Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 74 - Making it seem so real

It no longer matters who fired the first shot.

The key point is that these Indians actually dared to fire a second shot after firing the first one, instead of wisely laying down their weapons and begging for mercy on the spot.

A series of popping sounds rang out, and the Indians lost their last chance. All the bullets stopped at the psychic barrier erected by the leader, Rajesh, who had already turned and fled under the protection of his bodyguards.

He can't escape.

Unless the reincarnators allow him to escape.

Simin glanced at Valentina, who immediately understood and disappeared. Meanwhile, more Indian troops swarmed in, shouting and firing indiscriminately at the reincarnators.

“To be honest, I don’t have the habit of killing ordinary people indiscriminately. Unless their bullets actually hit me.” Luo Yinglong spread his hands and sighed helplessly. “But now… I feel like I understand how our ancestors felt many years ago when they faced Indians.”

How dare they do that?
How could they do that?
Completely disregarding the disparity in strength between the two sides, and without obtaining comprehensive and detailed intelligence, they recklessly took this dangerous step. This cannot even be described as ambition; it can only be summarized as folly.

Si Ming raised his palm.

The next moment, the psychic protective layer that had been supported by the four heads and shielded the Reincarnators suddenly flipped. The outward psychic impact transformed into a powerful blast capable of easily tearing the ground and blowing away cover. Accompanying it was a rapidly unfolding, invisible and intangible mental force.

Mind Blast.

It was like an invisible broom, sweeping across the streets and alleys of New Delhi. The next moment, the dense hail of bullets abruptly stopped, accompanied by the sound of the weak falling to the ground and the hysterical screams of the strong clutching their heads.

Simin had no intention of wreaking havoc here, so he increased the coverage area of ​​the psychic blast but significantly reduced its destructive power. And everything went just as he had anticipated; the mental fortitude of these Indians was not as unshakeable as steel.

There are reasons why stereotypes are formed.

The jokes about India's military capabilities couldn't have just appeared out of thin air.

"We'll split up: the temple, the Grand Library, the Presidential Palace, the Prime Minister's Residence... We'll each go our own way."

"Splitting up?" Almaria reached out and summoned her magical guitar. As a series of powerful and incomprehensible notes rang out, a strange aura suddenly filled the entire block, centered on the reincarnators.

The aura was quite strange.

That aura sent shivers down my spine.

It had no effect on the reincarnators, but those Indians who were still conscious, hiding in corners or at home, whether aware of the attack or not, suddenly stood up, their bodies convulsing under the influence of this strange aura, and began to dance meaningless and chaotic dances to random, incoherent rhythms.

Their faces were filled with panic.

But it quickly turned into fervor and excitement. Some people began to pray loudly, while those who seemed to be of higher status even took the initiative to lead the singing.

"Om! Great Vishnu, we offer this dance to you!"

"Om! O sublime Brahma, accept our offering!"

"Om! Invincible Shiva, please—"

The man was knocked to the ground, and then the crowd engulfed him. These Indians sang and danced, and the 'minor conflict' that had occurred in the center of the square was instantly forgotten by these locals.

“The Dance of Yellow, the power of the third string.” Almaria raised her head slightly, and three jeweled flowers bloomed on the Noble Phantasm guitar in her hand. “Its effect is to make intelligent individuals who hear the sound stop fighting and dance. It has no effect on those with strong will and great strength. But conversely, it is more effective on the weaker they are.”

“A wide-area, extremely weakened version of Otto's Dance.” Siming glanced at her with some surprise. “This ability is indeed somewhat beyond my expectations.”

“I am, after all, a 'singer',” Almalia said with a satisfied slight bow. “After all, 'splitting up' is always a recipe for disaster in horror movies. If possible, it's always better to minimize the risks, isn't it?”

As a Slav, this cautious and meticulous quality was quite rare. But for the Celestials, who knew just how powerful they were, this was just another minor incident reinforcing the stereotype of Indians as 'good at singing and dancing'—Siming nodded slightly to her in appreciation. The next moment, the Reincarnators scattered, prioritizing efficiency and, incidentally, drawing the enemy out as much as possible, quickly moving towards their respective goals.

They are too strong.

Although Indians are abstract, to the point that they produced a prime example like Rajesh, they are still incredibly powerful. Therefore, if there are still behind-the-scenes manipulators, they must be given some opportunity to act.

As it should be.

So move forward with great strides.

Valentina had been following Rajesh for quite some distance. Jacob went to several nearby temples. Almalia went to the presidential palace, while Luo Yinglong went to the library. Finally, Yu Zhiwei consciously walked side by side with Si Ming towards the Prime Minister's residence.

