Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 5: The First Drop of Acidic Blood
Si Ming's hands were very steady.

Si Ming's shooting accuracy is very good.

The gun is called Samurai Blade - Albert type, with a magazine capacity ranging from fifteen rounds to unlimited. It is equipped with 9mm anti-biological heavy bullets, which are particularly effective against high-intensity biological weapons.

and so--

Blood exploded.

Dark green, corrosive blood burst forth from the weak points on the side of the alien head crown.

—Weaker than expected.

The moment Si Ming pulled the trigger, he had already mentally prepared himself for the gun not to penetrate his defenses. However, judging from the current situation, the alien appearing in front of him possessed the strength depicted in the movies.

It is not a super killing weapon as described in the setting.

It's not a comic book, and it's not even a crossover comic book featuring supermodels or outrageous monsters.

So--

A burst of fighting spirit erupted.

The body's reaction speed increased again, and there was no third alien within its perception range. The living decoys in the sewer pipes howled and struggled as they were dragged away. The alien that had missed its target also retreated rapidly, trying to return to the shadows that were not yet completely covered by night.

—Don't even think about escaping.

The fighting spirit of the night was infused into the nameless samurai sword that had been stolen.

His experience fighting in other worlds allowed Si Ming to charge at high speed toward the fleeing alien in a zigzag trajectory. And just as he expected, the moment he got less than three meters away from the alien, the alien's tailbone, which had missed its target and retracted into the shadows, shot out again like a cannonball!
soon.

But not fast enough.

With prior preparation, one can easily slip past the other. And since the blade's lethality is uncertain, the target is not the most well-protected vital structures!

'嚓——'

A sluggish feeling spread from my fingertips to my spine. The target was the alien's right claw, and the slashing sensation was like cutting a piece of cork with a boning knife.

It's difficult, but not impossible.

The alien, its right claw severed, let out a sharp, low growl. Without hesitation, it spun around violently, unleashing a horizontal slash from the severed stump of its right limb, along with its sharp tailbone!
The range is vast. This attack has almost no blind spots. However, its actual destructive power is not very strong.

—Are you gathering intelligence?
His senses were expanding; a spot on his skin stung slightly from the distant gaze. The exact location was still unclear, but it was enough for Si Ming to make the right move—he didn't move forward again, but instead pulled back as far as he could. He let the horizontal slash of the tailbone miss its mark, the acidic blood splattering onto the ground, and plumes of corrosive fumes overflowing with a sharp, sizzling sound like a frying pan!

The gun barrel was raised.

The structure of the gun came into view as the fighting spirit was injected.

Aside from the magazine area, which was a black box due to its unlimited ammunition storage, Si Ming's mind was filled with images of the entire interior of the gun. He then precisely detected a nine-millimeter bullet about to be fired.

One percent of battle qi was injected.

It gathers at the tip of the warhead without disturbing the explosive charge—he knew this operation existed in the Primordial Cycle. And now, he was putting this experiment into operation!

'Bang!' The sparks from the gun barrel swelled dramatically.

This shot, however, successfully avoided the alien's polarized silicon black skull once again, and injected itself into its flesh from the previously wounded area!
The injury is not serious.

After penetrating the alien's flesh, the bullet rapidly dissolved in the acidic blood.

However, the dark fighting spirit that was attached to the warhead still remained within the alien's flesh and blood, and maintained its connection with Siming.

He saw it.

He saw the alien's blood and flesh, tendons and bones. Although he couldn't grasp the whole picture, the alien's next move was vaguely perceived in his senses. And this allowed him to once again seize the initiative!

He stepped back, dodging the wounded beast's renewed attack. His guns hadn't stopped firing from beginning to end. Some were infused with battle aura, others were simply testing the structure's strength. In just one round trip, the alien's wounds had already reached nearly double digits.

It was injured, affecting its balance and speed. Taking advantage of a half-decorative, half-flawed movement, it gripped its longsword tightly and once again successfully slashed out!

This blow was very heavy.

Simin's speed was much faster than the alien's tailbone hidden after its transformation.

With a particularly dull slicing sound, the alien was successfully severed from most of its abdomen this time. Internal organs and large chunks of flesh and blood splattered out, and its head and chest could no longer escape Si Ming's close-range fire.

It screamed because of this.

This scream was a warning and a wail of someone on the verge of death.

It struggled and writhed, trying to spill its acidic blood onto Siming's skin and clothes. But ultimately, its life ended due to acute copper poisoning.

— [Defeat the alien body and earn 300 reward points.]

More than expected.

The adult alien, which had been hit by at least a hundred bullets, stopped writhing and twitching.

Acidic blood flowed across the ground, corroding irregular holes. Meanwhile, the Night Battle Qi that had been successfully injected into the alien through the bullet was silently recovered by Si Ming.

The faint feeling of being spied on has not yet disappeared.

However, there is more than one source of confirmed information.

