Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 148 The King of the End of Dharma
Are there any other variations?
Of course there are.

Above the high-dimensional battlefield, beyond the direct observation of the reincarnators, the radiance of the Supreme God is continuously pouring into this world called 'The King of Fighters '98' through the members of the Celestial Team—the heavens are collapsing beyond the vast void, the concept of space is being generated, and tiny grains of sand appear out of thin air. In an instant, the sand transforms into stone, into giant rocks, and into ever-expanding celestial bodies suspended in the void.

The rules of the Supreme God are erasing the rules of the Nightmare Space.

This tiny plane, which to the powerful is like a bathtub, is recovering as it should be—the stars of the heavens are gradually taking form. The cold moon appears, and the blazing sun breaks free from its staged state. And when the evolution of the rules spreads to the earth beneath their feet, giving birth to 'Earth' anew, that will be the moment when the Nightmare Space completely fails.

It will be unable to escape.

The radiance of the supreme god will use this world as a springboard, tracing the link between cause and effect directly back to its true form. The only way to break this deadlock is to remove the supreme god's pawns from the chessboard before that happens.

The situation remains unchanged.

Throughout the entire Nightmare Space, what it has been able to do, and what it is doing, has always been to minimize losses while escaping destruction.

If it were more humane, it might have made the most decisive cut from the start. However, even if it had that resolve, a necessary condition would still need to be met.

[Preparing to intervene... Calculations are underway, the cost is unpredictable, operation halted.]

A golden sun floats in the center of the void seas, the order of reincarnation aimlessly surveying the void oceans and cosmic structures surrounding the King of Fighters world. The true 'Balancer' always stands there. And once the interference intensity of the Nightmare Space exceeds its limit, the corresponding strike will be launched before the interference even begins.

Resistance is impossible. Because the Supreme God has not paid attention to this place. From beginning to end, it has only been a small space that has unfortunately entered the range of the Supreme God's radiance, and is trying its best to escape from the boundary of this radiance.

Nightmare Space never intended to confront the Main God directly. A forceful slash could also be detected and captured by the Main God. Therefore, the only option was to employ more delicate and meticulous tactics.

Or to give.

From the dark cluster of stars from which there was no escape, a dim sun fell.

[Currently deploying core assets...]

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The announcer raised his head.

He let out an excited and frenzied cheer.

Be the witness, you fools! Be the witness to the destruction of the world!

The divided battlefield still exists, but it is no longer fragmented into multiple pieces. Instead, only 'left' and 'right' remain. With the gradually burning announcer as the central axis, beyond the battlefield, the chaotic elements are converging into streams of power. The last of the Four Heavenly Kings, Chris, the 'Flame of Destiny' who escaped from the sword of Siming, reappears, and the radiant light of liberation flashes intensely on his chest.

The Yamata no Orochi is reviving.

Of the eight elements, six have been lost, and the remaining seventh is also resisting its fate. Even in its revival, it has been weakened to the point of nearing its minimum strength. And in the next moment—

"Eight Trigrams Demon-Subduing Formation, activate!"

The sealing ritual, which had been buried underground in Nanzhen before the beginning of this world, was activated. The opponents Luo Yinglong had encountered were not strong enough to force him to use this trump card that Si Ming had specifically instructed him to preserve. With the addition of the crucial core, the 'Mini Eight Trigrams Furnace,' the sealing ritual, originally only at level B, was instantly and dramatically enhanced, reaching the 'A' level, comparable to the incomplete Orochi!

Even through the barrier of 'balance,' Si Ming could still see those eight enormous pillars of sword energy. Having finally found a worthy opponent, Luo Yinglong had a chance to truly shine. And even though Si Ming couldn't see the guy's smug expression, he could sense the resurrected serpent's renewed weakness.

Sure enough.

His companions didn't need him to work as a part-time nanny.

In the brief moment of this dramatic turn of events, the announcer who had given the fervent pronouncements was burned away, leaving only his head.

And it is still cheering.

[Witness! Witness the world's executioner, witness the arrival of the King of the End Times!]

The sun set.

The sun was dim, and the light was yellowish.

In the instant the sunlight faded and the announcer was burned to ashes, a human figure appeared on the other side of Siming's vision.

It was a black-haired figure dressed in hunting attire. He looked like an ordinary young man, but his brows were filled with arrogance and haughtiness. He held a long black sword in his hand, and his gaze first swept over the remnants of the announcer.

"So he died? What a useless nightmare. In the end, I had to personally intervene."

His voice possessed warmth, and he had real flesh and blood. Yet, his data-driven nature was equally evident in his body; simply standing there, he seemed out of place with everything around him.

Si Ming scrutinized him—and a certain probing power manifested itself in his senses. The dark fighting spirit flowing beneath his skin silently circulated, forming a barrier. And the invisible gaze that attempted to pry into his secrets was successfully blocked.

"Huh?" The young man turned his head casually. "Looks like he's got some skills. Hmm, being able to take down those trash and hold out until I condescended to arrive, he's barely good enough to warrant my attention..."

