Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 110: Returning Home at Dusk - The Hunter, the Bird, and the Ominous Demon

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

It's been such a long, long time.

The feeling of being injured, the unexpected feeling—not a planned exchange of injury for injury, nor using a part of one's own body as material to detonate. Rather, it was simply an unexpected injury sustained during combat.

The sensation of pain felt so fresh.

I miss the feeling of bleeding so much.

The crimson aura lingering over the wound was instantly disintegrated by the twilight-colored battle qi. The body then filled and healed, and even more power surged forth from deep within!
My blood started to boil.

It's not a description, but a factual account. The art of the Evil Explosion operates within the body—using the eyeball as a medium for detonation is certainly a unique emergency measure. But from the very beginning, from the moment Siming chose to purchase this skill, he had already planned its appropriate use!

'explosive force'

Reduce the output of the evil explosion, suppressing it below the limit that would cause severe damage to one's own flesh and blood structure. Expand its scale of operation, making it evenly cover the entire body. And the mental liberation brought about by the third-tier gene lock is enough to allow this self-harming technique, which uses energy to drive the body at high speed, to be fully accommodated by this strong body with 2,500 points in six dimensions.

And Si Ming called it—

—The night flows on!
A series of sonic booms rang out.

His field of vision stretched dramatically in his senses. His hand had barely risen when the Bell Hunter, knocked back by a single blow, was already in front of him. His attempts to block and dodge seemed ridiculously slow and clumsy to his own perception. And that thick armor, shrouded in blood and vengeful spirits, looked no different from cardboard!
So weak...

Then tear him apart!
The sword was already too late to be raised, for the hand had already climbed over the iron-thorned heavy armor. The massive shield swung down with all its might, but the fingertips that had already probed into the gaps in the iron-thorned armor unleashed tremendous power.

'Tear—'

The alien metal armor, along with the flesh it protected, was torn away. The greatsword he wielded had transformed into sharp, grotesque gauntlets, easily deflecting and parrying the iron-thorned shield. And when the stinging pain of the reflected damage appeared on Siming's clawing arm, he saw astonishment, confusion, fear... and madness in the eyes of the Bell Hunter hidden beneath his mask!
"Weird...monster!"

The broadsword, knocked down, sprang back, and enveloped in crimson energy, spiraled rapidly like a drill, stabbing sharply towards Si Ming's back. The effect, different yet similar to the Iron Thorn Shield, came into Si Ming's senses; this sword's power was a forcibly penetrating defense!
The drill sword had not yet descended.

The twilight-colored barrier of energy was already being pushed open by an unknown force, creating a passage. At this moment, the priority of this broad-bladed artifact was slightly higher than the passive defense of the Night's Battle Aura. And the next moment, it crashed into the flawless Night Demon Armor.

it hurts!

The higher-priority A-grade armor absorbed the impact of the spiral, but the pain still reached Siming's body, ignoring its defensive effects. The phantom pain of flesh being pierced and internal organs being crushed surged in his mind, trying to deceive his nervous system into automatically generating such trauma!

here you go.

Si Ming was still smiling.

He deliberately slowed down by a fraction of an inch, just to experience the power of this world's amplified attack. The next moment, the Night's Battle Aura, fueled by his will, sealed and locked the still-spinning broadsword. And the faint hope in the eyes of the Bell Hunter, protected by the Iron Thorn Mask, turned into despair.

"Is that all?" — Words are much slower than actions.

The momentary delay was erased. The daring test yielded results. And the menacing, sharp, dark red gauntlet immediately slashed down towards the hunter's iron mask!

'boom--! ’

The earth was smashed open, cracks appearing, and the body was forced into the ground. The sturdy, alien metal mask was brutally torn apart. And the grotesque, dark red gauntlet continued its descent.

It pierced through the facial bone and into the eye socket. Then—

掏！
A scream of utter terror and despair was choked in the Bell Hunter's throat. He faced a death far more gruesome than the worst he had ever imagined. His burly body convulsed and trembled violently like an electrified frog. Siming's gauntlets snapped shut, and in a sonic boom, a burst of intense flames and blood erupted together.

All was quiet.

The night wind, bursting forth, carried a scarlet scent.

Si Ming sneered as he watched the empty corpse fall before him. With a flick of his wrist, the filthy blood and foam vanished, and in the next instant, the summoning space opened abruptly at his will, swallowing the Bell Hunter's remains and sword and shield.

"very good."

His mind relaxed, but his body continued to sing. His heart, which had been calm for too long, was still pounding rapidly, and his head turned to take in the ruins of a nearby ancient site.

A huge bird was lying there.

The bird was now nothing but skeletons, its withered wings shrouded in a dark, deathly aura. A pale flame burned within its sharp skull, the size of a train engine. And its appearance coincided perfectly with the moment Siming slew the Bell Hunter.

Si Ming didn't know its name, but he thought it could be called the 'Bird of Death'. It had obviously come here 'coincidentally' after seeking death in the camp. And if Si Ming didn't unleash his power and kill it, it could join forces with the Bell Hunter to strangle him together.

Now, Si Ming could clearly sense that on that bird face, which was now just a skeleton, there was an emotion that could be described as 'bewilderment' bursting forth.

