Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 109: Returning Home at Dusk - World's Hatred
What does this mean?
what happened?
What is a conquest commission?
What strange things are apostles?

No, that's not important. What's important is the tangible and chilling malice sweeping in from all directions. It seems to come from the earth and also from the sky, like an invisible and enormous mountain of sharp blades, approaching with a chill that penetrates to the very marrow.

A gentle night breeze wafted through the air.

Between his fingers and palms, it seemed that the protective barrier that had always enveloped him had vanished.

A low growl sounded.

Under the cover of night, patches of eerie green eyes lit up.

Those were wolves, wild wolves of the wilderness. They were stronger and fiercer than any wolves Si Ming had ever seen in other worlds. Si Ming had sensed their presence the moment he landed. At that time, they hid with their tails between their legs, fearing the faint aura of power emanating from Si Ming.

They should be afraid.

But now they gather in droves, emitting low growls, drooling, eager to pounce and bite.

"Go away."

An even greater aura was released, an anomaly worth observing. However, this aura, normally enough to frighten a robust brown bear into fleeing, only served to enrage them at this moment!

'Ha!'

They shrieked.

They swarmed forward.

Si Ming frowned slightly, and his greatsword, which had been used to transmit fire, transformed into a long, narrow chain whip and swept across the battlefield. In an instant, he brutally killed over a dozen wolves, their bodies falling to the ground, torn to pieces. But this gruesome and blatant death did not alarm the few outer wolves he had just deliberately spared!
Wild beasts are supposed to bully the weak and fear the strong—a truth that was proven not long ago. But now…

Air blade bursts forth.

All resources remain available.

The remaining wolves were also killed by the blades of fighting spirit. After a moment's hesitation, Si Ming put on a cloak to conceal his identity and confuse his aura.

I already had a premonition in my mind.

Take a step forward and move ahead.

The previously vaguely visible signs of human habitation quickly drew closer as people moved, and the blurry objects gradually transformed into tangible scenes.

It's not a village.

It was a fortified camp.

The outer perimeter appears to be made of ordinary, roughly constructed wooden stakes. Armored soldiers surround a campfire, carrying weapons or torches. However, unlike a typical medieval camp, these soldiers, along with the tall knights wielding lances and heavy shields stationed in the center of the fortress, undoubtedly possess formidable strength within their bodies.

Just like on that scarlet land.

They also seemed to possess intelligence, capable of thought—long ago, Siming had encountered a madman merchant in that crimson wasteland. It was from that merchant that he obtained information about 'knights'—the merchant had vanished before sunrise, and the soldiers and knights before him were clearly in a state of superiority over that merchant.

—Not a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Holding his breath, he moved. Si Ming had originally intended to gather some information in a more covert way. However, the moment he took his first step—

'Gah—'

A blade of grass was broken by being stepped on.

It wasn't him; he was very perceptive of his surroundings and could control his strength. It was a young goat hiding behind a rock. It wasn't startled, but suddenly ran out, making a sound as it snapped grass stalks.

What bad luck.

"Who's there!" the soldiers at the camp shouted alertly.

The malice and chilling aura emanating from all directions remained in Si Ming's perception. He thus formed a premonition. His movements were no longer concealed, for the next moment, the overly tense soldier suddenly hurled a hand axe, the whistling wind carrying it directly towards Si Ming's location!

Even though the goat had fled in another direction, the throwing axe still managed to strike Si Ming's forehead. So…

—So that's how it is… The world is rejecting me. The abnormal state of the Supreme God has temporarily stripped me of the pretense of destiny that a reincarnator should possess.

A wall of air, tinged with the colors of dusk, suddenly appeared.

The thrown hand axe bounced off and landed with a thud—the seemingly loose, and indeed should have been loose, camp suddenly came alive in a strange way. All the soldiers, knights, archers, and even the commoner nobleman who looked like a spellcaster, all turned to look in the direction of Siming.

"I'm just passing by." Si Ming was still making a final effort. His aura swirled slightly, and the fighting spirit covering his entire body demonstrated his overwhelming power over the people in the camp. "Tell me one thing, and I'll leave immediately, saving you from a pointless battle."

The deterrent effect should be sufficient.

But the soldiers still moved swiftly, forming ranks and raising their swords and spears, imbued with power.

The knight, clearly of the highest rank, wearing a robe adorned with the emblems of trees and wild beasts, cautiously and warily inquired of Siming.

"Who are you... what do you want?"

"Do you know about the Fragment King?" Si Ming asked.

He received no answer—nor did he need one. The undisguised hostility was already clearly evident in his perception. And this meant that the term 'Fragment King' had struck a nerve with the group before him.

The gaze was slightly raised.

At the edge of the field at the end of his vision, a distant fortress surrounded by storms had a faint firelight reflected in his eyes, even in the darkness of night.

"Thank you for your explanation." He nodded slightly to the group of soldiers before him. He noticed that the soldiers' eye sockets seemed to be emitting a faint golden light.

He noticed this. They did too.

A term that Yuji Ming did not understand rang out in the crowd, accompanied by an outpouring of hostility.

"Black eyes...it's the Faded One! He wants to take down Lord Grek!"

It turned out to be the case.

