Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 145 Balance is a Bad Civilization
sky.

Liesel blinked. Before her was a clear, pure sky—she was still safely aboard the unnamed Millennium Falcon with her new companions. And just moments before, she had won a battle in the realm of the mind.

No, to be precise, it wasn't a win, but rather that her opponent temporarily disconnected and left for some peculiar reason—she didn't gain anything beyond the word 'victory' in that exchange. However…

Winning is winning.

The world's gaze shifts within the spaceship's cabin.

The Millennium Falcon maintained its dominance over the ground, while Jacob continued his aerial exchange with the opposing spellcaster. The clear sky below was intermittently stained with raging flames and lightning. However, Valentina skillfully maneuvered the Millennium Falcon, seizing every opportune moment to unleash a barrage of fire upon the earth below.

The current battle situation seems pretty good?

Miss Almaria stood quietly in the cockpit, holding her jeweled guitar, appearing almost relaxed and composed. Liesel's mental energy then began to emanate, carefully but quickly scanning the changes across the entire battlefield.

Something's not right.

A familiar feeling welled up from the depths of my heart. It seemed that a similar situation had occurred before.

She closed her eyes, and her inner vision opened immediately. The battlefield on the ground was now laid bare before her, and she could clearly see her comrades below displaying their might on their respective battlefields, driving back the intruding foreign enemies. Perhaps in just a few more minutes, they would be able to wipe out all these troublesome opponents.

Perhaps a few minutes, perhaps longer. But as long as they and their companions aboard the Millennium Falcon launch their attack, the entire battle will be completely overturned in a very short time. After all, their comrades on the ship hold the key…

My thoughts got stuck for a moment.

She gently pressed her hand to her chest.

An impulse surged through her mind, eagerly pushing her thoughts to recall the various weapons on the Millennium Falcon and the combat capabilities of her companions. And... her own and her companions' real names.

silence.

A silent rage welled up from the deepest recesses of her heart, only to be forcefully suppressed within the depths of her mind—she had come to understand the situation, realizing she had once again found herself at a disadvantage in this battle of wits. Although she didn't know why her opponent, whose strength was seemingly comparable to hers, could suddenly employ such a tactic that nearly cost her her life, this didn't prevent her from taking immediate and appropriate action.

Time is tight.

The pre-planned schemes made in my spare time are unconsciously used as a result of my thinking.

Her mental connection silently anchored to Yu Zhiwei, who would never normally reply to her, and at this moment she clearly sensed that she had indeed 'connected' to something.

Liesel: [Miss Yu, do you need our help? You seem to be having some trouble...]

Among the Celestial Team, Yu Zhiwei is the one who needs the least help. Because those who know her abilities all know that her most suitable fighting style is one-on-one combat.

The more solitary the better, the more independent the better. If she could be thrown into a place where there's nothing around except enemies, she could really show off her skills.

however……

Yu Zhiwei: [You've been a huge help! Well—]

The intelligence has been confirmed.

The entity on the other end of the communication line is indeed a smart entity, not an artificial intelligence with a pre-set response mechanism.

So!

Before she could finish speaking, Liesel's clone materialized directly from her mental realm. A mental attack was applied, and then—

Punch.

The communication channel shattered with a deafening roar. Along with it, the illusion before her eyes crumbled. She was still inside the Millennium Falcon's hull, and time seemed to stand still at the moment her adversary had abruptly retreated. The next instant, however, she clearly sensed that she had indeed struck the link with the other side!

It hit.

But... why didn't it work?

In Yulisel's perception, the target who attempted to control her was no stronger than herself in terms of mental strength. However, her all-out attack, which even Julian would have had to temporarily avoid, had not caused any real damage to the opponent.

Was it neutralized by some special prop?

Or is it some unique form of protection, or perhaps a skill?
No, that's not important. What's important is that she has seen them, and they know that she is seeing them!

"Enemy attack! Four people!"