—Just as I expected.

The giant bird let out a sharp cry.

It struggled to take flight, its wings shrouded in deathly aura. But a shockwave erupted beneath Si Ming's feet. His tightly clenched gauntlets transformed in an instant into a dark red spiral javelin, unleashing a deafening sonic boom the moment it was thrown!
—As long as I kill fast enough and fight fast enough, the world's hostility will not be able to keep up with my pace!
The gun pierced the body.

The controlled calamity erupted suddenly. There was no possibility that the javelin could not be retrieved. Because in the next instant, Si Ming's feet stepped on the sticky, solidified air bricks that had broken the sound barrier, and in a flash, he caught up with the wounded dead bird!

The bird let out a shriek—but this time, the power of the curse could not penetrate the barrier of the Night Demon Armor.

The bird swung its hook—it had withered arms, and pale flames erupted with each swing of the hook.

Clang! The swords clashed.

What blocked the hook was the empty shell of the Greatsword of Sin, which Si Ming had long since retrieved—he only needed to refill it with the Calamity Fire, and the retrieved sword would once again unleash its full power. The Sin Fire thus tore at the Dead Fire. And regardless of victory or defeat, Si Ming only needed it to buy him a fleeting moment!

"liberation."

He was close enough to the spiral javelin.

Even in this form that is not a greatsword, Yu Huo's skills still burst forth.

The flames exploded, and the already severely damaged bird of death melted away amidst its mournful cries. However, before its form completely decayed, Siming had already retrieved his sword and placed his palm on its skull.

"wake."

The aura of death was infused into it. The dying bird was bound to death. He easily bound the giant bird that brought death and took the pale flames into his palm. The next moment, the broken giant bird's shell was repaired, and Si Ming stepped onto the back of the undead.

This bird is valuable; its existence informs Si Ming that this sky allows both living and inanimate objects to fly. However, the precious Yellow Dragon cannot be used here; direct teleportation would inevitably bring disaster. Therefore, this means of transportation should be put to use here.

"go."

The skeleton's wings began to flutter.

The colossal bird of death, carrying its new ruler, soared rapidly toward the distant, night-shrouded city. The air it tore through was easily left behind; disregarding the lifespan of the wreckage, its speed quickly broke the sound barrier and continued to increase.

'Boom—' The night wind howled.

A jet-black meteor streaked across the sky, followed by a tremendous howl of wind that seemed to carry it far into the night. Every outpost and garrison on Nymgford awoke with a start, staring in disbelief at the heavens. Such swift and decisive action was enough to prevent the world's malice from even brewing!
He traversed most of Nymgford with ease, the perpetually storm-shrouded hills and passes utterly unable to hinder him. The world tried to impede him, generating more gales behind him, yet none could even keep up with his trail. And those vigilant and powerful elite warriors, even with a stroke of luck bestowed by fate, were too late to hurl crossbow bolts or sharp javelins capable of locking onto this high-flying bird.

The night was still dark.

The majestic city was already visible to Siming.

A faint mental preparation had already formed. The next moment, he manipulated the dead bird's shell beneath his feet, abruptly shifting to the side in mid-air.

A flash of light erupted.

It was a javelin formed from convergent light. It narrowly grazed the dead bird's shell, yet still managed to wound the giant. As expected, powerful guardians would always appear near the target location.

The speed has decreased.

The second javelin may be about to be unleashed.

However, before that, Si Ming had already pinpointed the attacker's coordinates. The next moment, the remains of the dead bird burst into raging flames. And the instant Si Ming leaped down, with a burst of speed akin to self-destruction, it slammed violently into the direction Si Ming had observed!

"BOOM!!!!"

The light was dazzling.

Before the second javelin could be fired, the Death Bird guided missile had already struck the ground. Large swathes of flame exploded, and the entire city of Stoneville erupted into chaos, like a colossal beast awakened. Yet, Siming's figure had already landed firmly on the solid ground once more.

It was an empty platform, a wide open square.

A few guards gathered here, but they were no match for the fireballs that Siming casually threw. He could already see the outline of the giant gate of the city called Stoneville, and the city tower that had previously thrown the Radiant Spear was now burning under the bombardment of the Bird of Death guided missiles.

There was a man standing there.

A person wearing a tattered cloak and covered in deformed, sharp horns.

The bursting flames of calamity were separated by the golden radiance emanating from him. Then he leaped down from the tower.

"Don't underestimate them... the heroes of the Faded Ones. People like you really shouldn't return to this blessed land of the Borderlands."

He held a wooden staff in his hand, from which a sharp aura emanated. Golden light flowed over him, and even the golden tree that blotted out the sky seemed to lower its radiance, as if, or rather, indeed, responding to his power.

"Depart now. Or, let me, 'Ominous Demon' Malkitt, preside over the funeral of a hero—"

His voice suddenly rose, because Si Ming's fist was about to, no, had already, struck his face!
"You're not even the real thing... yet you dare to let me... hear your self-introduction!"

The fist is covered by the gauntlet.

A deafening roar, as if the atmosphere were being torn apart, followed. The gatekeeper's body was sent hurtling backward, crashing violently into the massive gates of Stoneville!
(End of this chapter)