Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 76 - Straight to the Heart of the Enemy
She brought good news to the reincarnators.

And it brought the darkest fate to the enemies of the Reincarnators.

Everyone on the New Delhi trip, except for Luo Yinglong who spent hours poring over books without finding anything of value, gained something. Therefore, when the God Team left New Delhi for the secret military base sealing Tabad, he, enraged, was the first to make a move.

The first person to be forced to retaliate.

When the Millennium Falcon, with its classic grey and white paint scheme, appeared over the secret base, this massive defensive position, perhaps representing the pinnacle of the Indian army's current organization, launched an attack immediately—without warning, without negotiation, as if they had understood the Reincarnators' murderous intent from the very beginning. Or perhaps, they had finally figured out their own position and the Reincarnators' mission.

The Celestials are here to solve problems.

And they are the problem.

Dense anti-aircraft artillery barrage created insignificant ripples on the Millennium Falcon's defensive field. The Zhanlu Sword shot through the air, rapidly flying while enveloped in eight-colored energy. Although less than a day had passed, it was enough for Luo Yinglong to gain significant progress by studying the *Dao Jing*, which originated from the *Yang Shen* worldview. Moreover, unlike the original version, the *Dao Jing* on the main god's tablet did not contain any strange cultivation traps.

He possesses abundant comprehension and is courageous and diligent in his progress.

After less than a day of cultivation, Luo Yinglong's current realm is—

"Revealed!"

His physical body remained within the Thousand-Year Falcon, but his spirit, enveloped in eight-colored energy, propelled the incomparably sharp sword at breakneck speed through the atmosphere—surpassing realms of concentration, astral projection, night travel, day travel, and object manipulation. Even before beginning his cultivation, his dream of flying swords had already taken shape. The driven Zhanlu sword easily broke through the speed of sound, directly confronting the anti-aircraft fire that might affect the Thousand-Year Falcon!
‘Boom——’

The most vulnerable moment for anti-aircraft missiles is before and just before launch. At this moment, their speed is at the lowest point of the entire launch process, making them unable to escape the shadow of the Zhanlu sword.

A massive explosion ensued, forming a somewhat irregular but magnificent, expansive ring around the Millennium Falcon—all the high-tech equipment had been hacked and locked down by Valentina. The next moment, the anti-aircraft array, which could only operate offline, also suffered a devastating and swift attack.

Zhanlu's sharpness was finally revealed at this moment, accompanied by Luo Yinglong's triumphant voice. Steel or cement, their cutting was instantaneous; expensive air defense systems turned to dust without achieving any results, while the ground troops' counterattack was weak and ineffective.

"Damn it! I knew the Zhanlu Sword wasn't that dull... It could block something with bare hands, so it really wasn't my fault!"

He still remembered the scene when Zhanlu and Xueyin were parried by Siming with their bare hands, and he was certain that at that moment he had almost given his all in the sparring match—Zhanlu fell, and the eight-colored energy surrounding the sword transformed and formed his form. It wasn't very solid, but it was enough for his outstretched hand to grasp the hilt of Zhanlu.

The base's garrison is located here.

Hidden behind their bunkers, they spoke with courage—unlike the usual Indians, those remaining were Sikh warriors with long beards and turbans. In fact, they were the true 'Indians,' possessing courage and fighting power unmatched by the regular Indian army in this caste-based country, with their own traditions.

"Fire! Fire!"

The Sikh war cries were automatically translated by the main god into a language the reincarnated could understand. However, the dense hail of bullets futilely pierced through Luo Yinglong's soul body—all the heavy firepower that might affect him was reduced to charred remains by the Millennium Falcon laser cannon's pinpoint fire. As for the enchanted ammunition mixed in with the conventional firepower—

The Zhanlu sword swept across.

A clanging and clattering sound filled the air.

Eight colors of energy gathered on the sword blade, and the next strike could easily destroy the section of the position in front of it.

"Why bother? Why suffer like this?" Luo Yinglong's voice was light and compassionate. "This is not a battlefield for you. You can lay down your weapons and run away, that's fine. I don't want to kill ordinary people who can't fight back, but why do you insist on blindly heading towards hell?"

The sword was about to be swung.

The sword paused for a moment before it was swung.

A powerful guitar melody rang out, crashing across the base like an invisible tsunami. The next moment, the loyal soldiers who had stubbornly resisted rose convulsively from behind their bunkers, their faces twitching and their limbs moving unnaturally, striking out strange rhythms in sync with the guitar beat.

The gunfire stopped.

The frantic commands coming from the loudspeaker and walkie-talkie abruptly stopped after the first one or two syllables.

The channel was then hijacked, and communications were disrupted. Almaria's guitar music thus became ubiquitous and had a powerful effect on ordinary people who were not corrupted by evil.

The third string, the Yellow Dance.

"Dance, for your good fortune, and for your lives."

The soldiers ceased fighting, their weapons discarded, and they began to dance a bizarre, incomprehensible dance. Luo Yinglong's ghostly figure also revealed a faint smile and strode deeper into the base.

He brushed past two soldiers who looked quite ordinary.

The two soldiers who had been dancing haphazardly just a moment ago suddenly turned fierce and sprang up.

"For India—"

They were granted the right to shout their slogans, but their heads and the hands holding the cursed golden nails were severed simultaneously. Large splatters of crimson blood gushed out, only to be swept away by the intense energy before touching Luo Yinglong.

