Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 147 - This is a system characteristic

Time is running out.

As he fell, Jacob's gaze swept across the battlefield.

He saw Valentina falling as well, Almaria about to be engulfed by the arcane flames, Liesel locked in a fierce battle, about to be besieged. And finally, himself, having lost an arm, perhaps torn apart by the darkness and wind that broke free of their seal before the death knell could arrive.

How did things get to this point?
Did we make some mistakes in our previous decisions?
His mind raced, unsure whether this was a desperate struggle or a final, overwhelming replay in his mind. Many details from the start of the battle unfolded before Jacob's eyes. Every opportunity for victory, every disadvantage, was meticulously examined. And ultimately, he arrived at a definitive conclusion.

Can't win.

This battle was unwinnable from the start.

Because the Contractor's privileges are insufficient. The Dimensional Anchor cannot lock the Wanderer's forced teleportation, and the Scholar's spell list is more extensive than hers. As long as the battle reaches a stalemate, Almaria will inevitably use the Witch Avatar, which she has never used before, and will be destined to be affected by the Fool's Words of Power. Even if she breaks through the Fool's forced brainwashing with her own abilities and tactics, Liesel cannot be the first victor to overturn the balance.

Both sides are shrouded in darkness, but the combined strength and total power of their forces are superior. Therefore...

—It's simply that there isn't enough 'force' in the pure sense.

The conclusion has been reached.

That leaves only one way to solve the problem.

Either die here, or, through the methods of reincarnation, overturn the balance of 'force'.

Thinking, then it's over.

As he plummeted, Jacob raised his only remaining intact hand, which was clutching the tablet of discipline.

"You guys really do... think I'm a priest."

The light of blasphemous commandments surged forth from the stone tablets. In the instant before destruction, it engulfed Jacob and the darkness and wind that were about to break free!

Thoughts expanded rapidly, and wills clashed in the clash of power. In this mental battlefield, which was almost equivalent to time standing still, the souls of two celestial beings came into Jacob's view.

Goenitz.

Lukar Bernstein.

Their souls are imbued with both disdain and condescension.

What can a little brat like you, who only tries to take advantage of others, possibly accomplish?

Call that man over; only he is worthy to fight us.

indeed.

It was Simin, not Jacob, who defeated and killed them. All Jacob did was seal their souls and powers in vessels at the end of their lives.

but--

“I am not here to seek your opinions.” In the clash of ideas, a blazing fire erupted from the depths of Jacob’s soul. His soul form remained complete, and he had already taken a step toward his goal. “I am a blasphemous priest, and the power and souls of both of you will fight for me.”

Long-forgotten memories were unleashed.

That was the soul essence of 'Jacob' after he lost to Siming in the captaincy competition and was gradually sealed away and forgotten in the tranquil and lazy atmosphere of the Celestial Team.

That was greed, ambition, the lurking darkness that Yu Zhiwei saw. It was also the original driving force behind Jacob's growth and ambition. It had been buried in the past by changing circumstances, but now, at this moment, in this place, it has been reawakened!

Darkness surged from the depths of the soul. The gentle and calm priest transformed into a giant bird with a human face, white eyes, and black wings. At the other end of the thought space, the souls of the two celestial gods each snorted coldly, transforming into two great serpents of wind and darkness, which crashed head-on into the attacking giant bird.

Snakes and birds. Biting each other.

However, the giant snakes, who should have had the upper hand, began to hiss anxiously at the moment of battle.

Because that wasn't a bird, it was Garuda, the Great Roc. With greed and ambition as its wings, and the claws and beak it pecked off, were the fighting spirit and determination that had regained the motivation to climb!
Something has changed.

A train, rusted and covered in dust, parked in a warehouse, roared as it crushed the garbage and debris on the tracks and sped toward the unknown future.

The serpents of wind and darkness were easily seen through; their tactics and inclinations were laid bare before Garuda. And in the next instant, the serpent's head was easily severed by Black Wings in a tearing motion!
Now, Jacob has defeated them.

Throughout the entire process, Jacob never paid any attention to their opinions.

The next step should be to plunder and dominate everything!
Everything changed from that moment on.

To the contractors' attack squad, all they saw was the light of the Discipline Tablet bursting from Jacob's hands.

An intense sense of crisis quickly overwhelmed them, and the hastily assembled attack team began to crumble. Everyone felt they were the target of the crisis, and everyone chose to prioritize self-preservation and avoid confrontation!
"His target is me!"

The scholar pointed a finger, and the seventh-level instant-death spell, known as 'Finger of Death,' was hurled fiercely towards the exploding ball of light. Then—

Nothing works.

The scholar's contract panel displayed the terrifying effect of 'spell immunity'. Not resistance, not immunity, but complete immunity. And this undoubtedly meant—

Ninth Ring Divine Art: Face of a High God.

