, the black hole revealed to the world the most violent forces in the universe. Earth had become like an onion being peeled away layer by layer, revealing its fiery core.

In just 10 seconds, the Earth's volume decreased by one-tenth.

Faced with the gravity of a black hole, all forces seem powerless; even Mammon, who had already attained sainthood, had to retreat.

No one can resist the power of the black hole. Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Zhao Yingkong and the others have already been captured by the black hole's gravity. They are helplessly drifting towards the black hole. No matter how they resist or what methods they use, they cannot break free from the black hole's binding force.

In this desperate situation, Zheng Zha roared and broke through to the advanced fourth rank, unleashing a primordial power that rivaled that of a saint.

However, breakthroughs in dire circumstances are meaningless. Even the power to shatter space and destroy atoms cannot fight against a black hole. He can only slow down the black hole's attraction to him, but cannot protect his companions.

Zheng Zha's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The clone stood above the black hole, looking down at Zheng Zha.

“My opponents were never you from the beginning. To me, you were just stumbling blocks. However, you have enough to be proud of for forcing out the real black hole I prepared for Wen Lie.”

The body of the star turned into subatomic particles under the feet of the clone Zheng Zha. Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Zhao Yingkong and others were getting closer and closer to the black hole, but they were no longer qualified to let him take action.

He only needs to wait a moment, and Zheng Zha and the others will perish in the black hole. Even if Zheng Zha breaks through to a higher realm, he will not be able to cross the black hole to attack him.

The clone Chu Xuan, however, frowned deeply.

As he watched the true form march towards destruction, he suddenly remembered what Chu Xuan had said: "Who is the supreme expert who can decide the outcome of the battle?"

"It can only be Zheng Zha; nothing can fight against a black hole."

Even Mammon could not resist the gravity of a black hole. Even if Wen Lie managed to break through, he would only reach the same level as Mammon.

The clone Chu Xuan glanced at Mammon, only to see Mammon suddenly open his eyes wide and reveal a look of fear.

The clone Chu Xuan subconsciously looked up, and a strange sight was reflected on his non-prescription glasses.

At the event horizon of the black hole, black threads appeared imperceptibly. These were darker than the black hole itself, like a fine net that enveloped the black hole and divided it into tens of thousands of grids.

"That is……"

"The trajectory of world destruction!"

Mammon's voice became hoarse, like that of a traveler who had been walking in the desert for two days without drinking a drop of water.

The black hole that distorted spacetime also became distorted, with visible distortion marks, as if trapped in a giant funhouse mirror, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes broken, sometimes whole... The abyss that devoured the world receded like a tide, and under the blank gaze of the clone Zheng Zha, the distorted event horizon disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"boom!"

Without giving the clone a chance to create another black hole, Zheng Zha's steps shattered the sky, and he rushed to the clone's side like a moving star. His earth-shattering palm strike enveloped the clone's body, penetrating deep into the atomic destruction, and forcefully destroyed the river of death flowing within the clone Zheng Zha's body.

"Farewell, my other self."

Three hundred thousand lives were lost in an instant. When Zheng Zha's hand passed through the clone's chest, his body vanished like dust swept by a whirlwind.

escape!
Witnessing this scene, Mammon was terrified. His only thought was to escape. As a saint, he lost the courage to continue fighting and fled into the universe like a stray dog.

"Shine, Nameless Victory Sword!"

A clear, resounding shout echoed through the sky, and a stream of blazing white light surrounded Zhao Yingkong's body, drawing a graceful arc across the sky before blocking Mammon's path.

The hum of the black and white swords shook the sky, and streams of light swirled around their blades. As the two swords crossed, they drew bright arcs of light that enveloped Mammon's body.

Zhao Yingkong's pupils transformed into shattered kaleidoscopes, with ever-changing dead spots appearing and disappearing in her vision, yet ultimately none could escape her keen eyesight.

"Go away!"

