Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4333

Chapter 4333: MANA! V

The surrounding existence of Collapse, which could not possibly have collapsed any further, seemingly collapsed even more!

The void was no longer a void. It was a sea of pure, incandescent annihilation, a swirling, chaotic vortex of crimson and blue.

The Primordial Mana-Flame Wyrms, dozens of them, soared through this impossible ocean, their azure scales shimmering with the light of a billion dying Wheels.

The Primordial Fireballs were not just projectiles; they were miniature, collapsing fold suns, each one a testament to a power that had decided the workings of existence were merely a suggestion!

All of existence felt like a thick, roiling sea of scorching blue crimson plasma and lava, and any creatures that were less than 2 Quintillion in power would melt in this environment alone!

In the far distance of this grand blue crimson sea, The Infiniverse could be seen swimming like a protected egg that would never be targeted by this damage.

Scorching tendrils of Mana permeated all around. All sound ceased, consumed by the single, terrible, and glorious hum of burning, liquid reality!

There was only Mana.

Only! Mana!

In the far, impossible distance, Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux had long since made their exit, their paradoxical forms a distant, forgotten memory in this new, terrifying reality.

They wrre unknown Gigaparsecs away, alongside all the Living Existences that had been here!

In the very heart of this apocalyptic storm, when the scorching, molten flows of Mana momentarily parted, a figure floated.

It was Noah, but he was no longer a man. He looked like a celestial devil beast, a being of pure, unadulterated, and glorious wrath!

His entire body was bathed in the brilliant, molten light of his own creation, and from his eyes and his mouth, endless beams of crimson-blue light shot out, a relentless, tyrannical artillery that carved through the very fabric of the Collapse.

His hands were plunged into the chests of two Dead Existential Armors, his arms overflowing with the same crimson-blue Mana flames, actively melting the pristine, obsidian armor he held.

Corpses of dozens of Dead Existential Armors lay all around him, melting before they inadvertently disappeared!

He wanted to kill, and he had now killed!

His gaze, a thing of pure, conceptual fire, was fixed on the distant, struggling figures of the Prime Dead Early Creatures.

They moved like ants in a boiling pot, the brilliant, unique lights of their own Principles flaring around them as they desperately tried to withstand the unending, suffocating tide of his power.

At such a pivotal moment, as his will was a raging inferno against the dying light of his enemies, a new series of prompts bloomed before his eyes.

|A profound and absurd, level of effort has been detected. You are in the process of single-handedly decimating an enemy force whose individual members exceed your own power by a factor of three or more. The scale of this fight is unlike any other.|

|The [Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest] has been spurred to an unprecedented, final growth.|

|The Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest... has reached full bloom, 100%.|

|It now erupts. It now blooms. It is now... a full Principle.|

BOOM!

A new light, a new power, a new truth, erupted from the very core of Noah’s being.

Oh!

He felt it!

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