Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4251

Chapter 4251: Justiciar! V

The Justiciar was a monument of pristine, terrible white.

It stood amidst the shattered remnants of the Citadel’s great frost dome, a silent, armored titan in a garden of broken glass.

The air, once filled with the serene, crystalline hum of elemental harmony, was now a dead, cold vacuum, the silence a prelude to a symphony of slaughter!

For a moment, there was nothing. No movement, no sound. The Justiciar simply stood, its massive, white-armored form a stark, brutalist scar on the breathtaking beauty of Aeternitas Glacies.

Then, from the heart of the Citadel, the first wave of defenders came.

They were the Honored and Royal Living Elementals, beings of immense power and ancient lineage, their forms a glorious, terrible pageant of elemental fury.

Beings of living, swirling blizzard, their eyes burning with the cold light of a winter storm, unleashed torrents of soul-freezing frost!

Of Living Elementals Authority!

Others, whose bodies were forged from the very bedrock of the Fold, ripped colossal shards of crystalline glacial earth from the ground and hurled them like mountains.

From the spires of the city, Living Elementals of pure, sentient glacial lightning arced down, their forms bolts of incandescent rage.

It was a beautiful, desperate, and utterly futile assault...but they did not know this!

How could they even imagine the enemy actually had 1000 Quadrillion Purity?!

The Justiciar did not evade. It did not raise a shield. It simply moved.

It took a single, ponderous step forward, its massive, white greaves crushing the crystalline floor with a sound that was not a crack, but a dull, final thud!

A blizzard of soul-frost, a storm that could have flash-frozen a Duke’s very essence, washed over its armor.

The pristine white surface did not even frost over. A mountain of earth, a projectile carrying the weight of half a Fold, smashed against its pauldron!

The Justiciar did not even flinch. The mountain shattered into dust.

Then, it struck.

Its first target was a Royal Living Elemental of stone, a magnificent frost golem of living diamond whose complexity was in the low trillions!

It roared a challenge, its voice the grinding of tectonic plates, and brought its colossal, diamond fists down upon the intruder.

The Justiciar raised its free hand, not the one holding the great white hammer, but its open palm.

It met the descending fists, and there was no grand explosion of power. There was only the quiet, sickening crunch of diamond being turned to powder. The Justiciar’s fingers closed around the Elemental’s head, and with a single, almost casual squeeze, the ancient, thinking mountain was reduced to a cloud of glittering, lifeless dust.

HUUM!

It moved with a grace that was a horrifying contradiction to its immense size, a dancer in an abattoir.

It stepped into a storm of living lightning, its armor momentarily wreathed in a billion volts of pure, elemental fury, and it simply walked through.

It grabbed the shrieking Elemental of lightning, its gauntlet closing around the being of pure energy, and it did not crush it.

It held it, forcing the crackling, chaotic energy to ground itself through its own form, until the Elemental’s light flickered, dimmed, and was extinguished like a snuffed-out candle.

"For the Glacies!" a chorus of a thousand voices roared, a desperate, defiant cry from a legion of Ice Elementals who had formed a wall of pure, absolute-zero cold before the Justiciar.

The Justiciar responded not with a counter-spell or a blast of its own, but with its hammer.

The great white weapon, which had been held at its side, swung in a low, brutal arc!

It moved with an impossible speed, the air itself seeming to scream as it was torn apart.

The hammer connected with the wall of ice, and the wall, and the thousand beings that composed it, did not shatter. They were not broken. They were negated.

They were erased from existence in a silent, blossoming flower of pure, white flame that left not even a memory of their passing!

BOOM!

From their distant, hidden vantage point, Noah, Khor, and the holographic form of RUIN/EDEN watched in heavy silence.

|Analysis of Justiciar Combat Methodology.|

|Observation: The subject is not employing its full power. The attacks are deliberately slow, physical, and... intimate.|

|Hypothesis: The Justiciar is not seeking to simply destroy. It is seeking to cause misery. The overflow of emotions...fear, rage, despair, defiance, seems to be a desired outcome.|

|Conclusion: The purpose of this assault is not just erasure. It is a harvest.|

The prompts were a cold, clinical confirmation of the horror they were witnessing. This was not a battle. It was a culling!

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