Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 138 Each on Their Own Battlefield

Nine-Ring Magic: Ice Enchantress Assassin.

Its effect is to create an ice sculpture that is completely identical to the target, even replicating their abilities and memories one-to-one. Its sole purpose is to kill the target by any means necessary. Theoretically, this spell requires many stringent conditions to operate, but for the messenger of the Nightmare Space, all these costs can be easily waived by spending enough contract points.

It should have been highly effective in the battles to come.

Even if the spell fails, one can still glean some secrets about the enemy target.

but--

It hasn't started.

The spell was stopped just before it was successfully cast.

Nightmare Space dispatched elite warriors, and the Celestial Team wasn't just comprised of Si Ming. The shattering cannon fire from the heavens was tinged with a holy, pure green. Before the spell was even complete, it had already struck its target.

"The power of the green light".

The scholar's voice was drowned out by the roar of the explosion. The ceremony beneath his feet and the land that bore witness to it were shattered into billions of grains of sand in the blast.

The trigger spell has already been activated.

Even with the dimensional anchor still in place, the scholar, a high-ranking arcanist, could easily preserve himself. His form vanished from one location and reappeared elsewhere. Immediately following, he pointed a finger towards the sky.

Seventh Ring Transmutation Magic: Weather Manipulation.

A massive burst of lightning suddenly erupted in the sky, only to abruptly cease in the next instant. The scholar's protective shield shattered, and at the moment the shield broke, a pillar of holy light and fire suddenly shot up.

The Flame Strike Technique of the Five Rings is incredibly powerful.

A glint flashed in the scholar's eyes as he realized he was facing a spellcaster from another D&D system. And in terms of overall strength, he and his opponent seemed to be at a similar level.

K.

More magical light shone forth as both sides, separated by tens of kilometers, exchanged numerous probing techniques. Vast amounts of magical energy and elemental power exploded in the area where the scholar was located. And at the same moment—

A real shadow silently approached Si Ming from the left during the brief moment when the Ice Enchantress assassin failed.

An assassin, a killer.

He concealed himself in the shadows, but did not merge with them—he easily bypassed the two giants of fire and storm ravaging the earth. And when he emerged from the shadows, the wind and light also bypassed him before continuing their course.

He is the 'Hunter'; he leaves no trace, nor does he manifest a physical form. He moves through reality as if traversing a spatial rift. And when he arrives, the blazing greatsword that Siming wields is about to sever the fool's neck.

The timing is perfect.

The conditions are very favorable.

Normally, the hunters would be happy to wait until the annoying troublemaker was dead before attacking. However, the current situation is special, and even though they are high-ranking, titled powerhouses, the Nightmare Space has the power to force them to use their full strength at this moment.

A long sword was thrust out.

That was the Blade of Curved Light, a powerful weapon that only Dark Templars could wield. The one in his hand, after being equipped, possessed even more legendary characteristics. It had a high special attack against powerful creatures and could directly destroy most common defenses with its disintegrating force field.

So--

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Luo Yinglong shouldered the execution sword, truly never expecting his words to come true. He and Song Tian stood casually at the entrance to the open street, while at the end of the street stood two other robust figures.

A burly man and a young man.

The burly man was shirtless, hundreds of crisscrossing scars forming the marks of his martial prowess. They were runes, and badges. Behind him lay a hundred weapons, swords, spears, and halberds. The young man, on the other hand, had a cheerful face and moved with a light, graceful gait. He wore a fresh laurel wreath still glistening with dew, and held a cane etched with snakes in its light hand.

Two against two, very fair.

One resembles a berserker from Northern Europe, while the other is modeled after Hermes from Greek mythology.

Their gazes thus met.

Both sides sensed the fighting spirit in each other's hearts at that moment.

No words were needed; their positions and purposes were perfectly clear. And then, a distant explosion shook the dusty street—

Clang! The weapons clashed.

In a mere instant, Song Tian and the berserker engaged in a fierce exchange of over a hundred blows—Song Tian wielded only a sword, while his opponent commanded a hundred weapons in the blink of an eye. When the sword shattered, he used a halberd; when the halberd broke, he used a whip. The warhammer, though heavy, turned the tide, and the moment the advantage was gained, a precise strike with a battle axe followed!
"BOOM!!!!"

A series of low-rise buildings shattered instantly, and Song Tian easily deflected the force of the heavy axe's strike. Five-colored blade energy flowed and gathered on Xueyin, followed by a fierce slash that exploited the enemy's weakness!

'Sa——'

Luo Yinglong retreated.

