Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 137 New Card Pack: The Ten Calamities
Everything happened without warning.

Everything was exactly as Si Ming had predicted.

When he discovered that this seemingly weak team of contractors was worth a whole B and an unknown, impressive reward, he knew that he was ultimately facing a much stronger enemy. This realization was further solidified when he discovered that the remaining three members of the Eight Heroes were on the battlefield, yet the Nightmare Space had not triggered Orochi's appearance.

Si Ming: [Prepare for individual battles, and temporarily set aside the strategy against Orochi.]

Si Ming: [Apart from this, please be sure to do your utmost.]

The giant snake was not awakened.

Because the giant serpent is a new entity, the Nightmare Space cannot guide it towards a suitable direction through affinity. The giant serpent will immediately unleash its world-destroying power upon its appearance. And clearly, the Nightmare Space does not want this world to face destruction so quickly.

Is it because there are still core assets that haven't been transferred in time?

Or does Nightmare Space still have the confidence to sever the tentacles of the main god and annihilate the entire Celestial Team here?

It doesn't matter, at least one thing can be proven. Since the other side still wants to preserve this world, then we need to do the opposite, making the fact that 'the Celestial Team will forcibly return as long as they defeat Orochi' a secret that needs to be covered up.

Si Ming started to move.

His judgment was almost instinctive; thought consumed no time. The power of the night surged within his body, and in the next instant, amidst a series of sonic booms, he closed in on Shermie, who had been repelled by the Evil Explosion spell. The Flame-Borrowing Greatsword swung fiercely, unleashing a merciless and ruthless slash!

One kill!

The purple-haired woman's delicate head was severed in a daze and then burst into flames. Her companion immediately cried out in shock and rage. The man named Yashiro Nanakase roared furiously, and his rage shook the entire earth—

"Asshole——"

His voice was still in his throat. The mountains he had stirred up were about to rise. They were hundreds or thousands of sharp, narrow, pitch-black spikes, standing like mountains, like a vast forest covering the plains.

Second kill.

The mountain thorns broke in half.

It was just an ordinary sword strike, yet it was a fierce slash that destroyed everything in its path. Si Ming bypassed his attack and his stance. The sweeping greatsword slashed back, shattering his body directly at the waist!
Of the Four Heavenly Kings, three have already passed away.

Killing the two of them would be far easier for Si Ming than killing Goenitz. The natural essences representing earth and thunder dissipated into the heavens and earth. Si Ming then moved forward, intending to annihilate the last of the Four Heavenly Kings on the spot!

His eyes were already fixed on Chris.

The boy who controlled the serpent flames glared back defiantly—his eyes still held the bitter tears of friendship fueled by a strong bond. Yet, a sense of relief and liberation was also evident in his eyes.

The Eight Heroes were born to die.

Becoming the vessel for the resurrection of the Great Serpent, the sacrifice, is their destiny as members of the Great Serpent clan.

The purple flames surged, poised to bravely meet their end. And at that very moment, Siming's fourth strike once again ignited the flames of calamity!

This is unreasonable!

Suddenly, he heard the announcer's voice. He was now emotional; his tone was even somewhat anxious. He didn't know what Si Ming was planning, but it was clearly not in his best interest. This forced him to take action, to use these extremely valuable resources directly here!
Chris deeply hated this man, vowing to personally avenge his loss with the blood of this self-proclaimed god. To this end, he had to remain viable for the time being, awaiting his opportunity. The surge of power unleashed by his comrades' deaths propelled him into a spatial warp, far removed from the battlefield!

This makes perfect sense!

Something unknown vanished on the spot due to the announcer's rapid chanting. He had barely uttered the first word when Chris, the last of the Four Heavenly Kings, disappeared without a trace amidst the natural essence of earth and thunder. Siming showed no surprise, simply swinging his fourth sword strike in the direction of the announcer!
His brow furrowed slightly—a gesture visible to onlookers to express his dissatisfaction. The erupting flames, as usual, engulfed the announcer's body and vaporized a large area of ​​land behind the target. The tangible sensation of impact surged from the sword-wielding hand, yet amidst the raging flames, the announcer's voice remained steady.

And there was a hint of smugness in it.

The man who called himself a god tried to silence the sound, but little did he know that he would lose his chance to survive. The powerful enemy from beyond the heavens had already arrived, and he had missed his only opportunity to intercept them.

This makes perfect sense!

Ten shining stars have descended.

However, from the very beginning, Si Ming had no intention of paying attention to those ten stars that seemed to have fallen from the top of the sky—they were less like falling from the heavens and more like arriving in the inner region from the outer edge of the world. Interception was utterly futile unless Si Ming could directly erect a barrier of world-scale!