“Actually, it’s okay if you don’t keep such a close eye on me.” Yu Zhiwei’s steps were light, and a smile played on her lips. “I still have some sense of reason; I’m not the bloodthirsty type. Don’t worry that I’ll start a killing spree indiscriminately, regardless of age or gender, as soon as I leave your sight. I’m not that unreasonable.”

“I know,” Si Ming nodded. “But I still remember the secret that person revealed under his control. He mentioned that the Indian Prime Minister has suffered a backlash, and he is not currently on the escape route to the Prime Minister’s residence or private home. So, apart from the wandering knight, our side is the most likely place to run into trouble.”

Song Tian had already tracked Valentina's movements very closely, and among the Celestial Team, his solid foundation made him the most suitable to handle any unexpected events. Furthermore, the Celestial Team wasn't one of those typical weak teams. Each member, starting at Tier 2, possessed the ability to stand alone.

That's good. Yu Zhiwei then said no more.

The two moved quickly, their destination clear. The protection and concealment provided by the four guards prevented anyone nearby from seeing their swift movements. As for the surveillance systems, Valentina had long since completely wiped them clean.

No one could stand in their way.

Even if they did, they forgot everything in the blink of an eye under the watchful eyes of the top four. The true administrative heartland of India, the Prime Minister's residence—different from the mascot president—soon appeared before the two, where many people were bustling about.

"Quickly! Move everything out, and check every corner carefully! Think about who you are, think about your families, no one is allowed to slack off or be lazy!"

A high-caste Indian man in traditional clothing was gesturing wildly, directing a large group of soldiers to ransack the residence. He looked anxious, and the surrounding vehicles were piled high with belongings. He was shouting and frantically dialing his phone, naturally unable to receive or send any messages.

"May I have your name."

Si Ming remained hidden invisibly, pushing the four leaders in front to exert their power and control.

“I am Chandi, Chandi of Chandigarh. What do you want?” His tone was still imperious, but he responded to Siming’s voice quite well. The power of the bewitching made him feel the same discomfort as Rajesh, so he casually took a Vishnu amulet of slightly inferior quality from his chest and threw it into the mud.

"what are you doing here?"

“I’m here to retrieve my father’s secrets; Tabad’s secrets must be sealed away. Although we failed this time, we will succeed next time. I must make sure no one knows where Tabad is, especially those foreigners who appear out of nowhere.”

So where is Tabad?

"Of course, it's at a secret base 130 kilometers south of New Delhi—"

His voice suddenly caught in his throat, as an immense fear and an external force gripped his heart. An invisible force tried to kill him before he could reveal the secret, but before that, Yu Zhiwei's sneer rang out beside Si Ming.

The power to silence them has been captured.

Although it's unclear what principles it operates on, Yu Zhiwei has delivered an invisible blow to its weak point.

The young man named Changdi was immediately freed from the spell of the Four-Headed Demon, collapsing to the ground, his face filled with terror. Where he looked, a simply dressed monk with a sorrowful expression stood with his hands clasped in prayer.

“Oh… Master Omkar…” The young man could barely utter a sound.

The sorrowful monk raised his head and looked at Si Ming.

"Please leave, Venerable Ones. Let the Indians handle their own problems." A soft, radiant light emanated from him, a powerful and sacred force. The soldiers who were carrying loads nearby stopped what they were doing when they saw him and hurriedly bowed and prostrated themselves before him.

“All the guilty will be punished as they deserve, and you will also gain India’s friendship.”

Si Ming tilted his head. He didn't sense any threat from the monk.

"What if I say no?"

“That would be a foolish decision.” The monk’s muscles tensed, exuding a threatening aura. “The great Trinity protects this land; do not underestimate India’s rich heritage.”

It turned out to be the case.

"Having been colonized by the Japanese for hundreds of years, their cultural foundation is very deep," Yu Zhiwei said mockingly.

The next moment, the sorrowful monk let out a low shout, and his entire body instantly became dazzling, like gold. The aura of Hastur's cursed gold was thus revealed, and he had undoubtedly relied on that cursed gold to forge this golden body power!
"Since the Venerable One remains obstinate, then I—"

'boom--'

A fireball was fired at them.

The black and white flames melted away its golden body and exploded, creating a small lava inferno several meters in diameter. Its two severed legs remained stuck in front of the lava pit, wobbling slightly before it tumbled into the lava.

An aura of curse surged forth, lunging towards Si Ming, and hissing as it burned atop a suddenly appearing layer of calamity fire. The final roar of the sorrowful monk mingled within, then vanished in an instant, transforming into a muffled scream.

he died.

— [Defeat the corrupted entity and earn 300 reward points.]

It died completely.

Si Ming shook his head, letting out a helpless sound.

"It's so realistic."

"Ridiculous."

(End of this chapter)