Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 72: The Real Horror Story

A fake horror story: someone is trying to launch a nuclear bomb.

The real horror story is that the country that attempted to launch a nuclear missile is India.

When streaks of fire erupted from launch sites across India, traversing vast distances to bombard Mumbai, but the detonations were unevenly distributed across a massive sphere with a radius of 600 kilometers centered on Mumbai, the entire world was enraged by this inexplicable and erratic maneuver.

International lines in New Delhi are overwhelmed with calls.

Stern condemnations from around the world, along with a rapidly deployed humanitarian aid force, have poured onto India like a torrential downpour—and this is all predicated on the fact that the world's nations, especially the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, are unaware of the crucial intelligence that Lakshmi is the Great Black Mother and that the released Hastur is the son of Lakshmi. In the short time to come, these Indians will likely have to offer many a sincere and compelling explanation. And the entire Indian subcontinent will likely welcome countless visitors.

and--

"...They'll find out soon enough."

Si Ming gently gripped the spiral staff. In the past ten minutes, the Millennium Falcon sped towards the central Indian Ocean at a high speed of seven hundred kilometers per hour. Even though the Celestial Team's reincarnators were all tough and resilient, Jacob, whose physique was slightly weaker, and Valentina, who was piloting the ship at full speed, couldn't quite keep their expressions up.

A force of 200g of inertia is still a bit too heavy for humans on Earth. Even with its sophisticated load-bearing mechanisms, the aftershocks from the Millennium Falcon's failure to settle properly are still a burden that most people would find difficult to bear.

But the reincarnators have no choice but to do so.

after all--

One hundred kilometers away, three slightly dispersed mushroom clouds were slowly rising above the boiling ocean—dispersed nuclear warheads, triple-launched ballistic missiles, each with a yield of nearly 300,000 tons of high explosives. If anyone were to be hit head-on by a single one, even with the protective force field of the Millennium Falcon, the reincarnators would likely suffer a considerable loss.

“The data is ready.” Valentina breathed a sigh of relief and casually took out a compound enhancement potion from her storage item, injecting it into her upper arm muscle. Her slightly pale face gradually turned red, and her usually kind emerald eyes were now tinged with a layer of intense anger.

I almost got blown up!

Those Indian missiles not only had flawed control systems, but their internal structures were also riddled with all sorts of strange errors. Even Valentina's Millennium Falcon's futuristic observation system couldn't accurately calculate the precise trajectories of these Brownian motion missiles. Because even the most advanced computer couldn't predict that a capacitor in that completely sealed control panel would short-circuit after two seconds!
It's even more unpredictable that the other capacitor, which short-circuited five seconds later, would somehow reconnect the control circuit, which had already burned out a small section of it, in a strange way!
It's too random.

It's even more outrageous than gacha games in mobile games.

No wonder Valentina was so angry.

"Send it to the whole world now?" she asked, her finger already on the send button.

“No, it’s too early.” Siming pondered for half a second, then waved his hand. “We’re not here to cause trouble for the world. We’re here to solve problems—sending it over now will only make things worse, because the situation in India isn’t over yet.”

"Shall we continue our commission?" Jacob also drank a bottle of holy water, and his complexion improved considerably.

“Continue, but there’s no rush—we’re going to New Delhi, and there we’ll figure out the secret of Tabad, the place where the goddess of prosperity and Hastur are sealed. There may also be a lot of paper documents waiting for us to use.”

“A sound strategy.” Yu Zhiwei nodded. Then she tilted her head, showing her doubt.

"Is it possible that this was actually the right path we should have taken from the beginning? Gather intelligence, acquire data, understand the target's background and weaknesses. Maybe even find some allies?"

“I don’t deny it.” Si Ming nodded. “I’m just showing everyone the consequences of our direct assault on the Chen family’s ancestral home instead of seeking help from Guanyin Bodhisattva and local forces when dealing with the Great Black Buddha Mother. And now it seems that the intensity of the mission and the ratio of our final gains haven’t changed much.”

