Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 79 The Goddess's Little Moves
The decision has been made.

The battle is about to begin.

When Valentina and Almalia, who were remotely controlling the situation from the outside, also rushed to the elevator shaft entrance, the downward button silently turned from red to green.

"I really wish the trial grounds downstairs were a little more spacious," Valentina muttered, taking a corner spot in the elevator. "That way, my Millennium Falcon wouldn't have been a complete waste."

Her quiet beeping earned her a smile from Yu Zhiwei.

“Then I think you can rest assured.” Yu Zhiwei stretched, showing no interest in the corner. “Based on the current information, it seems that Hastur gets bigger the stronger it is. And if they want to be comparable to us, each one would have to be at least seventy or eighty meters tall.”

"Just like the one we encountered in Mumbai?"

"I do hope it can give me some fresh and interesting experiences."

Yu Zhiwei chuckled softly, but her eyes gradually filled with coldness. After all the reincarnators were in place, the elevator emitted a soft rumble and began its descent. Soon, the reincarnators could no longer perceive any sound other than the turning of the wheels.

Downwards, keep going downwards.

The path leading to the underground seemed endless.

Luo Yinglong raised his eyebrows slightly, while Song Tian closed his eyes to rest. Jacob held the slightly glowing Discipline Stone in his hands. Almaria, on the other hand, looked around curiously, examining the materials and structure of the elevator's interior.

"According to records, the initial depth of the sealed shaft was only ten meters. With the development and modification by the Indians, the depth of the shaft gradually extended to more than one hundred meters. Under normal circumstances, it takes sixty seconds for this freight elevator to travel one hundred meters."

Si Ming stood at the elevator entrance, gazing at the reflection of the crowd on the steel doors. He held the spiral staff in his hand, pressing it against the ground. He absorbed every movement of the axles and the tremors of the steel.

"And we have just passed the fifty-ninth second."

The silent battle aura of darkness manifested itself, penetrating deep into the elevator's steel structure from the very beginning, but now transforming from intangible into a tangible barrier. It was his hands and his eyes, allowing him to observe the elevator from any angle.

His companions were still behind him; there was no of those old, cliché situations where he was suddenly the only one left alive.

Then came the sixtieth second.

Sixty-one seconds.

The elevator continued its steady descent, neither slowing down nor accelerating. The rolling sound of the wheels remained unchanged, yet the echoes from outside the elevator had silently become vast and empty.

A change has occurred.

This change is not friendly.

Jacob closed the tablet of discipline in his hands, while Yu Zhiwei gripped the scepter of amplification tightly.

"Something's wrong?"

She asked.

Si Ming did not answer.

The aura of night, covering the outer layer of the elevator structure, fluctuated incessantly. The infusion of divine particles gave this twilight-colored layer a special effect—he felt something striking his aura protective layer, a chilling sensation filled with an eerie aura. He didn't know what would happen after those things rushed in, but he guessed that it might be the catalyst that would make some old trope he didn't particularly like a reality.

Not a true god.

If it were the power of a true god, his fighting spirit layer would be unlikely to provide effective resistance.

Soon, the chilling and sinister aura dissipated. A familiar scent, hidden within yet revealing itself in the retreat, caused a slight smirk to appear on his lips.

Great Black Buddha Mother.

Even after the death of the Buddha Mother, her influence on the world did not immediately disappear completely.

There are always some legacies buried in obscure corners, harboring some evil forces that can act irrationally in crucial moments. And now, the one driving these unclaimed evil forces will only have one definite target.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just a spoiled mother’s last stand for her troublesome child.”

It's just a struggle.

These struggles have not been effective.

Yu Zhiwei loosened her grip on the scepter slightly, and her gaze towards the closed sedan chair was immediately filled with mockery.

"Off-the-books tactics are off-the-books tactics, you seem to respect these unruly guys quite a bit. Hmm, how about I deliver the fatal blow to execute Hastur later?"

She wasn't afraid to take the blame. She was already burdened with debt, so she didn't really care about incurring the hatred or even curse of another Hindu goddess. This explicit hostility allowed Lakshmi, who had secretly orchestrated this minor confrontation, to release her displeasure.

True gods must follow the rules.

However, while upholding the rules, even the righteous gods can exercise a few minor whims within their authority. The next moment, the sound of snapping axles echoed outside the elevator car. The sensation of falling and dizziness instantly filled the entire car. Every reincarnator present could clearly sense themselves plummeting at an extremely high speed towards an unknown abyss!