First, the alien's defensive capabilities are no higher than an armored vehicle's protective plates, and its speed and strength are no greater than a racing motorcycle. Its burst damage and reaction speed are similar to a large cat or dog. Furthermore, its internal structure is much more fragile than expected. And second…

He reached out, his fingertips, unprotected by his battle aura, lightly touching a tiny drop of acidic blood residue. Its amount was roughly equivalent to that of the heroine in the first part when the mark of honor was etched onto her face. The acidic blood immediately began to erode his flesh.

hurts a little.

But not much.

When the pain subsided, there was a slight peeling on the fingertips. But the peeling quickly recovered thanks to the body's natural healing abilities.

In the first generation of the original lineage, a C-level bloodline enhancement was sufficient to withstand the corrosive effects of acidic blood without suffering fatal injuries. Now, he could confirm that the strength of his Nightfall Battle Aura was roughly above the C-level. The next step was to test its exact strength in close combat.

—We need to find a way to unlock the genetic lock...

He remembered that in the first generation of the Indian team, there was someone who redeemed the cheapest B-grade bloodline, the Toguro Brother bloodline, which only improved muscle strength. And the character who hadn't unlocked his genetic lock had the line, "Even if I face the Xenomorphs again, I won't be afraid."

He wasn't afraid of a direct confrontation, which means he could fight head-on even at C-rank, though it would be very difficult and he might even suffer serious injuries. However, against a pure tank build, Si Ming's Nightfall Aura still gives him a slight advantage—

The alien's acid cannot react with pure energy-based battle aura—which is only natural. This means that he only needs to mobilize a very small amount of battle aura to cover his body surface to form a barrier that is immune to the corrosion of acidic blood.

well.

The colors of dusk deepened, completely obscuring the fighting spirit light covering Siming's body.

This means night is coming.

It also means that—

Si Ming, who had bent down to touch the acidic blood, was about to straighten up.

The opportunity is perfect.

The second alien, lurking nearby, watched and waited for its chance to strike. Its tailbone silently pierced down.

'Plop—' Si Ming caught it.

It grasped the sharp, thorny tail structure.

The pain was immediately endured as flesh was pierced. The feet, which were gripping the ground tightly, suddenly tensed up, and strength and fighting spirit rose from the toes to the hips, waist, back, and shoulders, until the arms could swing with all their might!

The wind began to howl.

The lurking adult alien, standing just over two meters tall and weighing over 150 kilograms, was slammed to the ground by its tailbone. The dull impact was accompanied by slight cracks in the acid-corroded ground. And the soft flesh inside, protected by its polarized silicon shell, was severely shaken as a result!
That wasn't enough, because the adult Xenomorph's resistance to blows and its balance were strong enough. The tail spikes that Si Ming was holding twitched and tore at Si Ming's flesh like a living thing. However, before that, the Night Battle Qi had already seeped into the opponent's body through the contact of their limbs.

The opportunity has not been lost.

Si Ming's second burst of power was a fraction of a second faster than the lurking alien.

The prey's struggling movements, when executed in the right posture, can actually become a reliable aid. And the adult alien trying to break free and get up made it even easier for Siming to swing it again!

'Bam—! '

Its pitch-black shell crashed into the concrete barrier of the bridge arch.

The nameless samurai sword, which had been inserted into the ground but remained at the most comfortable distance, was suddenly swung forward in the area directly in front of him, pulled by his limbs!
One shot, and it hit.

An unnamed blade pierced through the black sternum and outer armor, pinning this massive, heavy creature to the wall. And in the next instant, came a devastating blow from its two fists!

It's like hitting a sandbag.

It's like driving in wooden stakes.

The jet-black claws swung wildly, while the sharp tailbone stabbed and swept across. However, this could not stop the fist, enveloped in the aura of night, from slamming heavily into the jet-black exoskeleton, which was comparable to the armor plating of a tank!

'Boom—'

'Bang bang bang bang bang—'

Cracks appeared in the interlocking sternum, and the flesh inside trembled violently. Infiltrated by battle aura, the tailbone and claws, which could read the opponent's movements, were utterly ineffective in inflicting damage. And even the final trump card—

'Bang—' Si Ming slightly turned his head, avoiding the rapidly ejected inner canine tooth. Immediately following, a powerful uppercut was thrown down, aimed at a vital spot!

The sound was both muffled and paradoxically crisp.

The thought center hidden beneath the acid-corroded flesh was forcibly detonated by the penetrating force—with this single strike, Si Ming no longer relied solely on muscle and technique, but instead triggered the dark battle qi that had seeped into the acid-corroded flesh. The final result was the second declaration of the main god.

— [Defeat the alien body and earn 300 reward points.]

The feeling of danger and being watched finally disappeared completely.

Si Ming exhaled softly and drew his long sword. He let the adult alien, whose inside was now a lump of mud, fall to the ground.

My body was somewhat tired, my arms were slightly sore and numb, and my fighting spirit was also in the midst of battle, having consumed nearly a third of its amount.

They need to replenish some nutrients.

as well as……

"I need to get a more powerful gun."

(End of this chapter)