Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 94 - Have you had enough fun?

minutes ago.

On another battlefield in the lair of the evil dragon.

Smith held his rune sniper rifle, his third eye, which had opened between his eyebrows, fixed on the battlefield not far away.

He watched the swordsmen and knights charge into the enemy lines, watched the massive dragon legion fall in droves under the laser barrage of the Millennium Falcon. He watched the Black Knights retreat in disarray, the elite forces of the Dark Legion gradually crumbling. He watched crucial opportunities slip through his fingers time and again—he had at least three chances, with absolute certainty, to deliver the bullet from his rune sniper rifle to the swordsman's brow or heart. But…

He didn't shoot.

He did not have permission to fire.

There was only silence in the mental connection with Julian. That message, which should have been sent long ago to coordinate with his mental penetration attack, had yet to arrive.

Julian is in trouble, big trouble.

—And Reinhardt, perhaps, is the same.

The sniper pursed his lips slightly; it wasn't difficult for him to deduce the truth. He knew that Captain Vincenzo was carrying out a crucial feast ritual. And he knew even more that the Army of the Evil Dragons was facing defeat.

Above the heavens, the black dragon, battling fiercely, had let out painful howls more than once. Below, the elite warriors fighting for the dragon were dwindling. The battle had reached a stalemate, yet the scales of victory were clearly tipping in favor of the Celestial Team.

—Team Celestials.

He pondered the name in his heart. He knew it because Vincenzo had explained the situation of this special team to the members of the West Sea Team—only reincarnators who became captains were invited to join the Celestial Team. And this meant that every member of the Celestial Team possessed the powerful strength of at least a second-tier gene lock.

The chances of winning are slim.

But he believed in his captain, Vincenzo, who had a way to deal with this powerful team—Vincenzo always had a way; that wolf-like, falcon-like man always managed to find a path to survival in seemingly hopeless situations. He always challenged seemingly invincible opponents and ultimately annihilated them all. And so the West Sea Team grew stronger day by day.

This was true in the past, and it will be true in the future. Therefore…

—Now, I must buy some time for the captain.

The stalemate must be broken, and the West Sea team must demonstrate its strength. With their main combat force preoccupied with their own problems, he, as a sniper in the second tier, is naturally the right key to breaking the deadlock.

He thought, he was certain.

With an exceptionally deep breath, the secret rune within his chest, used to connect with the nearby West Sea team members, quietly released a burst of power.

The timing is perfect.

His focused mind caused the already abundant first-tier gene lock to tremble slightly, showing signs of opening. The werewolf curse that Vincenzo had bestowed upon the weaker members for self-preservation was about to fade. But before he gained his new status, the beast-like phenomenon that was quietly spreading throughout his body would still temporarily increase his physique and energy.

He raised his gun.

He saw a black knight fall to the ground by a blade's aura, and witnessed eight separate sword beams strike out in unison, tearing through the ranks of the arriving reinforcements and creating a spray of blood—the coordinated positioning between the swordsmen and sabers was momentarily disrupted. And this enchanted, cursed bullet could even inflict damage on weaker demigods!

It's now!

'Click—' The trigger was pulled.

However, the instant the button was pressed, a wave of sound suddenly surged through the air. It sounded like the plucking of a guitar, and within that sound lay a force that could freeze one's movements!
The sniping was interrupted.

A red-haired girl dressed in a fantastical, glamorous battle skirt appeared on a high platform not far from Smith, carrying a guitar. Her brow held a compassion that Smith could mistake for arrogance. Even without plucking the strings, her entire being radiated an overwhelming, powerful energy.

"Why bother? Why suffer?" Her voice possessed an elegant rhythm, her tone like the song of a nightingale. "Why not retreat now? Why not leave the battlefield? The weak have no need to be enemies of the strong. You still have a chance to continue to live in this vast world."

How arrogant. Arrogant, just like the Celestial Team who, upon their arrival, declared they would defeat the evil dragon. Undeniably, arrogance is indeed the privilege of the strong. Yet, even so, a smile still played on Smith's lips.

—I knew it!
The Celestial Team indeed possessed hidden strength. And snipers who hadn't shifted positions for a long time were easily detected by the enemy. However, since he could deduce his own exposure, he and his comrades would naturally prepare a battlefield accordingly!
He is the bait, this is the trap. And now, the West Sea team's second tier will display tactics and strength sufficient to attract the attention of the Celestials team!

'boom--'

Suddenly, waves surged through the air. Elena, of Siren blood, brandished her Tide Staff. A floating sea instantly appeared, enveloping Smith and the red-haired attacker!
The power of the curse surged forth, even though it wasn't the primary target. Smith still felt his body weaken. This illusory ocean could significantly weaken the physique and resistance of those within it, turning even the toughest steel into fragile rust.

The red-haired man's fingertips tightened suddenly. The illusory sea surging within it contained not only a weakening curse, but also a binding force pressing down on the victim. And this created sea, nearly a hundred meters in size, possessed an immense pressure approaching ten thousand tons!
A crackling sound—a burst of electricity.

As expected, the red-haired woman's body still possessed the power to break free from the ocean. One of the strings of her seemingly musical seven-stringed lyre was finally plucked. And the next moment, crimson lightning appeared out of thin air, descending upon the Siren priestess hidden behind the protective shield!