His fingers twirled, the long black blade spun gracefully in a flourish. "How about this?" The young man, known as the King of the End Times, nodded solemnly. "You commit suicide now, and this matter will end here. I'll spare your soul, and you'll save me some trouble. How about that? This is unprecedented leniency."

Very confident.

But it was comparable in stature to the extraordinary people that Si Ming had met in the East China Sea team.

“I will…” Siming said slowly, “tear you apart as many times as possible.”

"...You truly have no idea what you've missed." The King of the End Times shook his head, letting out a sigh that seemed genuinely filled with regret and sorrow. "The last one who dared to refuse my kindness was a God-King—"

A shockwave suddenly exploded. A narrow blade of light stretched from where Si Ming had stood all the way to the ruins a hundred meters behind him—the destroyed building was shattered into pieces as it was slashed, and Si Ming's figure had successfully shifted, accompanied by a sharp flick of his Fire-Transmitting Greatsword.

Large swathes of flames surged up.

But the unhurried voice of the King of the End of Dharma rang out from behind Si Ming.

The black blade slashed out again, but it ultimately failed to overcome the immense power amplified by the torrent of darkness—it grazed past Si Ming's figure, and the source of the sound was tinged with surprise.

"—So I slaughtered all its subjects, all its people. I piled their heads into a tower. And it was nailed to the foundation of the tower, watching helplessly as I brought destruction upon that world."

'Clang—' The blades clashed.

The difference in strength wasn't significant, but Si Ming's brow twitched slightly. The faint traces of life and death energy remaining within his body suddenly transformed into an uncontrollable energy vortex the instant the swords clashed, tearing at his body from the inside out.

A massive burst of light erupted. This was not merely the effect of a clash of forces, but also the combined breath of the five Emperor Dragon Generals swimming nearby. The enormous torrent of energy directly incinerated the battlefield between the two, yet the voice of the King of the End of Dharma still calmly emanated from within the energy storm.

"Ah, you should have felt it. Once I strike you, regardless of whether you're injured or not, the energy within you will instantly disintegrate into wounds from the inside out. And any energy-driven attacks, spells, or curses you unleash—"

A dark glint of light flashed.

The chaotic breath of the Five Emperor Dragons split in two like gelatinous jelly. The extended blade of light directly slammed into the Five Emperor Dragons' body against the current, tearing a huge gash. The King of the End of Dharma, who hadn't taken any defensive measures in the torrent, remained completely unharmed!
"--None of them work on me."

Si Ming raised an eyebrow.

The Five Emperors Dragon returned to the summoning space, and his sword clashed once more with the blade of the King of the End of Dharma. He had deliberately left a trace of life-and-death energy within his body in an insignificant location. In this collision, one-tenth of that remaining life-and-death energy manifested as injuries.

There was only the aura of life and death, nothing else. And Si Ming would not reveal this information at this moment.

"Hmm? You still have magic power." The young man's tone was slightly surprised, but he still didn't seem nervous at all—Si Ming retreated rapidly while he calmly followed. As they passed through a building, Si Ming's slash caused the building and the young man inside to collapse together.

Escaping the collapse wouldn't have taken long, but the King of the End Times neither avoided nor yielded. He simply allowed the collapsing building to engulf him, and after that, another massive blade of light tore through the ruins.

“Under normal circumstances, if you exchange a single blow with me, you will burn fifty percent of your maximum magic power. But if you possess divine qualities, you might be able to withstand a few more blows… Ah, that makes sense. To be able to withstand me for so long, you must be a god or king somewhere.”

He emerged from the shattered ruins, and a section of stone from a building, measuring over a thousand cubic meters, was torn off and smashed down on him—a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes, but the next moment, the blade still severed the massive building debris.

"Well done, I'm almost tempted to reward you. Pure physical attacks are indeed the only way to hurt me..."

He leaped up suddenly, crashing through the broken section of the building from below and appearing where Si Ming was. And so, another clash of weapons ensued.

"Then I will bestow this reward upon you."

The force on the blade suddenly vanished. He simply allowed Si Ming to slash at him! Yet this sword, powerful enough to cleave a small mountain, was completely unable to penetrate the body of this King of the End of Dharma!

A ferocious smile spread across the king's lips.

"Nightmare at my beck and call; the damage I take in a single attack will not exceed 10 points. Yet my total health is 10,000 points, and I can regenerate one percent of my maximum health every second!"

The black blade rose again. He was prepared to savor the despair of the man before him. But what awaited him was the thunderous collapse of the building beneath his feet!

With a sudden burst of twilight-colored battle aura wings, Si Ming unleashed a powerful palm strike forward. It was a blast of pure brute force, generating wind pressure that sent the arrogant king plummeting straight to the bottom of the ruins.

"you--"

That arrogant voice was drowned out by Si Ming's flapping wings. And Si Ming's declaration echoed clearly in the atmosphere.

“I think I understand your strategy now—you use data-driven characteristics to create a multi-dimensional shield for defense, and at the cost of being insulated from energy, you gain the ability to destroy all energy systems.”

Upward, upward, soaring higher and higher.

Until the arc of the earth comes into view.

And then the meteor fell!
"So, you can't fly, is that right?"

(End of this chapter)