Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4208

Chapter 4208: The Architects of Survival! II

In the periphery of the main conflicts, hundreds of thousands of Honored and Royal Living Existences had gathered.

Their bodies shone with the incandescent glows of their distinct authorities, and they began to work as one!

They released their power not as individuals, but as a collective, a massive, terrifying wave of accumulated Complexity and Purity, a decimating strike that could equal or even exceed the power of a common Duke.

In one area...

Ten thousand Honored Living Elementals gathered, their bodies harmonizing as tendrils of crimson lightning, thick as rivers, coursed between them.

With a unified roar, they unleashed their collective might, a single, colossal bolt of elemental fury that streaked across the void towards a Tear that was birthing dozens of Dead Existences!

CRAACK!

The crimson lightning of the Elementals, a pure expression of life, of energy, of the vibrant, chaotic dance of matter, struck the Dead Existential Authority.

It was an existential rejection, a statement that in this space, at this moment, the right to exist belonged to the living. The lightning did not merely destroy; it unmade, it cleansed, it cauterized. Every single Dead Existence in the tear was decimated, and the lightning, its primary purpose fulfilled, continued on, forcefully stitching the wound in reality closed!

Just because they were weaker individually did not mean they could not join the battle. With numbers, with unity, their possibilities were endless!

In the center of the decimated Concordia, Noah gazed upon these scenes with a cold, analytical gaze.

He also watched as the Living Emotives worked together, and he paid them more and more attention. There was too much secrecy, too much mystery surrounding them.

A group of more than ten thousand Honored and Royal Living Emotives struck out. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Their target was a massive swarm of powerful Dead Existences, with one Duke among them exceeding fifty trillion in complexity. Yet the Emotives did not unleash a wave of raw power.

They harmonized, and they released a feeling. A unique, terrifying weaving of claustrophobia and guilt.

It was an attack more terrifying than any flashy display of elemental fury. The Dead Existential Authority, an authority born of cessation and emptiness, was suddenly confronted with the crushing weight of confinement and the gnawing poison of regret.

The Dead Existences, beings that should not have been capable of such feelings, faltered!

And in that moment of confusion, the Emotive authority turned their own immense complexity against them. They began to collapse, their own power becoming the instrument of their unmaking as they turned their claws and bones and began to end themselves!

...!

All of this was glorious to see, but Noah returned his massive gaze to the Winged Head of the Early Creature.

It had been struggling in his hands, but now, it had gone still.

This was not purely out of his own power. His power extended far and wide. Around his massive hands, which still held the winged head, the figures of Ra’Zan, Ozymandias, the Primordial Stone Ape, and now, dozens of newly summoned Dead Existences, had surrounded their prey.

The most terrifying power of a Legion of The Dead was not what its most powerful Lich could do, but what the Legion could accomplish when they swarmed.

Over the past few seconds, Ra’Zan, fueled by the endless corpses provided by Khor, had raised a legion of over one hundred Dead Existences, each one exceeding ten trillion in complexity.

And yet, their individual power did not truly matter. The billowing Haki of Noah and his primary servants was exerted upon them all.

The power that each of them could actually explode with was a ridiculous five hundred trillion.

...!

Noah looked at these prompts and then at his terrifying, forming legion. Ozymandias and Ra’Zan stood at the lead, and around each of the Dead Existences, the bloody regal purple flames of his Haki swirled alongside the crimson and obsidian flames of Hunger and Death.

They looked unfathomably devilish, fearsome, a perfect army of the apocalypse. And they were only just now taking shape!

Noah’s burning gaze of tyranny whipped around, his massive body radiating a power that seemed to press down on the very Folds.

He raised his head towards the endless expanse of the Transcendent Origin Folds and bellowed, a single, desperate, all-consuming word.

"MORE!"

He had to be desperate for more. He had to obtain more!

Well, he also bellowed out the word as a form of distraction, because he could see it.

The Dead Early Creature, Nysteria, had fallen into a heavy predicament.

Her wild, joyful attacks had begun to slow, her power finally beginning to wane against the relentless, ordered assault of the nine-headed turtle and its allies!

It was about time.

It was about time for Khor to kill steal!