Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 99 - Thanks to Julian for sponsoring the derelict ship tickets
Intense fire erupted, spreading rapidly in all directions. From the ground to the sky, the boiling black and white flames melted away all matter. Within the sacred abode, in the dragon's lair, everything met its demise at that moment.

Everything collapsed as a result.

Everything is then recreated.

The raging flames then rapidly extended into the deeper darkness, transcending the dimensions of matter, until they reached the profound and dark ocean of the mind.

Just like the last world.

Just like when Li Ruonan was killed.

The boiling black and white flames dissipated before Si Ming's eyes, and the next moment, Si Ming finally arrived at the place he had been hoping for.

'Boom—'

Toes touching the ground.

It was an unknown steel covered in viscous blood, with a sophisticated structure and interconnected pipes and panels exuding a technological feel. At first glance, it bore a resemblance to the interior of the Millennium Falcon, but it was far more rugged than the spaceships of the Star Wars world.

Tear Horizon, the dark protagonist of the 'Surface of the Black Hole' universe.

Si Ming had seen its outline from the outside world, but now he observed its true form from the inside—outside the dark porthole, an indistinct behemoth slowly crawled, emitting a slick sound like viscous flesh rubbing against flesh. And before him, at his feet, the flowing black and red blood plasma seemed to be alive, emitting strange screams.

Human faces sprouted from the blood plasma, emitting either ecstatic cheers or piercing screams. A heavy, oppressive atmosphere filled the air, like hundreds or thousands of invisible arms tearing and biting.

Hahahaha—gaggaggag—So comfortable! So happy! Let's play together! Come join us!

The sound should be broken and chaotic, causing dizziness and madness.

"Aaaaaah—ouch! It hurts so much! It's unbearable! Kill me! Kill us all!"

But it combined to form a precise sound in Siming's ear.

From the viscous blood, humanoid creatures with distorted, grotesque faces and bodies seemingly pieced together from multiple living beings staggered to their feet. Their movements were initially slow and sluggish, accompanied by the violent popping sounds of their bones rubbing and colliding. However, these alien guardians quickly became agile and swift. On their torn faces, one side seemed to be wailing while the other was laughing maniacally.

'Stay here—run away!'

They pounced forward with a sudden burst of force, creating an air barrier behind them as they were propelled forward. The fastest mutated individual's arms rapidly expanded and mutated, transforming in the blink of an eye into a pair of sharp, massive claws half the height of a human!
Its strength and speed are roughly equivalent to those of a typical second-tier creature. In terms of burst damage alone, it even surpasses elite individuals who have just unlocked their second-tier genetic lock.

'嚓——'

The sword swept across.

Si Ming crossed it.

The Firelink Greatsword was swiftly swung in its two-handed sword form, perfectly suited for unleashing power. With a mere flick forward, a blazing wall of fire filled the ship's corridors.

Hundreds or even thousands of mutated species fell within the wall of fire.

Hundreds or even thousands of alien corpses burned in the scorching flames.

The next moment, they swayed and rose again under the corrosive influence of the calamity fire. Their flesh peeled away, revealing pale, twisted skeletons. Even without the infusion of refined necromantic energy, soul fire ignited from their skulls, transforming them into the lowest-ranking untamed spirits that lunged at the nearest fleshy structures.

They are numerous.

They relentlessly tore at the sticky flesh covering the inside of the ship's hull.

Thick acid oozed from the flesh, crawling flesh corroding the skeleton's structure. The death originating from Siming clashed with the 'life' within this polluted spiritual realm. And just as these two incompatible forces intertwined and tore at each other, Siming, sword in hand, took a step deeper into the realm.

One step, two steps.

The porthole beside him shattered suddenly, and a huge, pale hand pressed down like a city gate.

One hundred steps, two hundred steps.

Suddenly, countless sharp teeth sprouted from the ground and ceiling. They were made of steel or flesh, their gaps filled with potent acid and molten lava. Like living creatures, large sections of the cabin contracted and collided violently, tearing at anything that moved within them, like the gaping maw of a sandworm.

One thousand steps, two thousand steps.

Countless eyeballs sprang from the darkness, unleashing bio-lasers highly focused by telekinesis. Multi-legged, swift, and ferocious beasts emerged from the shadows, capable of tearing through metal structures as easily as ripping paper. And even if all of this was resisted and defeated, what awaited at the very end was a colossal wave of blood, a full kilometer high, crashing down upon them.

How many terrifying monsters are hiding there?
How many vicious traps, sinister curses, and the immensely powerful behemoths that shield them are poised to strike?
I don't know, and it doesn't matter.

The Night Demon Armor was more active than ever before, and boiling nighttime battle aura transformed into blazing waves of fire several meters high on Siming's body. Small fry couldn't even get close before being burned and dissolved by the flames. The stronger monsters, however, all succumbed to the combat power he wielded.

The tower-like arm was sliced ​​apart along with the porthole, and the viscous darkness that rushed in from outside evaporated in the flames of the calamity.

