Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 77 - Speed ​​Bumps... and the Qi-Powered Horse

Garji had lived for ninety-three years, and among the Brahmin monks in India, almost no one had lived as long as him.

He hadn't tasted failure or felt fear in a long time—the last time he felt this way was twenty years ago, and it was then that the fire of ambition ignited in his heart.

Twenty years ago... Ah, that's right, twenty years ago.

An ancient secret was presented to him by chance, and countless riches fell into his hands... How ridiculous! Hundreds of years ago, a Brahmin as noble as him could have easily received countless precious gold, silver, jewels, and hidden elixirs from countless people with just a word. Yet now, everything requires gold, and he, as one of the most noble Brahmins, is actually lacking in it.

this is not right.

But the ever-flowing true Dharma eventually corrected this error.

The lost secrets of the ancient gods brought him endless gold, and as the most exalted of the Brahmins, he naturally had no fear of personally meeting the gods.

He nearly died within that seal—it was the first time he had felt fear since birth. Directly touching Hastur's physical form almost turned his body into cursed gold—but he survived because he was a highly accomplished Brahmin, not his foolish father who offered up the secret untouchable. Vishnu protected him, allowing him to regain control of his life even after being defiled.

However, he controlled more than just life—he turned misfortune into fortune. The flesh covered in cursed gold, after being purified by Vishnu, granted him an immortal golden body, almost like that of a god. This golden body not only granted him immense power but also extended his lifespan.

He knew what was going on; he had actually seized a portion of Hastur's divine power under Vishnu's protection. But wasn't this perfectly natural? A Brahmin sage who had achieved enlightenment was a noble being whom even the Trimurti (the three principalities of Brahma) would defer to. And he himself should rightfully join that exalted ranks.

So he didn't stop, because he had a plan—to which he needed to raise a large army. And doing so was actually quite simple; he could easily assemble a reliable army by using his prestige as a Brahmin. Even though the Brahmins no longer held the same authority as before, he could still gather these people together under a very simple pretext.

All it takes is a grand slogan—making them believe they are fighting for India, that they will make India greater—it's simple; just reveal a little about the secret of the cursed golden body. Then, simply embellish it slightly, concealing the secret of plundering divine power. Let them believe they can acquire endless wealth and abundance for India through this method. These fools, corrupted by modern, ignorant egalitarian knowledge and having forgotten ancient Brahmanical traditions, will then serve their cause with their lives.

Everything is going smooth.

The endless gold mined from Tabads could not only satisfy the appetites of these idealists, but also fulfill the spiritual practice of himself and his disciples. He also took the opportunity to send a capable lieutenant north to advance the dark secret that he had finally discovered in the dusty archives after poring over countless scriptures.

Ah…that’s right, Shi Kongyun. His disciple is none other than Garji’s henchman. This once highly respected monk has become obsessed with the dark secrets of the Great Black Buddha Mother. Under Garji’s gradual guidance, the immense disaster caused by Li Ruonan has brought the Great Black Buddha Mother to the forefront. And based on his understanding of the Chinese, after suffering such a profound blow, the Chinese will surely eradicate the Great Black Buddha Mother from all evil.

The Great Black Mother will die, and the Goddess of Prosperity will return to her place. And in this interval of divine transformation, I will obtain the most precious opportunity—the seal will loosen, allowing me to release Hastur entirely. At that time, I can once again, through Vishnu's divine power, directly devour all of Hastur's divine power.

A new god will be born, and the world will have a new master—everything will return to the old era of following the righteous law. And he, Garji, will become the eternal and only Brahmin on this planet!

That was exactly what Garji had planned. And his plan indeed proceeded smoothly step by step—he was very cautious, never actively intervening when scheming against the northern power, but instead placing his apprentice, who was the Prime Minister of India, at the forefront, and guiding him to indirectly issue orders to the northern underworld. And everything went as he expected. Even when strange intruders appeared on the island, even when those oddballs summoned a rarely appearing deity, the law-abiding true god could not actively see through it and reveal his secret.

The Mother Buddha was thus defeated, and the seal loosened and collapsed. He then joyfully released Hastur from his seal. And then—

Everything has changed.

Vishnu suddenly stopped offering new protection, and even the gods of India remained unresponsive. He had exhausted all means to move Hastur, which should have spiraled out of control in New Delhi, to Mumbai, a place he had prepared beforehand. After that, the out-of-control Hastur nearly dragged India into hell.

That wasn't really important—even if India were dragged down to hell, it wouldn't matter to him. But… he didn't understand where his plan had gone wrong.

