Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 80 Little God of the Mortal Realm, You've Done Your Best
Supernatural powers cannot overcome destiny.

The will of the gods is destiny.

Hastur staked everything, attempting a desperate comeback. However, the blessing of recognition bestowed upon the Reincarnators by the gods easily undermined their chances.

Hastur's golden corruption curse has been resisted.

Neither the Reincarnator nor their possessions will be stripped of their autonomy and transformed into a cursed state of neither life nor death simply by coming into contact with Hastur's power.

Everything was thus destined.

The outcome was thus revealed.

Hastur's warriors and city held out against the Reincarnators' onslaught for several tens of minutes, but ultimately, no longer able to gain the upper hand in the clash of power, they personally experienced the changing times.

The army disintegrated, and the city crumbled and burned.

Amidst the flames, the reincarnators journey towards the heart of the city.

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calm.

As Simin ventured into the deepest part of the city, to the temple dedicated to the lost god Hastur, his heart remained calm. For he saw it—he saw the final form that the skinless, golden-adorned humanoid could possess. It was a majestic and towering deity with eight arms, like the Great Black Mother and Lakshmi. And from that deity's imposing physique, he sensed a power that could threaten him.

Around level three, with the middle section being relatively high.

They are slightly stronger than me in terms of energy level, but this slight difference is not a world of difference.

Outside the temple, his companions were engaged in a joyful battle. Except for Yu Zhiwei, whose spirits were always radiant, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the war—unleashing many previously unused hidden techniques and gaining new experience and skills from the fighting. Inside the temple, however, only he remained, confronting the imaginary deity before him.

Because he did not call them to join the battle.

Because they trust in his power.

Furthermore, because... the imaginary god residing in the temple, from the very beginning, failed to devote any extra attention to Si Ming's physical body.

It only watched him.

It could only gaze at him.

Si Ming silently raised his spiral greatsword, while Hastur, who was cornered, also raised his scepter, dharma wheel, short bow, long spear, and sword.

It seemed to be crying, yet it also seemed to be laughing.

Its entire body was filled with gold and power.

"A mortal." It is not an irrational mechanism; it is capable of speaking. "Why press this on?"

“I’m just fulfilling a commission,” Si Ming replied. “It’s not about right or wrong, it’s not about positions. Either I win, or you lose.”

"Are you determined to win?"

"If I were going to lose, you would have already made your move."

silence.

Their breaths clashed silently, like swords clashing.

The power erupted.

The body expanded and grew larger in an instant.

Despite not having trained much or experienced any significant danger, his three-star fighting spirit quietly rose to four stars. His body, which was over four meters tall when his second-tier gene lock was fully unlocked, also rapidly grew towards a height approaching five meters.

The Flame-Borrowing Greatsword ignited with calamity flames, drawing in and transforming all the aura of death. At this moment, spirit and will were completely focused. With ample concentration, one could smoothly wield this immense power.

Go all out.

The enemy before him roared in alarm and fury.

The god-like figure suddenly attacked, and all the staffs, spears, bows, wheels, and multiple swords were swung down at Si Ming in a dazzling display.

Very fast, very strong.

but……

A soft clang rang out.

A soft sound was followed by a series of violent collisions.

The flames of calamity danced on the greatsword, the black and white flames clinging to the blade as if alive—arrows were deflected, staffs were parried, spears were deflected, and wheels were blocked. The four sharp swords, too, were rendered useless.

Offense and defense shifted constantly in a very short time.

The bursts of air collided with the two massive bodies as they moved rapidly.

The massive pillars, requiring two people to encircle, snapped with a deafening roar, and the thick walls, comparable to armor, were instantly pierced through. The clash of weapons and power instantly unleashed a magnificent storm. And this majestic temple, capable of holding thousands of people, was reduced to a pile of rubble in a mere dozen seconds.

The ground was torn apart.

The wall, several meters high, was casually torn down by Siming and thrown out, only to be transformed into boiling golden molten metal by Hastur's breath before it could hit its target. Cursed arrows rained down like a storm, but all of them were stopped by a suddenly rising barrier of fire.

Remote access is invalid.

Just as Hastur was about to turn his attention to another Reincarnator closest to the current battlefield, Siming had already closed in.

There were no challenges, no trash talk. The flaming greatsword was swung swiftly and silently, and those who were distracted in the battle were immediately and decisively punished.

The slight tearing sound was destroyed by the shockwave before it could even form.

A rapidly healing sword wound climbed up the chest of the imaginary god. It roared and swung its massive arm. It advanced, meeting the sword's light head-on. Minor injuries to insignificant parts of the human body healed even faster than the sword wound. And then a heavy punch was unleashed, slamming into the god's face.

“No…” He shouldn’t have spoken.

