Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 140 The Ruler
"I see."

Si Ming nodded slightly, releasing the immense Night Battle Qi within his body. The hunter, wielding the Curved Light Blade and attempting a sneak attack from the side, was now held by the head in his hand. No matter how the hunter struggled, or how the other two tried to restrain him, he simply stood there, gradually increasing the strength in his grip.

All battlefields actually occur in the same instant.

Just before Yu Zhiwei probed for information, the hunter jumped out triumphantly, only to be slapped to his knees by Si Ming.

Of course, the hunter wasn't a pretty girl. She didn't deserve to be beaten to her knees. Si Ming simply snapped off his knife-wielding arm and the puppet that was supposed to be his substitute, then held him in her hand.

The announcer also lost his voice as a result.

The remaining two, even in their escape, had given their all—the Fool possessed not only special skills but also the ability to control arcane fire, while the Destroyer, in addition to the dragon's incantations, was proficient in melee combat. However, when Siming truly began to focus his attention on them, their chances of survival were gone.

Si Ming is not like Yu Zhiwei. Unlike Yu Zhiwei, he doesn't suppress his true nature to obtain more information. Because he is the strongest member of the Celestial Team, both in name and in reality, what he needs to do is always break through enemy lines and break out of stalemates.

“You’ve been exposed,” Si Ming said calmly. His fingers gradually tightened. “If you think you can obtain more information through this method, then… you can continue to hold onto hope.”

No one showed up.

Time consumed a second of life.

Si Ming's five fingers suddenly closed, crushing the hunter's head into a bloody pulp. A blazing infernal flame erupted, attempting to refine the soul, but the body disintegrated into bloody pulp in the next instant.

—The night is dark and the current is surging.

The air was cleanly sliced ​​apart around him, the sonic boom's Mach rings hurled far behind. The colossal elemental behemoth, entangled with both the fool and the destroyer, now received the same command. And the next moment, a scorching elemental shockwave, equivalent to an artificial nuclear explosion, erupted!

'boom--! ! ! ’

Two blazing lights illuminated the sky and the earth. Two lives caught in the blast appeared before Siming's eyes. The Fool lost a hand, and the Destroyer lost a leg, and the next moment, Siming's form appeared before the man wearing the clown mask!
"Your strength is insufficient, your power is not—"

The fool's declaration got stuck in his throat.

Before he could even finish speaking, the blazing greatsword cleaved his body in two. From head to toe, it cleaved him in two, along with his clown mask. The two severed bodies exploded in mid-air into two fragments of light.

he died.

His death granted the Destroyer a charged attack—a high-risk incantation that could only be skipped using precious consumables. It possessed unparalleled destructive power.

"Word of Power: Judgment!"

That incantation must be dragon language.

However, the Supreme God's translation mechanism directly converted this language, imbued with supernatural power, into a sound that Si Ming could easily understand and discern. This must be a special privilege in foreign wars. And an invisible slash, mixed in with the wind, rapidly approached Si Ming.

Still working on it.

Even so, they still wanted to probe for more of Si Ming's abilities.

However, the power of words is nothing but immense power. Siming simply raised his hand, and a skeleton warrior, enhanced to its highest level, blocked the path of the invisible slash.

That could no longer be called a skeletal warrior—it now possessed full heavy armor, was adorned with a cloak, and had a dozen howling skeletal faces on its massive tower shield. The intense aura of death also gave it a power level worthy of being called a knight.

Death Knight—it truly deserves that name.

Its sword and its shield are sufficient to withstand this judgmental strike.

'Sizzle—' A single strike.

The Death Knight's shield shattered, his body destroyed, and he lost all his vitality. However, at the cost, the Judgment Word of Power, numbered 111, also exhausted its full power.

It killed a skeleton soldier—although it was actually an area-of-effect skill, the total power was only enough to kill this one skeleton soldier.

Its handler was thus forced to a distance of ten meters by Siming.

This time, Si Ming did not swing the Fire-Transmitting Greatsword again. Instead, he reached out and broke through the defensive stance and tough sternum of the creature, which was neither a first-generation nor a second-generation species, but was no different from a piece of paper to him. With his five fingers spread, he directly grasped the beating heart.

“Wake him up,” he said.

But this body disintegrated into particles of light before he could refine it.

Or not.

Both external and internal soul refining methods have proven infeasible. This can only mean that the opponent knew from the beginning that this was how to deal with Si Ming's combat power.

"For intelligence, is that it?"

The power erupted once more. Si Ming then had to rush to another battleground—the Reincarnators of the Celestial Team didn't act together because many of them genuinely struggled to coordinate. But even when acting alone, each of them possessed the ability to stand on their own.

The teammate has yet to suffer a defeat.

Then let's just wipe out all the Nightmare Warriors right here!
This is unbalanced! This is unreasonable!

The announcer's voice rang out.

Si Ming ignored him and continued towards the nearest battle zone. However, the journey, which should have been short, now seemed endless. [How can the strong bully the weak? How can the balance be overturned? The two sides of the scales should be equal; only then can the war be truly fair!]

