Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 88 - The Arrival (Part Two)

Julian rubbed his temples hard—his previous clash with the Arctic team's psychic had seemed easy, but it had almost cost him his life. Especially that last attack from the substitute within the psychic realm; if it weren't for his solid foundation, abundant reserves, and ample equipment, he might have had his psychic body shattered by the guy's death throes. Even now, despite his victory, some of the opponent's power still lingered within his psychic realm.

"They shouldn't be underestimated."

He suspected that the other person's mental abilities were already close to the second stage of the genetic lock, and that it might have been a mistake not to use all his trump cards to capture her. However, this thought was fleeting and was quickly dismissed.

because……

The battle is over.

"Ah—!!!!" A roar of despair echoed from afar, the final struggle of a powerful life, a dying roar. Yet in the end, it was nothing more than a useless speck of dust.

The roaring sound abruptly stopped.

High in the sky, the Serpent of Supreme Good, desperately covering the retreat of the enemy Reincarnators, was being toyed with and torn apart by the black demonic dragon Bragi, who had successfully transformed into a dragon. Accompanied by bursts of thunder, crimson rain, along with scattered pieces of flesh, fell from the sky in large swaths.

The blood was bright red and sweet.

It contained abundant spirituality, which surged forth along with the final resentment of the benevolent serpent.

Even Julian, whose enhancements don't lean towards the inhuman, couldn't help but feel a surge of energy upon smelling this scent. And naturally, anything resembling a human would be even more exhilarating.

“Ss... Ha~” Julian turned his head away.

A handsome blond youth dressed in a gorgeous suit was gazing at the sky with a look of rapture. The blood foam falling around him seemed to come alive as it approached within a dozen meters of him, converging into a ball above his head.

"How sweet, how fragrant... It's a pity that our King Bragi doesn't need us to participate in this fateful battle... What a shame, if only we could tear open its heart with our own hands, what a delicious lump of flesh it would be."

“Reinhardt.” Julian looked at the show-off and frowned slightly. “Why aren’t you on the front lines helping the captain harvest the North Pole Team’s Reincarnators? What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you, my dear Julian.” He saw Julian’s lips twitch and then waved his hand. “Ha, what a joker. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in men… nor am I interested in participating in a werewolf lord’s thrilling hunt. After all, I’m a high-ranking vampire. If the captain tears me apart, I’ll have nowhere to cry.”

Julian knew him well; he was the second-in-command of the West Sea Team. Besides Captain Vincenzo, he was another second-tier gene lock unlocker. Furthermore, his vampire bloodline had been enhanced to the level of an A-rank marquis.

Werewolves, vampires, and him, the unlocked psychic who enhanced the Lyra Silver Saint, are now the three giants of the West Blue Team, a place where the strong prey on the weak. Unfortunately, Captain Vincenzo, who received the Guide's enhancement, is already quite close to the third tier. Otherwise, there might be some open and covert struggles brewing in the shadows.

what a pity.

Julian's gaze dimmed slightly, but quickly returned to normal. He tried to organize his thoughts, wanting to say something more, but Reinhardt, who had just swallowed the benevolent serpent blood orb, spoke first.

"The captain isn't in a good mood." His flamboyant face suddenly turned serious. "You failed to eliminate the enemy's psychic, and now she has successfully escaped with the remnants of the Arctic team. We've lost our chance to finish the job in one fell swoop, and soon, the Celestial Team will be here."

"...This is not my fault."

Julian lowered his eyes slightly, the experiences of the past few days flashing through his mind—the location where the West Sea team had landed was the slumbering ruins of the Bragi Dark Legion. And their identity was that of a powerful mercenary group that had signed an alliance with Bragi in ancient times—a position that was actually flexible, but the missile bombing and bomber raids led by the Arctic team came far too early and too accurately.

The West Sea team suffered some losses as a result. Most importantly, a newcomer with considerable talent, capable of breaking free from the deep werewolf curse imposed on him by Captain Vincenzo, actually managed to escape and died in the artillery fire—a potential talent whose abilities were comparable to Reinhardt's, yet he died so wasted.

A fierce, all-out battle ensued—but the captain of the West Sea team was a cunning and patient man, like a wolf. He led the West Sea team to retreat while gathering Bragi's Dark Legion. After that, the West Sea team repeatedly evaded the pursuit of the Arctic team, who were aided by the local forces, until the remnants of the Dark Legion joined forces with the serpent Bragi and re-established their lair. Only then did the Reincarnation Squad begin their counterattack.

Julian did a lot during this process—he feigned weakness to conceal his mental fluctuations and ensured the movements of the West Sea Team's reincarnators remained hidden. At the same time, he carefully controlled important natives who had not been tagged by the enemy's mental users, thereby obtaining information about the enemy and understanding their plans.

