Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 93 - Let's have another one.

run!
But where can it run to?
The seemingly cumbersome mountain of black and white corpses could generate a howling wind the moment it began to move. Reinhardt's blood mist was immediately pierced through, and it continued forward, charging swiftly towards Julian, who was hiding in the Aetherial Plane!
'Ha ha ha ha--'

'Ha ha ha ha--'

Laugh wildly.

Even hidden within the ethereal plane, that terrifying laughter sent chills down Julian's spine.

There's no escaping it!

—The etheric plane is not safe!

The reason was unknown, but Julian was certain that the power of the black mountain of corpses could spread from the outside into this ethereal plane. Without hesitation, he deactivated his etherification and returned to reality. However, the moment his feet touched the ground, he heard the shrill laughter of the mountain of corpses even more intensely than before.

'Ha ha ha ha--'

'Ha ha ha ha--'

Every cell in his body groaned in agony. It was as if tiny lives were rapidly emerging from the gaps between the cells, growing wildly outwards. That shrill laughter suddenly triggered materialized black sound waves. And from within the pierced blood mist, Reinhardt's screams echoed.

"Beware! This is mental pollution!"

Large swaths of blood mist condensed directly, deforming and twisting into scattered, growing organic remnants. Reinhardt, fleeing hastily, emerged from the blood mist, his mangled and disheveled appearance revealed.

Can't beat!
Under no circumstances should you get close to them, and you must not use any hand-to-hand combat methods.

Julian suddenly focused, unleashing his second-stage gene lock to its maximum without any concealment. His body, protected by the Silver Saint Cloth, swelled slightly as a result. This allowed him to finally exert his strength again, using the small cosmos he had activated as propulsion to veer sharply to the side!

'boom--! ! ’

The pitch-black mountain of corpses almost brushed past us.

In the instant Julian dodged it, his gaze met those hundreds, even thousands, of pale faces across the distance. Yet, in that extremely brief moment, the eyes of those hundreds, thousands of pale faces widened at the same instant!
Fear surged up from the depths of his heart without warning. His survival instinct told him that he had to escape from this battlefield as quickly as possible.

The next moment, the spot where he had stood was crushed by the mountain of corpses. The solid stone surface of the plaza was blasted into dust, accompanied by high-energy waves that shook the entire ethereal plane!
—How is that possible!?
Julian had lost count of how many times he had lost his composure and gasped in astonishment today. But he couldn't care less, because the premonition of death in his heart was still growing rapidly—thousands of dark eyes, opening from pale faces, were still staring at him. And in the air, an invisible force suddenly materialized.

It is telekinesis.

He recognized this power.

And then there's telekinesis, plus that unknown instant-death technique. Doesn't that mean—

Oh no!

His body twisted with all its might. Yet, from the depths of Julian's heart, a painful howl suddenly erupted. It wasn't him, but something intimately connected to him—the Saint Cloth, possessing characteristics almost like a living thing. And now, it was emitting a agonizing scream.

Without a sound, the helmet and breastplate of the Lyra Cloth suddenly disintegrated. While B-grade armor does offer some resistance to instant-death effects, it possesses characteristics of a living being and is naturally more vulnerable to this force that directly confronts death than other dead metal. Julian's life was thus preserved, but this also meant that his margin for error was completely eliminated.

'Boom—' The power exploded inside the body.

At this moment, the inner universe within Julian was completely ignited.

Blood spurted from his skin, and his overloaded muscles showed extensive muscle strain. However, this method of stimulating growth, despite its side effects, granted him greater speed and strength. He forcefully shifted his body several meters through the air, then flicked his wrist, detonating several flashbangs that had fallen from his storage inventory.

Blazing light, dazzling.

It was a dazzling light, intensely bright and imbued with a touch of divine power. The magnificent radiance even momentarily halted the maniacal laughter erupting from the mountain of corpses. But in an instant, several pale arms, suddenly emerging from the mountain of corpses, tore apart this overwhelming light!

They are fast and powerful.

It gripped Julian, who was desperately trying to escape, and tore at his limbs. At the same moment, solidified light reappeared in the many eyes that had been blinded by the flashbang.

Death is at hand.

Julian's body was about to be torn to shreds before it even faced the Mystic Eyes. Yet, amidst the cracking sounds of bones breaking, a hidden smile appeared beneath his terrified face!
—"Reinhardt!"

Within the mental connection, a technique known as 'spiritual fusion' erupted. At the same instant, Julian, already on the verge of death, suddenly weakened even more. This was because he temporarily lent a portion of his spiritual power, transforming it into a tool that allowed the injured Reinhardt to heal rapidly and instantly boost his thinking speed.

An opportunity was created.

He used himself as bait, drawing the attention of the formidable enemy before him, who was on the verge of collapse at Reinhardt's hands. This brief window of opportunity might have lasted only half a second, perhaps less than a third. Yet, it was enough for his collaborator to retrieve a trump card from his storage inventory and reveal it to the world.

That was indeed a card.

The back of the card was a vortex, while the front radiated light. And the instant it was activated, three jet-black light swords suddenly appeared in the real world!
The Dark Guardian Sword descends.

It can completely seal the actions of a designated unit. Unless it is abnormally strong, it will be difficult to break free and resist in a short time. The mountain of corpses that was about to tear Julian apart was suddenly stopped, and the mental power user of the West Sea Team was thus freed. The next moment, he withdrew from the air despite his injuries. While he was still in mid-air, a precious spell scroll that required a side quest was released.