Something happened.

Nightmare Space was forced to consume more resources, yet it still failed to achieve its goal. The ten strongest warriors, on whom high hopes were placed, not only failed to gain anything but also fell into a disadvantageous position. This meant that it had to utilize its current intelligence density to make one last strategic deployment.

Beside the announcer, the Balancer, already consumed as a sacrifice, was recreated and then burned to ashes once more in the flames. Her agonizing screams echoed through the heavens, and the announcer, as the voice of the announcer, proclaimed a new message.

King against king, soldier against soldier.

Si Ming gazed at him, sensing the silent disruption of the mental network—the world before him appeared complete, yet several insurmountable walls had already been erected. The battlefield was thus fragmented and divided. And the ultimate adversary might soon appear before Si Ming's eyes.

“You’re all you have left,” Si Ming said calmly. He could sense the emptiness of this mouthpiece. And that meant that in the upcoming war, he only had the ability to intervene once more.

The throat and tongue remain silent.

Meanwhile, another magnetic, confident, and dignified figure rang out from another direction.

"And you only have yourself."

A person was standing there.

His face was obscured, and his attire was indistinct; he seemed like one person, yet also like many. The next moment, his body split into nine masked, real figures.

Three of them suffered severe injuries: skull shattering, lacerations, and a piercing heart. However, in the next moment, those three originally fatal wounds were halved and transferred to the golden giant wearing a shield-shaped mask. The dead were thus transformed into the living, and the wounds on the living gradually healed.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that on the eve of killing those three, they had been replaced by phantoms—and the person in front of them had been lurking near this battlefield, constantly monitoring the various abilities that Si Ming displayed.

"You are the strongest among them." The greatsword of fire in his hand had already begun to silently gather power when the World Wall was confirmed.

The nine masked figures bowed to him in unison.

"I am the 'Ruler,' and as you can see, I possess the ability to transform into nine other individuals. In this state, I can only use weakened versions of their inherent abilities and core skills, and my attribute parameters are only eighty percent of their original form. However, I can compensate for the greatest deficiency of these titled powerhouses—"

Embers, liberation.

A burst of destructive light erupted, engulfing and annihilating everything in sight. Yet the ruler's composite voice continued to emanate calmly from within the light.

"That is……"

The Shadow of the Destroyer unleashed the Crystal City, the Shadow of the Scholar summoned the force field wall of the Fifth Ring, and the Shadow of the Guardian connected everyone together. This gave them a brief moment to withstand the burst of light.

"We are of one mind..."

The youth wielding the serpent staff is the Wanderer, and here he is the Wanderer's Shadow. He possesses the ability to teleport independently or with others, ignoring spatial blockades. The cost is merely a temporary loss of combat ability, depending on the teleportation distance.

He only needed to teleport a few hundred meters. And in such a short distance, the buffer time was measured in seconds. The aftershock, a symbol of endless destruction, was easily dodged by them. The woman wearing the insect-shaped mask plummeted to the ground.

She is the Shadow of the Polluter, her power being to pollute and transform the environment. In an instant, the vast land was covered with a dense carpet of fungi. And the Zeta swarm, infiltrated by the Blacklight virus, rapidly expanded and polluted the transformed sites.

Si Ming suddenly turned around.

The Guardian's Shadow is not as swift as him.

However, the shadow of the Bewitcher wearing the three-eyed mask had already unleashed a mental attack on him without seeking any merit. Moreover, the words from the shadow of the Deceitful, who only sought to avoid mistakes, forcibly delayed Si Ming for a fleeting moment.

The Shadow of the Guardian caught up with Si Ming.

He caught the shield thrown by the Shadow of the Trapped. And in the next instant, he successfully blocked a fierce slash from Siming!
'clang--!!!'

The differences in attributes were leveled out through cooperation and tacit understanding. The Scholar's Shadow pointed a finger, instantly freezing a large area of ​​air around Siming. Meanwhile, the Hunter's Shadow, enveloped in multiple buffs, unleashed a swift and deadly strike with the help of the other eight shadows!
"...and the same body."

The fighting spirit of the night surged, its immense power directly repelling the Hunter's Shadow's thrust. Si Ming had to admit that these nine individuals, working together, were indeed difficult to defeat in a short time.

and so!
"come out!"

The gates of the subspace fragments, now of priority, suddenly swung open.

And the five-colored dragon head then appeared ferociously amidst its furious roar.

Thunder roared across the sky, and the earth trembled and rumbled. Fiery lava mixed with underground water erupted and suddenly transformed into scorching steam that spread rapidly outward.

Large swarms of newly formed polluting insects died in the scorching heat before they could even be born. And from the gloomy sky, thunderbolts crashed down like a torrential downpour.

'Crack!'

The darkness of heaven and earth reflects the shadow of a giant dragon.

The Five Emperors Dragons have descended!

(End of this chapter)