The sharp teeth and fangs were completely shaved off. Even if the entire room were transformed into a living, contracting, chewing cavity, the mere steel and calcium enamel could not withstand the armor and the well-trained body. With a single stomp, the ground and the steel beneath it were both pierced and shattered, and the activated steel naturally emitted a wail as if it were a living creature.

Forward, ever forward. A thousand eyes could not withstand the sweeping attack of the Blazing Fire Sword.

The cunning shadow behemoth lunged out of the darkness, only to have its head pinned down. A malevolent explosion then erupted within its body—a dense mass of twisted monsters surged forward like a collapsing mountain. But what awaited them was a merciless and unyielding, precise slash.

Si Ming simply brandished his sword.

Si Ming focused solely on wielding his sword.

Quantity is meaningless, as are the spoils. There was no slackening, no fatigue. For from the very beginning, he knew that the true key to victory lay in the unwavering resolve of his own heart. Only when the shattered corpses beneath his feet piled up into a towering mountain did the final crimson tsunami crash down upon him.

then--

The greatsword was raised high, and the heart remained as still as a calm lake.

Power converges along with will.

Even a tsunami should be killed.

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

Everything has changed its appearance.

At the moment he slayed the tsunami, the perspective of the other also entered Si Ming's mind.

He saw Yu Zhiwei, far more youthful, cheerful, and vibrant than she was now, standing in the same spot where he had first appeared. He saw the dozen or so blurry faces that had appeared beside her then. He saw her racking her brains and exhausting herself to save the Indian newcomers and story characters who were running around aimlessly. He saw her, despite her injuries and fatigue, stuff the last survivors back into the rescue ship, and then use herself as bait to sever the connection between the horizon and the story rescue ship.

Everything Si Ming had faced was exactly what she had encountered. Perhaps there were differences in quantity and intensity, but the nature of the pollution was exactly the same.

Si Ming did not sense the pollution; perhaps he had already adapted to this level of distorting power.

However, the Yu Zhiwei of the past now had bloodshot eyes, a distorted face, and her body and brain seemed about to explode at any moment.

She could hear whispers coming from the depths of the Tear of the Horizon.

She could feel the greedy, hungry gazes that kept sweeping over her.

In the ship's eyes, she was a far more palatable meal than the entire rescue team combined. Therefore, as long as she was willing to stay, the ship could allow the rescuers to temporarily escape.

Now, she leaned against the closed door and sat down on the ground.

“Okay,” she said. “Now, it’s just you and me.”

The Tear of the Horizon responded to her, the scorching wind flowing like heavy breathing through the pipes and corridors. The drawer in front of her opened and closed repeatedly, the monitor flashing. Cutlery was ready, and diners' mouths were already watering.

“But…” Yu Zhiwei tilted her head and smiled playfully. “I think my appetite is actually quite good.”

She no longer suppressed her body. The amorphous bloodline originating from the monstrous bloodline was then released. Her slender shell transformed into countless outward-reaching tentacles, devouring any organic matter and transforming it into her own physical structure.

Blood devours blood, flesh devours flesh.

However, the ship itself merely let out a mocking chuckle—not only did it not stop them, but it also drew more flesh and blood from the void and stuffed it into Yu Zhiwei's ever-expanding and out-of-control deformed body. For wasn't this another interesting way of feeding? And at the very end of Yu Zhiwei's swallowing, it would reveal to her what despair truly meant.

Blood covered the bridge as a result.

The minced meat covered the entire framework of this celestial behemoth.

The grotesque Yu Zhiwei swallowed the entire ship whole. And the next moment—

"I'll be going back in a second... Ha, I bet my self-awareness can hold out until the 'survival time' ends. And as it turns out, I am indeed stronger."

The old memories suddenly crumbled. Si Ming walked into the battlefield where Yu Zhiwei had once been. The inexplicable woman was leaning lazily against a closed door, just as she had always been. She raised her head, looked at Si Ming, and shook her head slightly.

"You actually peeked into a lady's memories, how awful, so awful." She looked at Si Ming with disdain, her tone almost like she was being coquettish, but her face showed a look of resistance. "Couldn't you just let me do it myself? It's like you think I can't handle it."

But Si Ming still reached out his hand to her.

"By the time you solve this, there might be no one left alive in the entire Western Hemisphere—we may not be here to save the world, but we certainly shouldn't be here to destroy it."

"Alright, alright, my dear professor, you're the kindest and most responsible person." Yu Zhiwei slowly raised her hand and placed her palm on Si Ming's palm. "Then why don't you try pulling me out of here now? Maybe something very interesting will happen afterward."

She didn't lie.

Si Ming exerted a little bit of his strength.

The next moment, the door behind her opened a crack as she slightly moved it aside. And from behind the door, countless horrifying and twisted creatures, beyond description even in the deepest depths of hell, emitted a hideous howl!
(End of this chapter)