Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4443

Chapter 4443: Infinite Hunger! VIII

Floating far above, Noah observed such prompts as his eyes only shone brighter with satisfaction.

He watched the emergence of utter glory unfolding below with an expression of pride and anticipation.

The process that should have required full hour for all few million to complete their formation occurred instantly...the temporal compression from Perpetual Harvest and Cheating Architect ensuring no wasteful delays.

The humanoid forms of the Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger took shape with terrifying beauty.

They appeared as massive titanic humanoids with obsidian-blue tentacled skin, their entire bodies lined by ancient and glorious golden tentacle glyphs that pulsed with inner light.

Wings composed of golden tentacles fanned out behind them like banners of authority.

They looked like imposing figures made of roiling, sinewy blue-obsidian tendrils...possessing the overall humanoid shape, but distinctly monstrous and alien in execution.

Each face was humanoid yet predatory and animalistic, and their eyes shone with crimson intensity that spoke of Infinite Hunger burning within.

They appeared one by one, their emergence causing existence itself to tremble all around as each one radiated utterly terrifying and imposing air of concentrated power.

The crystalline ground cracked beneath their feet as reality strained to accommodate their presence.

The moment their bodies finished forming, they moved with synchronized precision, gloriously kneeling toward Noah, Ozymandias, and Khor with gestures of absolute submission and devotion.

Their booming words began ringing out with heavy voices that echoed across the Early Veiled Shore.

"We are born of Infinite Mana and Infinite Hunger. We are the Blades forged in the crucible of your Civilization’s emergence! Our existence is dedicated to the protection and advancement of the Primordial framework that birthed us!"

HUUM!

The first formed Primus Inevitability spoke these words, and others joined him as they repeated identical proclamation. Their voices merged into chorus of absolute loyalty!

"We swear upon the Infinite quality of our Hunger that we shall devour all obstacles that stand before our Civilization! We shall consume every threat, every enemy, every impediment to your ascension! Our appetite knows no bounds, for we carry the gift of endless growth within our fundamental architecture!"

More voices joined, creating thunderous declaration!

"We are the shields that shall absorb all damage dealt to our Civilization! We are the armor that shall protect our sovereign’s existence! We are the weapons that shall carve pathways through hostile territories! Our loyalty is absolute! Our hunger is infinite! Our purpose is singular- the triumph of Mana and Hunger across all of existence!"

The vows continued!

"We pledge our existence to the Primordial Civilization of Mana and Hunger. We pledge our Infinite Hunger to fuel its advancement. We pledge our capabilities to serve as instruments of your will! Command us, and we shall obey without hesitation! Direct us, and we shall execute without failure! We are your extension, your manifestation, your army born of Civilizational Authority!"

The final declaration rang out with weight that made even the distant auroras pulse in response.

"For the Infinite Light of Mana! For the Endless Hunger that drives all growth! We stand ready to serve!"

...!

The scene was utterly magnificent...millions of titanic beings kneeling in perfect synchronization, their crimson eyes fixed upon Noah, Ozymandias, and Khor with devotion.

Noah descended slowly toward the first one to emerge...the entity whose voice had initiated the chorus of vows.

He landed before this being with expression mixing curiosity and glory.

"What is your name?" Noah asked.

All the chants and vows ceased immediately the moment Noah spoke, as if his words carried priority that overrode all other considerations.

The first Primus Inevitability responded with a voice carrying absolute certainty!

"I am merely your loyal blade. Your extension. Your instrument of Infinite Hunger. I am Protos, the First of this generation, born to serve the Primordial Civilization that granted me existence."

HUUM!

"Then Protos, you shall have the honor to become my shield, my armor, my blade. You shall be the first to demonstrate the Hunger and Mana Symbiosis that defines your generation."

His hand reached out toward Protos, and the Primus Inevitability also reached out with sense of fervor that transcended simple obedience!

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