“You actually…” He shouldn’t be distracted by other matters.

"dare……"

More wounds were imprinted, two of the eight arms were injured. An opening was thus created, and Siming sidestepped and rammed into it with his shoulder. And in Hastana's shattered center of gravity, the blades clashed.

A fierce wind howled.

Then, the greatsword and the no-longer-perfect eight-armed weapon clashed nearly a thousand times over the next ten seconds. Each collision released a spark of calamity amidst the ruins—Si Ming didn't actually need to wait until this point, but he still prolonged the battle. And it was in this moment of boiling blood that the battlefield pressure, finally no longer zero, allowed him to achieve his goal.

The revamped King of Cinder five-man combo is complete.

The flames of calamity spreading everywhere were enough to weave together an impenetrable prison.

Now, all it needs is a name to be successfully released.

That is-

—Embers extinguished!
Black and white flames were released.

It expanded in a very short time and covered the open area that Siming's teammates had already avoided.

One sword strike, and the city was set ablaze.

The ruins of the temple and the hundreds of meters of area extending behind it were completely burned away by the rapidly expanding black and white flames. In the core area, which was the most severely affected, Hastur, who had appeared as a god in the imagined earth and sky, was reduced to a charred and broken skeleton.

It is not dead yet.

Its molten jaw opened and closed repeatedly, as if trying to say something. Yet, even with its eye sockets scorched hollow, this imagined god could still catch Si Ming's gaze.

Calm, indifferent, and... a little disappointed.

His heart rate might have quickened a bit, and his physical strength and energy had indeed been somewhat depleted. But the distance was still somewhat insufficient for him to give his all in a truly satisfying battle.

The loser's skeleton crumbled into the sands of regret.

Above the ruins of the tower outside the temple, Yu Zhiwei gently lowered the amplifying scepter she had been holding back. She tilted her head, and the invisible laser floating cannons that had never piqued her interest in using, which hovered around her, vanished once again under the cover of her psychic power.

Her insurance policy failed to trigger.

In the distance, the streets that had been cleaved and leveled by knives and swords had returned to calm.

The laser cannon stopped firing. Almaria, who had warmed up properly with her guitar battle axe, wiped the sweat from her forehead—which didn't actually belong to her magical girl body—and tossed her long, crimson hair back.

ended.

Seconds after Hastur was defeated, all the remaining warriors, behemoths, and city defenses silently crumbled into a pile of sand.

Gold fragments, gemstone fragments.

The ruins of the city beneath their feet were transformed in an instant into a mountain of gold piled high with jewels. And the lake of divine wine naturally appeared at the foot of the mountain.

The battle is over.

The spoils are right at our feet.

However, none of the seven reincarnators present touched these precious resources that were so close at hand.

“The curse of Tabads originates from the greed that springs from the depths of the human heart.” Simin returned to his normal demeanor, gazing into the distance, his gaze meeting the illusory image of the goddess supporting the earth and sky. “And our requirement as the victors is to sever it.”

This is the real trial, this is the final test.

When Si Ming exposed this final trick of the goddess, a sorrowful sigh burst forth from the sea of ​​gold and wine.

The disguise of divine power vanished silently, and the mountain of gold and the sea of ​​wine transformed into Hastur's ugly, enormous, skinless shell. The previous battle was merely a decoy. And if, in the end, the Reincarnators were to take even a single grain of gold from here, Hastur's victory would erupt along with this curse born of greed.

He lost.

He shattered into countless fragments amidst a shriek.

A vast amount of power burst forth, scattering and falling upon the reincarnators—this shattered god, already destroyed by the gods, faced a second annihilation. And the scene before the reincarnators changed drastically.

The winds of the present world swept over us, and the ruins of the base melted in the scorching heat. The secrets of Tabad were thus buried forever, and from that time on, no one in the world could ever find that precious passage again.

A slightly warm breeze touched Si Ming's dimensional ring.

And the score announcement belonging to the Lord God was finally successfully conveyed.

—[Defeat the god Hastur, participate with all characters, obtain 1 B-rank side quest, and receive 5000 reward points.]

"It's over."

The tablet of discipline in Jacob's hand shimmered, and a surge of unclaimed divine power was successfully absorbed by him. His blasphemous domain thus expanded slightly. The variety and intensity of his divine spells increased to some extent.

“Yes, it’s over.” Si Ming nodded and looked at the watch on his wrist.

One hundred days had passed, and not even the first day had been used up. But he had a premonition that in the next ninety-nine days, he and his companions would only be able to spend their time exercising and playing.

That's not necessarily a bad thing. Even if it wasn't entirely enjoyable, at least the basic goal of this return trip has been achieved.

“Let’s go,” he said to his companions.

"After being busy for so long, it's time to take a break."

(End of this chapter)