Elena would scream in agony, but she would not waver in the slightest. As long as she was alive, the illusory ocean would not dissipate. For at the same instant, another figure hidden nearby would vanish like a shadow, riding a phantom giant stag, thrusting a sharp spear at its prey bound by the ocean.

The Phantom Beast Knight, Alfonso. His full-force charge was accompanied by the glowing of his right petrifying demonic eye. The Sea of ​​Falsehood was thus operating at its full potential. Before the charge even reached its destination, most of the red-haired woman's body was already covered in large patches of greyish-white petrification.

The fighter jet had been captured. Yet, the red-haired woman's face remained filled with pity, helplessness, and a hint of anger—her eyes suddenly became blank; the second-tier gene lock, possessed only by the captain, had been unlocked. The next moment, the lightning erupting from her body enveloped the gem-encrusted guitar.

"To be honest, I'm a little angry."

The woman swung her guitar.

The power of that guitar was even equal to, and surpassed, the force with which the captain of the Arctic team wielded his warhammer in a desperate battle.

The knight and his lance were easily deflected by the exploding lightning. The Siren, wounded and coughing up blood from the spell's destruction, was clearly injured. The difference in combat strength was thus clearly demonstrated: three perfectly coordinated Tier 1 fighters couldn't even inflict a single real injury on a seasoned Tier 2 fighter!

and so……

"I believe Captain Vincenzo would feel the same way." The sniper leaped into the air. His long, runic sniper rifle had somehow disintegrated, transforming into a smaller weapon and pointing at the woman's chest. He had rehearsed the maneuver in his mind countless times before firing, and at the very moment of the shot, the most the woman could do was to twitch her finger slightly!
Even with a second-order gene lock, there are things it cannot do.

However, even so—

'Boom—'

'Boom——'

The gunshot and the plucked string sounded simultaneously.

An orange mirror suddenly appeared, and the bullet, instead of being fired, pierced the shooter's chest. The shadow of death gripped Smith's neck. Yet, at that moment, he was still smiling.

"...Incomprehensible."

He could clearly sense the confusion and astonishment in the woman's heart.

But at this moment, he was able to look down on her, who was clearly stronger than him, with a prophetic enlightenment.

"It's you who doesn't understand trust and sacrifice."

He figured it out.

His powerful captain should naturally be at the top. The so-called rituals should be completed in one fell swoop. The reason Vincenzo has been slow to achieve his goals is because he has been dragged down by others.

The drag was Smith, and those newcomers. Those weaklings who had shared the werewolf curse with Vincenzo. In other words, if this cursed power could be successfully returned, it would be enough to become the key bargaining chip that would push him to take this step.

The sniper smiled with satisfaction.

The red-haired woman who had so easily killed him had a complicated expression.

The next moment, darkness and the pronouncement of the supreme god engulfed him.

—I died from exhaustion as a warrior of the West Sea Team.

—Captain, please accept my offering…

The sound of wolves howling suddenly rang out.

And the next moment, or rather, the same moment.

As the double mountain of corpses pressed down on the wounded Julian and Reinhardt, the giant wolf roared.

'Hooray!!!!'

The earth was violently torn apart. Ash-gray flames erupted like towering towers. And the next moment, two enormous, intersecting claw marks appeared simultaneously on the two mountains of corpses!
One strike, and it shatters.

The dark mountain of corpses that had driven Julian and his companion to the brink of despair in an instant was swiftly and decisively slain by this giant wolf, which stood several meters tall. However, just as it was about to unleash its third claw aimed at the man wielding the staff, its massive and swift form suddenly halted, darting in several zigzag paths in front of the woman, as if dodging some invisible structure that was relentlessly pursuing and attacking it.

The woman paused her scepter slightly.

The next moment, the giant wolf, which had retreated several times, pounced out at a speed several times faster than before, almost tearing apart the woman's body that had suddenly sunk into the shadows.

'Boom—' The atmosphere exploded suddenly due to the rapid interplay of their figures.

The woman wielding the scepter appeared a hundred meters away, while the giant wolf let out a low growl. Its ashen aura intensified, and a ferocious smile spread across its lips.

“I sensed it, your telekinesis. The time it takes to reach me is within my speed.”

The light of the short-range teleportation shone brightly, and the West Sea Team Reincarnators, located in other areas, suddenly appeared behind the giant wolf. Their morale soared as if they had gained a pillar of support, and despite the losses, they were eager to rejoin the battle.

"Next time, I'll twist your head off."

He said.

His opponent, however, gave a meaningful smile.

In that instant, he was jerked backward. Yet even so, a pillar of black and white fire descended from the sky and slammed into his body!

'boom--! ’

A wave of flames erupted.

The grayish-brown fighting spirit emanating from the werewolf's body transformed into a sturdy barrier supporting the pillar of fire.

However, even so—

"Kala——"

Thunder roared, then exploded.

It wasn't thunder, but the deafening roar of a colossal creature being torn apart. The pitch-black evil dragon howled as its body was ripped apart alive. And just as the golden dragon savored its victory, a massive meteor of calamity struck down fiercely towards the giant wolf's head!
The scoring system in team battles wasn't the final straw that woke Vincenzo up.

That was also a reminder, meant to convey to the strongest member of the Celestial Team that his goodwill had been trampled upon!
(End of this chapter)