Eighth Ring Magic: Holy Flame Storm.

The next moment, the blazing pillar of fire that appeared out of nowhere completely suppressed and enveloped the sealed, pitch-black mountain of corpses, and then burned fiercely!

'boom--! ! ’

The forces collided.

The curse contained within the Dark Seal Sword clashed with the purifying power of the Holy Flame.

However, this was a combination technique that was set up from the very beginning. Instead of being eliminated, the two conflicting forces unleashed even greater destructive power onto the mountain of black corpses!
'Ha ha ha ha--'

'Ha ha ha ha--'

Amidst the raging flames, the mountain of corpses continued to laugh maniacally. It struggled desperately to break free from its crumbling shackles, but its form crumbled under the tearing of light and darkness. The laughter grew fainter, and the struggling flesh rapidly diminished in the scorching heat.

One second, two seconds.

The flames gradually dimmed, and the power of the protective sword gradually collapsed. The two-story-high mountain of corpses gradually dwindled to a charred mass of flesh the size of a bathtub, and the invisible yet terrifying sense of oppression also gradually faded.

Did you win?
Julian took a deep breath, took out a bottle of healing potion, and gulped it down. His pale face flushed rapidly. He then pressed a piece of repairing silver star sand into his damaged Saint Cloth.

Reinhardt descended as well. A trace of lingering fear still lingered on his handsome face. This was the first time he had encountered this type of enemy. And he had no doubt that if he were to face her alone, the best outcome would be to successfully escape from her.

"This is the first time I've ever seen something so outrageous. Are all the reincarnators in the Celestial Team—"

The sound was stuck there.

The two winners froze abruptly.

The reincarnators of the Celestial Team.

Reincarnationist.

Ah... this twisted, inhuman thing is so terrifying. So much so that they subconsciously forgot one thing: they forgot that the target appearing before them was an enemy's reincarnated being, not some wild monster that spawned in some out-of-control plot.

So……

Since it is a reincarnation in team battles, what benefits should be gained after killing it?

The two looked at each other.

Both of their faces turned pale, even panicked. A sudden sense of oppression quietly emerged from the end of the square. And at the very moment this oppression reached its peak, it turned into a soft sound.

'Da da—da da—'

High heels tapping on the ground.

'Da da—da da—'

A woman in high heels is holding an exquisite scepter.

Reinhardt let out a strange cry, his body exploding into a cloud of blood mist, which he used to flee with Julian. However, an even stronger sense of crisis and responsibility surged up, causing them to stop abruptly the moment they left the square, and hide themselves behind cover without shadows.

Can't escape.

If she escapes, she will go to find others. The captain's feast ceremony is not over yet, and the situation for her other companions will only get worse. A chain reaction of collapse will ensue, and only the two of them, who have already proven their abilities, can delay this terrible threat in this advantageous terrain.

"You didn't run away? That's commendable courage."

The woman's voice remained gentle, yet neither Reinhardt nor Julian dared to answer. They dared not let their gaze linger on her body. Even a fleeting glance would—

"Ugh—" Reinhardt let out a muffled groan. His blood mist had barely formed an eye before he crushed it into dust with immense willpower. The woman in his field of vision possessed an unparalleled, bewitching beauty. Even just glancing at her silhouette, he instinctively wanted to step forward, strike up a conversation, and greet her.

"Get out of here now. What I said before still stands. You see, we haven't killed any of you yet, have we?"

The woman continued walking.

Her steps halted beside the scorched, decaying remains of the mountain of corpses.

The reincarnators of the West Sea team remained silent. They weren't decision-makers, and as a team that adhered to the law of the jungle, they simply couldn't believe what she was saying.

Who would believe it?
How can peace be obtained through charity rather than won by force?
The West Sea team currently possesses the strongest momentum, while the Celestial team has the least intelligence. If they don't inflict a tangible setback on their opponents here, who can guarantee that the Celestial team won't conveniently turn the West America team into resources after crushing the Evil Dragon Legion?

No one can guarantee that.

Therefore, they dared not believe it and were unwilling to answer.

And therefore...

“Stubborn to the end.” The woman with the cane sighed softly. The next moment, she stretched out her palm toward the mountain of corpses scorched by the flames.

A drop of blood dripped from her fingertip. The next moment, to the incredulous eyes of the two members of the West Sea team, the charred and withered corpse suddenly swelled and expanded. In the blink of an eye, the mountain of corpses that the West Sea team had struggled to defeat rose once more from the earth!
'Hehe—'

A terrifying groan escaped Julian's throat. His brilliant mind could barely comprehend what was happening.

What is this? What is this?!

The monster that had previously cornered them and taken such a great deal of effort to defeat was not herself, but merely her familiar, her creation. And didn't this mean—

A shadow appeared beside the woman. More corpses, gathering with the shadow, appeared at her slender feet. The next moment, another enormous, moving mountain of corpses came to life under her will.

"Hahahaha—hahahaha—" Corpse Mountain let out a shrill laugh.

'Hahahaha—hahahaha—' Corpse Mountain echoed with a shrill laugh.

The woman's slender and frail body was thus protected amidst two mountains of laughing, dancing corpses. Meanwhile, the two men hiding behind cover in the distance had only despair in their eyes.

"This is……"

"what……"

The next moment, their questions were answered.

— [One point is deducted for every member of your team who dies.]

The cold declaration of the supreme deity transformed into a clarion call of despair.

The next moment, the double mountain of corpses rushed in and crushed down!

(End of this chapter)