He didn't know the situation on Song Tian's side, but the enemy before him was incredibly fast. He barely managed to catch a glimpse of his opponent's form before being met with a swift and powerful kick. He thought he could block the high-speed kick, but a feeling of dread made him change his mind on the spot.

—Eight Trigrams Demon-Sealing Formation, activate!

Eight-colored sword energy erupted.

They erupted simultaneously from eight directions around him, transforming what should have been offensive techniques into defensive ones. A powerful and resilient wall of energy thus took shape, and the instant it formed, the swift kick that had been aimed directly at him was redirected to come from behind!
When?! Luo Yinglong had no idea where the other party was moving.

The powerful kick struck the sealing array's energy barrier, shattering it and releasing vast amounts of the array's essence. Luo Yinglong then swung his sword backward, unleashing hundreds of sword-shaped blades that hurtled towards the attacker's location like a storm!

Shushan Sword Control Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Manual

Hundreds of sword shadows blasted a large area of ​​concrete into ruins. But the next moment, Luo Yinglong and his ritual site, along with the entire area, were lifted into the air by a sudden, powerful blast!
It's a pipe.

The enemy launched this terrain-destroying attack directly from the sewer pipes beneath South Town. However, there was no way down there, and just a moment ago, the enemy was on land with them.

How could it be so fast!?

Since it's already this fast, there's only one possibility!
A short-range teleportation technique that could be used continuously once again severely insulted the dimensional anchor that Jacob had lowered. And with the destruction of the ground, Luo Yinglong's makeshift sword formation shattered beyond repair!
—This is a bit troublesome.

Luo Yinglong could even hear that malicious chuckle.

That was both a mockery and a curse.

"Eight Gates Formation, open."

The attackers sped up again, and the already scattered Bagua Demon-Subduing Formation collapsed completely in an instant. A fleeting glimpse of light flashed by in the corner of my eye. But now, it was too late to do anything—

but.

'Sa——'

The light of the knife flashed.

The Five Elements Blade Qi, which should have struck the berserker, grazed past Luo Yinglong instead. A surprised "Eh!" echoed in the air as the unimaginably fast attack was instantly severed. Several Shu Mountain-style talismans then burst forth around Luo Yinglong!
"Snowstorms and ice, thunder roars down, come forth!"

Frost and thunder suddenly erupted. Not only did it halt the attackers' advance, but it also caused the berserker, who had been spared by Song Tian for a moment, to pause briefly and miss his chance.

Luo and Song's eyes met for a fleeting moment.

The next moment, their positions shifted dramatically, and their opponents changed. Their weaknesses and strengths had become clear to each other.

The virtuous person is physically weak.

A skilled warrior is not good at walking.

More importantly, these additional combat forces that descended into this world as shining stars... had absolutely no coordination or tacit understanding among themselves!

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At the same time, or even earlier.

On the other side of the Nanzhen battlefield—

"I am very unhappy."

Yu Zhiwei rose from the shattered ruins. Before killing 'Libra', she spent a great deal of time crushing these slippery ants—these beings, whose entire bodies were made of code bars and data frames, were protected by some kind of power, making it extremely difficult to find the points and lines on their bodies. However, if she attacked them directly from the surface, these creatures always managed to avoid instant death through some means.

"I hate playing whack-a-mole."

A layer of mist had somehow settled around them. Within that thick fog, an unknown yet profoundly malice writhed—someone else might not have been able to discern what it was at first glance. But in Yu Zhiwei's special vision, everything was laid bare.

It's bugs.

A massive swarm of insects, each tiny in size, resembling specks of dust. Released by some living being, they approached her disguised as a dense fog. As for the location of the person behind it all…

Liesel: [...]

Within the mental network, all was silent. Yu Zhiwei wouldn't add pressure to Liesel at this time, but she could sense that her mentalist was currently in a good state, just quite busy. In other words—

—This is my favorite time, to fight alone.

Beneath her fair, smooth skin, something nameless writhed violently. From those organs—hardly what could be called 'internal organs'—a joyful murmur arose; they couldn't wait to burst forth, to breathe in the fresh air. They wanted to join those tiny, unique creatures in her mind, both in appearance and nature, to savor these vibrant digital lives.

--No.

It's not the right time yet; it's not possible now.

There are still living people, innocent people, and delicate flowers and plants in this city, so it's not possible yet.

We still need to be patient.

as well as--

The Azure Lotus, disguised as the Virgo Dark Cloth, covered her body. The next moment, she spotted a furtive figure trying to approach from within the suddenly approaching swarm of insects and thick fog.

"Incredibly slow!"

It was bait, it was a trap. She knew it perfectly well.

But she still managed to tear through the fog amidst a series of sonic booms and unleash a punch that hit its mark!

(End of this chapter)