The moment Mammon raised his staff in a tirade, two arrows traversed space and simultaneously pierced Mammon's shoulder, shattering his humerus.

The movement faltered for a moment, and Zhao Yingkong's slash had already landed. The two swords overlapped, their tips touching. The sword light, which could strike a hundred times in an instant, turned into a torrent of light and darkness, collapsing at the point where the swords met. The moment the two swords pierced the fatal point, Mammon's body gradually disappeared as if it had been erased by an invisible paintbrush.

"If I cannot make hell great again, then let the world burn. I... have not failed!"

As he sank into an irreversible death, Mammon was momentarily lost in thought. At the instant his body completely vanished, a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"As I said, who exactly is the supreme powerhouse who can decide the outcome? That remains to be discussed."

Chu Xuan's figure floated down from the sky. He looked at the two people opposite him and spoke in a calm tone.

"I'm not dead yet."

The clone Chu Xuan withdrew his gaze from the spot where the clone Zheng Zha had died. He met the eyes of his original self and calmly raised his twin guns.

Zhang Xiaoxue gripped the Investiture of the Gods tightly, her pursed lips revealing a resolute expression.

In an instant, their skin lost its luster at a visible speed, and wrinkles spread all over their bodies like vines.

A massive amount of energy converged at the muzzle of the gun, forming a blinding ball of light.

Just as the gunshots rang out, the melodious tolling of bells echoed between heaven and earth.

The bullet, radiating white light, froze an inch in front of Chu Xuan, unable to advance any further. The clone and Zhang Xiaoxue's bodies had already turned to ashes, leaving only a golden scroll of the Investiture of the Gods silently floating in the air.

The Demon Team has been completely wiped out!

The starry sky above Cetus continues to rise with an intense, seemingly endless force. A boundless power fills his entire being, and time, space, cause and effect, and the laws of the universe hold no secrets in his eyes.

"Ripple Warrior, Captain of the Central Continent Team, Holy Son, God, these are all the statuses and prestige that I, Wen Lie, have once possessed. Each one is stronger and higher than the last, and each one is a higher status and official position. My name is—Wen Lie."

The warmth of all spatial and temporal lines converged upon his existence. The condensation of the origin restored the burning essence of the sacred artifact as if time had reversed. The burned memories reappeared in his mind, and his broken personality was restored to its complete form.

"The strongest person in the world, since regaining his memories, has seen his strength and cultivation continuously increase, making my divine power comparable only to Jesus two thousand years ago! Comparable? Hmph, perhaps my strength has already far surpassed that of my past life!"

A complete body, unparalleled power, Wen Lie's lips twisted in a grotesque smile, and his eyes brimming with intense emotions.

"And to ensure that I forever possess invincible power, I will stop at nothing to do what is necessary. Besides dealing with all those who do not submit to me, they must also offer me anything that can help me. If anyone does not want to die or suffer, they must love me, be loyal to me, respect me, worship me, admire me as the all-knowing and all-powerful One, and swear to die for me, the Triune God..."

Wen Lie gripped his spear tightly, the tip pointing directly at Satan. His domineering power crushed the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon, intending to make Satan kneel and bow down.

Ferocious, domineering, and brooking no resistance! That was an aura and will even more ferocious than that of a demon king!
"You bastard! Who do you think I am?!"

Satan's roar shook the galaxy. His dragon claws tore through space, pulling out the origin of hell from the void. The aura of sulfur and death condensed into a world-destroying torrent. Endless sins draped Satan in armor, carrying the hellish power to shatter the multiverse as he crashed into Wen Lie.

"I am Wen Lie, the Reincarnator! I am the captain of the Central Continent Team! I am the strongest Reincarnator!"

Wen Lie thrust his spear forward, and the voice that pierced through the laws of the universe was an indelible declaration that could not be questioned.

The moment the spear tip touched the dragon's body, the universe fell into absolute silence.

Then--

The light devoured everything.

Satan's body crumbled in the light, like sandstone weathered over millennia.

(End of this chapter)