When everything was ready, he seized the opportunity, allowing the elite members of the West Sea team to successfully capture the heroine who was carrying the Dragon Balls with almost no intelligence leaks. And when the Arctic team launched their final desperate attack in cooperation with the indigenous forces, he simultaneously unleashed his full power to suppress the enemy's psychic users while triggering numerous hidden agents he had laid over several days, plunging the US military into internal strife and even causing them to turn against the Arctic team, thus ensuring a smooth victory.

"Damn it, if it weren't for me, a ballistic missile might have already hit us! You, Vincenzo, are so capable, why don't you try carrying a nuclear bomb yourself!"
He was furious.

But this does not change the current reality.

“You can say that to the captain later too,” Reinhardt chuckled and waved his hand. “Go ahead, the captain is waiting for you. He’s not always… patient.”

His tone and choice of words were slightly odd. Julian silently raised his eyes, his gaze meeting Reinhardt's for a fleeting moment. Then, they both looked away—the psychic rose, and the vampire marquis headed to another area.

The situation is changing.

The direction in which things are changing is not so bad.

Leaving from the safe rear, Julian traversed the ruins shattered by the previous battle. A knight riding a giant stag and a siren wielding a staff bowed slightly to him—both were examinees who had unlocked their genetic locks through their own efforts, thus being granted the freedom from the werewolf curse and transforming from farmed livestock into official members of the West Sea Team. In terms of their status within the team, they were second only to Julian.

He ignored them, for the captain of the Western Sea Team preferred strict order. And soon, in the center of a wasteland that looked as if it had been bombarded by heavy artillery, he saw the enormous figure. Ferocious, menacing, and radiating demonic energy.

The werewolf-like mane was gradually fading from his arms, and the grayish-blue flames were boiling and surging. He was playing with and fiddling with a resolute blond head whose eyes were still overflowing with holy light.

Vincenzo Creon – West Sea Team. A true powerhouse whose second-tier genetic lock has been unlocked to its limit by the dual A-level enhancements of the Azure Sky Battle Aura and the Werewolf Lord, and who could potentially advance even further at any moment. He simply sat quietly on a boulder, his presence as imposing and colossal as a dark, towering rocky hill.

A headless, burly corpse lay on the ground, fragments of torn futuristic powered armor barely covering the shattered remains of this powerful figure. The one killed here was undoubtedly another unlocker of the second-tier gene lock, and that was none other than the captain of the Arctic team—the only opposing force capable of rivaling the Western Sea team in terms of strength.

He died here, and with his death and that of the Serpent of Perfection, he brought a brief glimmer of hope for survival to the remaining members of the Arctic team and the movie's protagonist.

Julian swallowed hard. He stopped a dozen meters away and bowed to his captain, almost kneeling on one knee.

"I'm very sorry, Captain, I failed to kill the psychic from the Arctic team—"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Vincenzo's face was sharply defined, with a pair of dark eyes that burned with an emerald green light.

“It seems Reinhardt has done something unnecessary again.” His voice had a strange magnetism, as if it were echoing in the same spot, yet it seemed to linger in Julian’s ear. “But in fact, you have done very well.”

His tone was calm, even somewhat friendly. However, Julian responded by lowering his head even further in an even more humble manner.

"I will try my best to do better."

no answer.

But Julian could feel Vincenzo's gaze pressing lightly against his neck like a long sword. Every muscle and cell in his body trembled instinctively, and even the second-tier gene lock that Julian had tried so hard to hide showed slight signs of opening at this moment.

My hands and feet were soaked with sweat.

And the next moment——

All the oppressive force dissipated, like a tidal wave crashing down.

"I'm about to unlock the third stage of the gene lock," the captain of the West Sea team suddenly said.

Julian's pupils suddenly contracted. When he looked up again, his expression was one of mixed surprise and delight.

"Are you about to break through?"

"Ninety percent probability."

The next moment, Vincenzo's upper body suddenly transformed into a wolf, and his gaping maw opened wide, swallowing the head of what was perhaps an enhanced Silver Hand paladin!

“I need to hold a grand feast ceremony… Go, buy me time. The arrival of the Celestials is imminent. And we don’t need to fight this theoretically strongest special team to the death. Unless…”

The wolf-like throat twitched.

"...They have some fatal flaw, so they are not as strong as the Supreme God has determined."

"Kala——"

Thunder roared.

At a certain point in time, it was broken.

A full day has passed since the appearance of the Serpent of Supreme Goodness. The conditions for the arrival of the Celestial Team have thus been met.

And the next moment——

"What--!?"

Werewolves, vampires, and psychics all turned around, staring in shock at the horizon!

(End of this chapter)