—Trying to manipulate people's mentality, is that it?

—Ha, the indestructible 'narration' can only interfere with the battle with trash talk.

Si Ming felt calm.

Anger and losing his composure will only affect his ability to perform in the upcoming battles.

His companions swiftly and methodically adjusted their formation according to his decision, preparing for the upcoming battle. Meanwhile, the ten radiant stars that had descended from the heavens vanished without a trace.

They are coming.

They were right here. A sense of crisis crept in silently from all directions. And the next moment, a proclamation from another realm resounded simultaneously from the sky and the ground.

"Your strength binds your body, and your defenses betray your body."

"Word of Power: Rhine"

My body suddenly became sluggish, and my flesh felt incredibly weak at that moment. It was as if I had suddenly found myself in a frozen wasteland, with no clothes covering me at all. From the depths of my heart, a terrifying thought suddenly surged up.

"My power has gone out of control, and my armor has lost its effectiveness."

Hypnosis...reality alteration.

Si Ming felt neither joy nor sorrow; the third-stage gene lock directly simulated his self from a few seconds earlier. The strange thought that had suddenly appeared in his mind vanished without a trace in an instant. And the moment he suppressed that thought, the feeling of weakness that permeated his entire body, almost materializing, also completely disappeared.

If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't. But before you deny it, your mind and body will experience feelings that seem incredibly real.

Si Ming: [Be careful. Among the hostile targets, there is a user of Words of Power capable of directly affecting the mind. The Mental Barrier has been proven ineffective. However, activating the third-tier Gene Lock can circumvent this, so corrective rather than protective abilities that directly affect the user's mind should be effectively avoided.]

Jacob: [Understood, they're using a mechanized mind...]

Liesel: [I'll help too... Wait, I sense something, a hostile psychic. His psychic energy fluctuations are strange... but so strong!]

Invisible fluctuations of spiritual energy collided in the air. The Millennium Falcon was maneuvering at high speed erratically, but Si Ming was confident that his companion could handle it—he had already sensed the rapidly surging forces of earth, water, fire, and wind in the atmosphere when he submitted the first word of information, and the great explosion born from the elemental vortex was about to converge.

It is indeed 'Rhine', it is indeed the Word of Power of the Dragon Clan.

He swung his now-transformed spiral staff while communicating with his companions. He knew very well that while the dragon race's Word of Power system was powerful, its weakness lay in the fact that the stronger the Word of Power, the more time it required to cast!
Perhaps the other party has a way to circumvent this flaw.

But since it doesn't exist yet, that won't stop him—

"wake!"

The energy of life and death surges into the atmosphere.

Elemental giants of fire and storm were forcibly summoned from the chaotic vortex of elements. The nascent forces of earth, water, fire, and wind were thus disrupted, resulting in only a convergence of earth and water. A tremendous roar erupted directly around Siming, but it was unable to unleash its full power!
'boom--! ! ’

A one-kilometer radius of land collapsed.

But for Si Ming, it was merely a gentle breeze.

Breathe in.

His battle wings suddenly unfurled, his toes already off the ground. A man wearing a clown mask and wielding a cane stood atop a distant high-rise, bowing slightly to him. And on another building further away, there was a beautiful, androgynous figure.

Fireball.

Black and white flames shot out, the elements of lightning and fire indiscriminately destroying everything around them. All those hiding would have nowhere to hide at this moment, and this was something a ranged ability user would instinctively do.

'Boom—!' The raging fire crashed into the transparent barrier.

That too is a power of words, known as the Crystal Brahma City.

And then the announcer's voice rang out again.

[Impressive, truly impressive. Easily deflecting the combined attack of fools and destroyers. But reckless souls always overlook the shadows lurking beside them.]

This makes perfect sense.

There was no shadow at all beside Si Ming.

Perhaps this was just empty talk, consuming no resources from the world of correction, merely emitting sound. Even so, a sense of crisis suddenly surged from both sides. It came simultaneously from the left and right, accompanied by the deceptive voice of the fool once more.

"left."

The sense of crisis on the left has surged.

The enemy seized the opportunity presented by Siming's gene lock's mental state reversal, creating a gap in the enemy's strategy.

Perception snapped back, and the omens to the left and right vanished without a trace. Because the real threat was actually lurking in this very area!

Ten kilometers away, an instantaneous magic circle had already taken shape. An old man wearing a pointed hat like Gandalf's appeared, and the staffs he held in his hands were already filled with deadly arcane power.

He is a 'Scholar', one of the top ten in the title. And the spell he cast here is—

Nine-ring illusion magic, Ice Enchantress Assassin!
(End of this chapter)