Ninth Ring Divine Art: Hellfire Armor Granted Power.

The ninth-level divine art, bestowed by the demons of the abyss.

The brilliance faded.

What met the eyes of the contractors was undoubtedly a terrifying behemoth. It was a horrifying creature with fiery wings, its scarlet skin covered in flaming armor. An ominous, dark light flickered on its sharp horns.

"Demon Refining in the Abyss!?"

The pinnacle of demons, the absolute backbone of the eternal bloodbath battlefield. At least half of the demon lords cannot match the combat power of a fully-formed Abyssal Demon. And yet, such a powerful monster has suddenly appeared here!
The dark element of the serpent fulfills the unlocking of this series of advanced divine spells.

The contractors, who had subconsciously activated their detection abilities, gasped in surprise.

"No! This is just an illusion, a bluff—"

The snake's wind element is activated.

Goenitz's incredible speed was on full display; the seemingly cumbersome and massive Abyssal Demon suddenly crumbled and then reformed at its destination. The wind-forged scythe slashed rapidly forward, its target—

The head of the paradeer!

Jacob is not dead yet, and the dimensional anchor is still operating. The first thing to eliminate is the contractors' escape route.

'Crack—' The head was severed.

The severed head was transformed into a substitute doll.

However, before the wanderer, who had just escaped death, could catch his breath, the giant claw of the Abyss Demon had already gripped his head.

"Farewell forever (o wa ka re de su)."

Super special move, Dark Lament.

A dark tornado, reaching to the heavens and the earth, suddenly surged up. The wanderer caught in it didn't even have time to let out a wail before being instantly torn into a crimson skeleton—his remains disintegrated into shattered specks of light, while the head of the Abyss Demon immediately turned towards another person.

He was the Fool, and with his control abilities, he should be the second to be eliminated. A scorching infernal breath erupted directly from Jacob's new body towards the target, violently colliding with and eroding the Arcane Fire Protection activated by the Fool!
"Your flames aren't strong enough, you can't defeat—" The fool's words caught in his throat. Because a thin green light had silently attacked from directly below, piercing his throat—it was the Green Lantern Ring, which had cooled down after the overload, and it was also a battlefield aid from Valentina.

The Hellfire then engulfed the Arcane Flame.

The spell from the scholar was easily blocked by the demon-quelling wings—neither banishment nor higher-level dispel magic had any effect at this moment. Because he simply missed!
"What!?"

The illusion of being misled by the mind faded rapidly. The scholar then realized that his last spell, which had been his only hope of turning the tide, had futilely struck the air—he then saw the three-eyed woman who had been controlling the mind screaming and fleeing into the distance. But even if the woman who controlled the mind were still on the battlefield, Liesel would still risk her life to help her.

This is the final result.

The wings of the Abyss Demon flapped, and the remains of the Fool, engulfed by hellfire, fell as streaks of light. The colossal body reappeared before the Scholar in the storm, and the wind-forged scythe fell once more.

"Wait! I have something to say—"

He had nothing more to say.

Without the slightest hesitation, the giant scythe severed the scholar's body. And at the instant the cut was successful, the giant scythe's form rapidly disintegrated.

Another tornado.

This tornado completely destroyed all life-saving items and escape methods.

Super Special Move: Breath of Eternity.

The storm continued to expand and rage. It swept past the Celestial Reincarnators, whom they considered allies, and continued to spread outwards. Until the Bewitching One, who had tried to escape but found himself trapped, realized with a start that he had nowhere to run.

"What did I do..." she uttered words of regret.

The next moment, the Abyss Demon, born from the storm, pierced her body from behind with its massive arm, tearing out her heart and lungs and displaying them to her from back to front.

Those three wide-open eyes were no longer bright and radiant.

"...What a foolish thing to do." In the final moments of her life, she may have recalled the faces of a few familiar friends.

Her friends are not here, nor are her allies.

The only thing that stayed with her was her death.

A crisp 'thud'.

A shattered heart, crushed into fragments of light.

The last member of the attackers was thus destroyed. And at the same instant, or perhaps even slightly faster, the same outcome unfolded on other battlefields.

Of the ten powerful individuals, not one remains.

As Luo Yinglong predictably slew the destroyer who held no advantage over him, Song Tian's blade also sliced ​​through the swords and blood of the fallen warriors—the battle-hardened old man, a satisfied yet regretful smile on his face, disintegrated into light. And in the end—

"so……"

The nine shadows that ruled over the land were all annihilated.

Si Ming's sword pierced through the head and eyes of the true form of the ruler.

The flames ignited, incinerating the remaining embers of the mangled body.

The captain of the Celestial Team raised his head and looked at the announcer who remained silent.

What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?

(End of this chapter)