The feeling of falling is always unsettling—after all, even a fully-equipped first-generation reincarnation team with fourth-tier combat power would panic when they crash into underground lava due to the lack of flying equipment. However, for the Celestial Team, whose members are all without weaknesses, this small mishap would only make them laugh.

“Impotent rage, huh?” Jacob chuckled softly. “It seems this noble goddess has no more bargaining chips to offer that could shake the current situation.”

The feeling of falling stopped abruptly, and everyone stood firmly in their respective positions within the carriage. The blessing of the Hindu god was faintly glowing on the bodies of the reincarnators. And everyone knew who it was that had rendered this goddess, whose nature in the original mythology was one of doting on children, so futile.

Si Ming gripped the spiral staff tightly.

The elevator finally reached the ground floor, and the car was no longer a hidden prison. The dark, twilight-colored fighting spirit silently released and extended outwards. And the steel before the reincarnators vaporized under the power of this unknown force.

The final trial has begun.

A scorching wind swept across my face, and before me stretched a vast expanse of land and sky. A sprawling, ancient Indian city stood amidst the boundless wilderness. Countless ancient warriors, clad in golden armor, strong and robust, clearly having benefited from a great bounty, stood in tight formation, guarding the walls of this ancient city.

They are numerous.

Their morale is high.

They witnessed the arrival of the reincarnators, but let out a grand and devout roar.

"For Hastur! We swear to defend Hastur to the death!"

"We are the faithful servants of the god of abundance and wealth, and we will share the fate of Hastur's kingdom!"

They were on high alert.

The reincarnators did not mock their power.

The truth of this world was clearly presented in the eyes and hearts of the reincarnators. Jacob, holding the tablet of discipline, had already provided an answer to the current situation.

"A hypothetical city, a non-existent kingdom. This is what Hastur, as the youngest son of the goddess, as the heir to the power of abundance and wealth, should look like when he faces the possibility of success—ah, it seems this lost god has staked everything he has in this battle. If we fail, this is what he will look like under the gaze of the gods."

A strong wind is blowing.

Beyond heaven and earth lies a colossal, eight-armed phantom of the goddess of prosperity, seated cross-legged—incomparably majestic, her eight arms supporting this imagined heaven and earth. Perhaps she can do nothing else, but even simply existing here, she can bring the goddess's gaze and oppressive aura through her very presence.

This is the last and only thing a mother can do for her child.

However, the participants in the trial were determined to overcome it with all their might.

The Millennium Falcon took to the skies at Valentina's command. Dozens of colossal figures of steel and clay, mixed with a vast number of skeleton warriors, appeared on the open field outside the city. Everyone was prepared. And then—

"Do it!"

The curtain was raised by a hail of arrows and javelins thrown by the defending troops.

Then...

Time flows on.

The city then burned in flames.

Hastur warriors possess bodies as strong as rhinoceroses and skills honed through countless trials. They are as fast as Pegasus and as resilient as steel. Even collapsing mountains cannot deter them, and rivers of blood cannot shake them. In ancient times, they could easily destroy any dynasty, and even in modern times, they can easily annihilate an entire organized military force.

They are strong.

They possess strength in the thousands, even tens of thousands.

however……

The city they swore to protect is now burning.

So how did it all begin?
It was Jacob who, through the tablet of commandment, summoned the twin fire storm that swept across the city walls.

Valentina controlled the Millennium Falcon, tearing apart the walls with lasers and shattering cannons, and bombarding the ancient behemoths ridden by the warriors of Hastur with ground missiles.
Yu Zhiwei continued to walk forward with her calm steps, and the streets and towers collapsed under her gaze.

Whether it's the clash of swords and the sound of weapons clashing, with Song Tian and Luo Yinglong calling out the names of elite warriors one by one in the army formation, or the magical girl in her second transformation directly wielding a guitar interwoven with thunder, using this magnificent instrument as a battle axe to fiercely strike the elite units bearing command responsibilities.
No, neither.

Everything was destined in that initial impact. When the rain of arrows and javelins, imbued with divine power, fell upon the army of steel, rock, and skeletons, yet only caused minor physical damage, the battle was destined to take this turn.

Because this is a 'fair' battle.

Because in this battle, the reincarnators represent not only themselves, but also the will and power of the Hindu gods.

(End of this chapter)