Is it because the offerings were not prepared enough, or is it because one's own cultivation is not sufficient?
Or perhaps his apprentice, the prime minister who had handled so many matters for him, was secretly hiding a crucial secret?
Gargi was unaware, and he too had lost his chance for enlightenment. He had barely arrived at his hiding place when he heard the news of his disciple, whom he had used as a shield, suffering divine punishment. And after that, the group of foreigners who had visited New Delhi unleashed a bloodbath in that city that should have been protected by the gods.

The number of deaths may be small, but it's against the rules. The gods have clearly made a decision; extraordinary powers should not have the ability to arbitrarily interfere in the mortal world.

and so……

—The gods abandoned this city, abandoned this place.

Did I do something wrong? I was clearly just following the righteous path... Brahmins are qualified to be immortals, even gods. This doesn't make sense!
Gargi's mind was in turmoil; he couldn't comprehend his defeat. He knew those uninvited guests would soon arrive, but he felt no fear.

Because he has lived for ninety-three years—enjoying and possessing everything—and now that his plan to become a god has failed, he will not hesitate to destroy everything.

A three-megaton nuclear bomb is buried beneath this base. And next, all he needs to do is—

...Si Ming toyed with a one-meter-long cylinder in his hand. The core of the nuclear bomb was actually more miniature and slender than expected—before the main army arrived, he had Valentina carefully inspect the supply and distribution of the base, and even personally went out to infiltrate before the battle began outside, and then used the Headshot Four to obtain the secret.

After all, he was a cautious man, and his biggest fear was that he would stumble at the last minute. And everything did indeed turn out as he expected; deep within this base, there was indeed something truly secretive.

He infiltrated a nuclear bomb and dismantled it. He repeatedly checked to make sure there wasn't a second one hidden there.

When he appeared on the final battlefield carrying the dismantled nuclear bomb core, the golden-haired monk, who should have been the leader of the gate, showed fear in his eyes.

“How could this be!” the old monk cried out frantically. “I am the Brahmin, I am the one who is protected! I am destined to become an immortal, a god! How could the gods let me fall to you!”

It roared, but made no sense.

Si Ming casually stuffed the nuclear bomb core into the dimensional ring, and the next moment, the seemingly powerful monk and his disciples and followers let out a passionate roar.

Light burst forth from their bodies.

They roared, their solid golden bodies sheltered in a magnificent radiance. A gigantic, materialized hand of energy materialized out of thin air and slammed down toward Siming's head.

The giant hand froze there.

Their golden bodies and their power were all frozen within a few meters of Siming by the psychic force amplified by the spiral staff. Except for the oldest and most powerful Gargi, who was still struggling to move within the psychic layer, all the rebels lost their ability to move at this moment.

Si Ming glanced at his companions.

"What strange things did you just do here? Why are you acting so bitter and resentful, as if we're the ones on the side of justice?"

The swordsman and the knife-wielder shrugged, while the bishop spread his hands. A smile played on the traveler's lips.

"Maybe he's a bit too self-conscious, but it's strange... I didn't do it before, but now I can make up for it for him."

—Alright, I have a good understanding of how much you hate Indians. Now take it away.

Si Ming shook his head slightly.

The next moment, the battle aura of darkness materialized. Beside him, it transformed into a warhorse with the color of dusk, and ruthlessly rammed into the stagnant layer formed by the power of telekinesis.

Battle Qi Transforms into a Horse!

A passive skill at the Dou Ling level, allowing Dou Qi to detach from the body and solidify into an object. For Si Ming, whose Dou Qi reserves are plentiful at night, this ability is perfect for such inconsequential situations!
'boom--! ’

The psychic layer remained intact, but the battle-axe steed slammed violently into the last group of resisters. These stubborn fighters were instantly shattered, bones broken, blood gushing out in large amounts, their breaths fading, and they were on the verge of death.

Everyone is the same.

The most powerful old monk was not much more resilient than others because his golden body was stronger—his tattered body collapsed to the ground with each cough of blood. Yet his aged eyes remained wide open, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something.

"So dramatic."

The warhorse, swirling around, lightly trampled through his chest—Si Ming was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, whether he was the mastermind, an ambitious manipulator, or had some strange identity, it didn't matter.

Because the secret vault leading to the Tabad seal is about to open.

Those destined to become sacrifices, to be eternally cared for by Hastur, to appease the wrath of the gods, are not worthy to speak.

(End of this chapter)