“This is intelligence that needs to be gathered. And…”

The Millennium Falcon did not enter stealth mode; it simply activated its force field shield and sped off toward the location of the Indian capital.

The distant coastline soon came into view of the reincarnators. This time, the Millennium Falcon did not need to maneuver at high speed over a wide area. The Mumbai ruins, the source of the disaster, had indeed been hit head-on by several nuclear bombs, and now only broken debris and molten scorched earth remained in the ruins, which would soon be baptized by a torrential rain of radiation.

"...At least we stopped the disaster from spreading in the first place. We brought the death toll to a halt. We have done enough to save lives. But after that, someone still needs to take responsibility for the consequences of this disaster."

He was unaware that the mastermind behind it all had been casually crushed by him as a speed bump when he defeated the evil Hastur.

But this doesn't affect anything, because the reincarnators will eventually have to visit the Indian capital. "Understood," the companions agreed.

So……

Song Tian, ​​who had been idle all day, walked over, pushing a well-stocked food cart.

"Gentlemen, I've prepared some food, which will serve as a morning tea before we reach our destination." He paused, then added, "Local specialties."

Yu Zhiwei suddenly jumped up, disregarding that they were still 10,000 meters in the air, and tried to rush out of the door of the Millennium Falcon.

However, Si Ming unfortunately blocked her way.

The lid was opened, releasing a rich aroma. Yu Zhiwei's face turned deathly pale.

"Try the curry here, I guarantee you'll love it. Traveler."

........................

As it turns out, curry is an effective counter to Yu Zhiwei, especially when she is in a flying vehicle. The counter effect of this item becomes even more significant.

"You bunch of bastards, you scoundrels, you're so wicked!"

"Do you know how I got in here? I almost died of diarrhea in an Indian toilet because I ate a bite of the special curry at the airport while I was transiting through India! Can you imagine what it felt like to be completely exhausted and unable to think straight, with a bunch of malicious Indians walking around outside the toilet door, pushing and banging on it? And the embassy's phone was busy at that time!"

"No! You can't imagine it, you can only think of yourselves! You only know how to make people who feel physically nauseous at the sight of curry eat curry!"

When the Millennium Falcon finally landed, the entire Celestial Team was clutching their stomachs, and Yu Zhiwei, pale-faced, was pointing her finger and cursing for five minutes straight. Everyone could see that three-tenths of it was an excuse, six-tenths was pretentious, and only one-tenth was barely genuine anger in her eyes. But considering that Yu Zhiwei's cursing was so elegant, almost like she was being coquettish, it wasn't so bad as accompaniment to a morning tea.

Song Tian's curry was actually quite delicious, as were his samosa bread and butter chicken with sauce. The flavors were multi-layered, savory, and refreshing. Strictly speaking, compared to the premium ready-made meals from the "God" brand, the taste was even slightly superior.

Si Ming poured a glass of water and placed it in the hands of the furious Yu Zhiwei.

"Come on, have you finished cursing? Have some water, and we can continue later?"

“This little bread is also very good. It has peas and meat filling inside, and it’s fried until it’s fragrant and crispy. It’s quite appetizing.” Valentina also presented a little bread, stuffing her mouth with it from another angle.

The effect is not bad.

Having drunk water and eaten bread, Yu Zhiwei immediately puffed out her cheeks like a little squirrel. She hummed and hawed a couple of times, finally managing not to delve deeper into the previous topic. Si Ming glanced at Luo Yinglong and Almalia, who were hiding in the corner, ears perked up, pretending they didn't exist, before his gaze swept over the other members.

Jacob was putting on a tight face, which was quite a struggle, while Song Tian nodded slightly to him. The team activities had been quite productive, so there were still some more important matters to attend to.

The Millennium Falcon landed in the central square of India's capital.

A considerable number of Indian military and government personnel had gathered outside to greet them.

They already knew the identities of the reincarnators, and even if they didn't know much, they could at least understand the power the reincarnators possessed.

It's time to do something boring but necessary.

as well as……

Hopefully, at any future banquets, these Indians won't serve too much curry.

(End of this chapter)