Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4756

Chapter 4756: Glossarians! I

Alexandros said all of this with a smile while his followers remained calm.

Leonikos the lion observed with eyes that held the patience of eternity.

Ophelia the serpent watched with curiosity that seemed particularly focused on Noah.

Geometros the abstract shifted through configurations that suggested deep contemplation.

They were simply observing and learning from this entity who was higher ranked than them!

"Master! We know where to go so we can outshine everyone, right?!"

Lumivara spoke with excitement at this moment while looking toward a certain archway!

The blue-gold radiance of the Glossarian gate seemed to call to her, to resonate with everything they had learned and become under Noah’s guidance.

Noah and Ul’moreth couldn’t help but smile!

The path was obvious, wasn’t it? They who had claimed The First Tongue, who had forged new Phonemes, who had built their entire advancement upon linguistic mastery...

The Glossarians awaited.

And yet, at this time...

HUUM!

Far behind them, obsidian-gold light shone!

The sandy beach trembled! The shores in the distance vibrated with the arrival of something that carried authority even when suppressed!

When they turned around...

The visages of THE Weavers appeared!

Three decrepit figures wrapped in robes and hoods, their ancient faces twisted with fury that had only grown during their pursuit. Their golden eyes blazed with the light of fate itself being manipulated. Even reduced to Surface Depth, they radiated menace that made the very air recoil.

The moment they appeared, Noah only stared at them calmly.

He did not move. He did not flinch. He did not show any sign of concern whatsoever.

His gaze was purposefully raised high and imperious.

As if he were looking at ants.

THE Weavers were infuriated and calm at the same time when seeing this gaze!

How dare he?!

How DARE this creature look upon THE Moirai with such contempt?!

Their eyes seemingly broke down where they stood, analyzing the surrounding Weavings of Existence. Calculating. Planning. Preparing to strike despite whatever rules this domain might hold.

And then...

BOOM!

THE Weavers shot toward Noah and the others!

Three streams of obsidian-gold light converging on a single point! Their suppressed power still carried enough force to devastate anything at Surface Depth! Their fury drove them beyond caution!

Lumivara and Ul’moreth frowned while trying to get in front of Noah!

But he held them back while shaking his head.

Not yet.

Not necessary.

Because a moment later...

HUUM!

Alexandros moved!

The Polemarch’s form blurred with speed that should have been impossible at Fundamental Depth! The spear he carried in his hands shone a glorious golden obsidian as infinite seas of Chaos seemed to be contained within its seemingly simple form!

His blow carried unfathomable depth and weight!

A swing of his spear shockingly smashed onto THE Weavers even faster than they came!

BOOM!

The collision was catastrophic!

A paradoxical golden light of immensity buzzed around THE Weavers, their own authority trying to deflect the blow! But their faces showed calm fury as they were shockingly pushed back by Alexandros!

"NO FIGHTING ALLOWED BY ANY HOPLITES!"

"REGARDLESS OF WHAT POWER YOU HELD BEFORE!"

"IF YOU WISH TO FIGHT, DO SO IN THE GLORY OF THE ARENA OR DURING DEBATES! UNTIL THEN... BEHAVE!"

"YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE MARKED AS DEPLORABLES!"

BOOM!

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