Telepathic communication was unsafe at this moment; one's own voice was the most appropriate. The moment Liesel uttered her first word, the remaining three aboard the Millennium Falcon immediately went into engagement. Simultaneously, rapid communication also appeared within the attackers' ranks. The Controller abruptly opened her eyes; the invisible barrier around her disintegrated. The priority attack she had gained through the 'Balancer's' second sacrifice crumbled with her failure, transforming into an irreversible damage reduction barrier before collapsing. The instant she opened her eyes, she knew she had lost her only point of surprise.

she knows.

Her companions... no, her colleagues knew it too.

The youth wielding the twin serpent staff exerted his power, activating the Ranger's teleportation privilege, which had already repeatedly insulted the Dimensional Anchor. The four-member 'Balance' attack team suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away from the Millennium Falcon's airspace. And the Scholar's spell took effect in the same instant.

Ninth Ring Summoning Spell: Heavenly Legion.

Winged Celestial warriors materialized in vast numbers within the Nightmare Space, their forms appearing out of thin air. Haloed above their heads and armed with formidable weaponry, they surged towards the Millennium Falcon, their wings beating. And in the next moment—

'Om—'

Twin laser cannons, firing in rapid succession.

The powerful Celestial warriors, who should have easily evaded or resisted them, futilely crashed into an invisible barrier the instant they crossed the current airspace. Their energy reactivity and physiological strength plummeted. The laser barrage then tore their bodies apart completely.

It is an anti-good spell—normally, a good priest in the D&D system should not possess this divine spell.

The attacker's opening statement was thwarted for the second time.

At this moment of magical interaction, Jacob's words suddenly resounded from the atmosphere.

"Om! Mani! Padme! Hum!"

The Avalokitesvara Mantra.

Improve the Holy Word.

Guanyin's gift can recognize allies, but it can also effectively punish powerful divine spells that target enemies.

It roared in, carrying the power of the dawn of creation, and touched the space around the attackers the instant it sounded. Blindness, deafness, and paralysis instantly filled the bodies of these powerful figures. And just as the 'instant death' effect was about to take effect—

Everything came to a standstill.

The eyes of a learned scholar gleam with a lively brilliance.

The Ninth Ring Spell, Chain of Unexpected Events—its effect is to set a condition, and when that condition is met, it directly triggers a pre-prepared set of multiple spells.

It's obvious that the current state of being forcibly controlled and instantly killed perfectly fulfills the preset special conditions. And one of the trigger spells he chose is—

Ninth Ring Spell: Stop Time

A localized temporal rupture was thus shaped. And in the fleeting moment of gaining brief freedom, another special trigger spell also emerged as a cleansing power within his body.

Eighth Ring Divine Art, Group Restoration Art
The privileges of a scholar are thus manifested. As a spellcaster, he can ignore most prerequisites, directly learn various types of spells, and display them by consuming contract points.

The influence of the Guanyin mantra has disappeared.

Within the temporal rift, the robust body once again returned to the scholar's control—he scrutinized the Millennium Falcon, which remained frozen outside the rift. And a suitable tactic, along with a healing wave of group restoration, reached the ears of his colleagues, who were also frozen in time.

“I will open the window, and Mr. Wanderer will directly teleport and behead the one—I will be responsible for the divine spellcaster, Ms. Bewitcher for the hostile psychic, and Mr. Wanderer for the possible pilot. As for the last person hidden outside, your special ability, Fool, will take care of him.”

The negotiations went smoothly; he neither had nor heard any objections.

So……

The effects of the time-stop spell begin to wear off as he casts additional spells.

However, one after the other, two flashing beams of light shot out from his fingertips!

The brilliance of silence first extends outwards.

And following closely behind was—

Time begins to flow.

The eerie green light pierced directly through the Millennium Falcon's energy shield and struck the resiliently structured body.

Warp psionic energy, the curse of the mechanical essence!
(End of this chapter)