The camp knight with the spear roared in fury. He raised his spear high, golden light emanating from his feet and the tip of the spear. A protective power manifested itself in him and the soldiers around him, temporarily and significantly increasing their vitality and speed.

"By the golden tree I swear, soldiers, slay the faded ones!"

The wind suddenly picked up.

The rising dust obscured Si Ming's vision. The roaring sound seemed to resonate with a specific frequency, hindering Si Ming's movements while amplifying the power of the enemies before him.

This was enough to reduce his displayed combat power by ten percent, while increasing his advantage over his enemies by ten percent. Even so…

The difference between ten thousand and five hundred is still an insurmountable and enormous one.

“I understand.” Power surged from Si Ming’s body. “The longer this drags on, the greater the disadvantages I will face.”

The sword flashed out, mercilessly severing the shield wall and the shell behind the spear. The knight wielding the spear possessed elite combat power that placed him among the best in the second tier. But even with all the advantages in the world, he still couldn't possibly stand against Si Ming.

The sword sliced ​​through his weapon, his armor, and his body. Simultaneously, bursts of blood and flesh erupted from the bodies of a dozen or so camp guards. The greatsword, however, whirled around, ripping the knight's head from his severed body.

He may not yet be aware of his own death—he may still be about to let out a battle cry. But the next moment, a fierce aura of life and death seeped into the knight's skull and quickly took over his brain, which was still a complex neuronal structure.

“Tell me, is that Grik the Fragment King? Is he in that city? And what kind of power does he wield?

A faint sense of crisis crept in.

It didn't seem like reinforcements guarding the fortress before them, but rather some kind of intrusive force from a third party. It approached from afar, and their faint sense of danger intensified rapidly. If they continued to stand still and read the memories, they would inevitably suffer a remote attack from this unknown entity!
"Lord Greck is indeed a king who possesses a fragment of the Great Rune..." the dominated head replied.

A burst of energy erupted around him, and Si Ming's body suddenly shifted to the side. A broadsword enveloped in a scarlet energy blade then pierced through the afterimage of his energy left by the rapid shift from afar.

Is it a flying sword?
Flying swords in a fantasy world!?

“He is currently in Stoneville, and he controls—” The head’s words abruptly stopped.

The crimson greatsword that had brushed past Si Ming spun silently, then struck down again from behind him without warning. A sudden gust of night wind confused Si Ming, preventing him from immediately noticing the attack.

It can't hurt him.

But the blade of energy it generated as it spun around grazed right across Si Ming's palm—the head that was revealing information shattered instantly. And the broadsword that spun around landed squarely in the hand of a tall figure draped in a thick cloak.

Si Ming's gaze fell upon him.

His body was entwined with grotesque, blood-stained thorns, and he wore a mask resembling that of a foreigner. A thick aura of blood emanated from the iron thorns beneath his cloak, and the faint cries of the dead could be heard lingering within the bloody mist.

An assassin.

A ruthless plunderer.

Si Ming released his grip, letting the shattered skull fall from his fingers. Meanwhile, the man entangled in iron thorns at the camp gate, not far in front of him, let out a low laugh.

“I never imagined that a faded being worthy of being called a hero would visit such a remote place as Ningmgefu. The bell that your soul has become will be my most treasured possession.”

So that's how it is. A serial killer who enjoys hunting down the strong. He 'just happened' to be active in this area, and 'just happened' to run into Siming, who was new to the area.

"Do you have a name?" More dark battle aura overflowed from Si Ming's body, and flames ignited on the greatsword that had been used to ignite the flames. He felt a slight, involuntary smile creep onto his face, and he gave the other person a second to give his name.

"Hehehehe..." The Bell Hunter, entangled in thorns, let out a bloodthirsty, low laugh.

A second has passed.

A shockwave suddenly erupted behind Si Ming.

Forward, she raised her greatsword. The moment she swung it, a storm of flames surged along her path. The Bell Hunter, who had seemed so relaxed just moments before, even wearing a mask, paled instantly, and the iron-thorned shield she carried on her back suddenly fell to the ground!
'boom--! ’

The sword has already been drawn.

The moment the sword struck, the large shield that crashed into the ground erected a crimson wall of energy—a wall that lasted only a moment before being severed by the blade. But that moment was enough for the Bell Hunter to raise his broadsword to fight back.

'clang--!!!'

The hunter was sent flying, and even as he raised his sword to parry, a horrific wound suddenly appeared on his body, nearly cleaving him in two, armor and all. Black and white flames erupted from the wound, causing him to let out a low cry of pain. Si Ming, who should have followed up with another strike, suddenly turned his head to look at his palm!
A crack appeared there. That crack was completely unexpected.

The Night Demon Armor remained intact, yet a wound suddenly appeared on his palm. Crimson energy materialized from the wound and was then suppressed, just like the slash he had unleashed upon the Bell Hunter.

This is... counter-damage?
What is the effect of that thorny iron shield?
The wounded Bell Hunter struggled to his feet again. But before he could make any move...

The temperature dropped.

The wind no longer flows.

The feeling of terror came from all directions, as if something horrific had been released. This indescribable sense of crisis forced him to look up ahead.

He saw the stranger's mouth split open like a bloody gash, his handsome face no longer gentle and elegant.

Because that man... was smiling.

(End of this chapter)