The light of the knife flashed.

Dozens of meters away, beyond Luo Yinglong's reach, the sniper, who had taken the secret medicine and was hiding behind cover, was sliced ​​into pieces along with his cursed bullet—a scorching aura immediately spread out; it was the blood energy of 'Yang,' not simply the temperature of the battlefield. Song Tian then appeared beside Luo Yinglong's soul shadow, raised his hand, and another cursed bullet that had been fired from hundreds of meters away was enveloped and bound by the Five Elements Qi, then flung back to its origin.

It arrived at several times the speed of sound, and it left at several times the speed of sound as well. At the locked point, a burst of intense fire erupted.

Luo Yinglong tilted his head slightly, sensing the faint stinging pain in his soul shadow. Song Tian's blood energy had already subsided, but in Luo Yinglong's current soul vision, it was still a blazing and enormous fire. "A Primordial Martial Master?" he asked.

“A master of innate martial arts,” Song Tian replied.

His flesh, tendons, membranes, and bones had all been penetrated by his vital energy. His boiling blood and qi had penetrated deep into his lungs and internal organs. He exuded intense masculinity in every movement, whether walking, sitting, or lying down. In the 'Yang Shen' system, this state is exactly equivalent to Luo Yinglong's 'manifestation'.

One practiced martial arts, the other cultivated Taoism. Both started from scratch in less than a day. And Song Tian's mastery in this field seemed to slightly surpass Luo Yinglong's.

well.

A bright smile appeared on Luo Yinglong's lips. If his slight disadvantage against Song Tian in the previous contest at the Main God Square could be explained by Song Tian's time advantage, then this slight defeat was completely unexplainable. This also meant that he, who had always considered himself a peerless genius, had finally found the most suitable opponent in the field he cared about most.

He exhaled a long, silent breath.

"I'm so lucky to have met the professor." Luo Yinglong's soul image suddenly solidified a bit more, taking a silent step towards the next level of 'possession'. He stepped forward, only to be blocked by layers of thick steel gates.

“He completely ruined my initial plan to ‘hide my talents.’ Otherwise, I don’t know when I would have realized that I should have gone all out.”

Eight-colored energy surged, and a barely perceptible, pixel-perfect smile appeared on Song Tian's lips. And the next moment—

'Peng——'

Steel turned into powder.

Steel after steel turns into powder.

It was neither a sword nor a knife. It was an invisible tentacle.

A woman's boots touched the ground, while her scepter swung forward.

"Why are you dawdling like that? Haven't you eaten enough?"

Yu Zhiwei's voice rang out, and the men's gazes met with slight regret. Neither Song Tian nor Luo Yinglong wanted to provoke this guy outside of their 'leisure time'. And a smooth and concise route leading directly to the core area of ​​the base was thus opened up under Yu Zhiwei's watchful gaze.

Steel shattered, walls collapsed, and the lucky ones controlled by 'Yellow Dance' were roughly thrown aside. Soldiers who dared to show the slightest hostility or make any hostile moves would have their eyes bulge before they could even act, and would fall to the ground silently, their dead blood flowing from their seven orifices.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest.

Nothing could stop her, nothing could delay her. Until an exceptionally strong golden light barrier blocked Yu Zhiwei's view.

"A barrier." A mocking smile played on her lips as she slightly raised her scepter, and something invisible and immense surged around her. But before she could act—

"Leave me some soup, please."

Jacob's voice came from behind her, and the tablet of discipline in his hand was now shimmering with light. The light changed timbre as it shimmered, and soon, the changing radiance became identical in color to the golden barrier.

The Discipline Stone Tablet, the Blasphemy Stone Tablet.

This wondrous object finally served a purpose beyond amplifying the divine magic.

Yu Zhiwei then gave a soft hum, and Jacob immediately took a step forward. The next moment, the seemingly indestructible, and indeed indestructible, golden light barrier surged into the stone slab in Jacob's hand like a whale sucking in water. In just a few seconds, this last defense vanished completely.

The final obstacles, or rather, the ultimate goals, finally appeared before the reincarnators.

It was a large group of well-dressed, noble Indian dignitaries. But now, they were all pale and trembling. Only a few monks, their bodies shrouded in golden light, had the courage to step forward and face the footsteps of the reincarnators.

"What do we need to do for you venerable ones to let us go?" The leading monk clasped his hands together, the golden aura flowing from his body immense enough to be called a miracle. In terms of sheer quantity, it might even surpass that of half of the reincarnators present.

“Wealth, power, land, honor… whatever you want, we can give you. Do you want Hastur’s power? We can give it to you. Do you want the secret of the Goddess of Prosperity? We can offer that too. Or perhaps…” He suddenly glared, his whiskers and mane billowing like a lion’s.

"Are you really going to force us to fight to the death?!"

He was aggressive and clearly had something to rely on, and he was indeed determined to die.

However... there was no reply.

The Reincarnators didn't even glance at him; their gazes were fixed on the true Tabad ruins, hidden behind him, the place where the lost god Hastur was sealed. He... was no longer worthy of any attention.

The anger of being looked down upon suddenly surged forth.

"you--"

The next moment. An invisible wind flowed.

He and his companions all looked behind the reincarnators, their faces filled with terror.

(End of this chapter)