Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4849

Chapter 4849: Silver Platter!

Noah looked at the scene with shining eyes.

At this moment, definitely, the ranking had changed in his perception. THE Primordial Paradox was really up there. Perhaps higher than anyone else he had encountered. The casual nature of his dominance, the effortless way he handled beings that would have required Absolute’s full attention and resources to even challenge...

It was something else entirely.

And in the next moment, this calm figure of THE Primordial Paradox turned to stare at the torn Impundulu heaving atop the ship.

He did all of this while holding another Absolute in his hands.

Popobawa continued to struggle and sought to erupt with Embodiments, with Declarations, with anything that might break the grip that held it. Each attempt failed. Each effort was negated before it could even fully form.

THE Primordial Paradox regarded the split form of Impundulu with contemplative eyes.

"This one’s Weavings are already unraveling."

His voice was clinical, detached.

"What remains of its existence is not protected by its former wholeness. Its defenses are not present. Its resistance is not capable of withstanding sufficient weight."

He paused.

"Anyone who is capable of applying adequate authority relating to The First Tongue will not be prevented from collapsing what remains."

BOOM!

The Apophasis settled over Impundulu like a death sentence written in negation. Its already torn form shuddered as the last of its protections were systematically removed. Not destroyed. Simply declared to not exist.

Noah looked on with shining eyes as truly and ridiculously, the figure of THE Primordial Paradox turned to him with an expression of generous offering.

"THE Tongue Whisperer."

The title felt strange to hear applied to himself, but Noah accepted it without visible reaction.

"I have already set the table for you."

THE Primordial Paradox gestured toward the heaving, split form of Impundulu with his free hand, the other still wrapped around Popobawa’s neck.

"If you possess the capability, you can collapse this Absolute and obtain what you can from it."

His obsidian eyes glinted.

"This other one I want to consume myself."

...!

The actions of THE Primordial Paradox continued to be utterly dominating.

In the next moment, he turned to the Absolute he held in his hands. Popobawa’s singular eye widened with terror that transcended anything it had displayed before, because it could sense what was coming.

THE Primordial Paradox opened his mouth unnaturally wide.

His jaw extended beyond what any humanoid form should have been capable of, obsidian features stretching to accommodate an opening that could swallow things far larger than the entity he held. It was not a mouth anymore. It was a void given the shape of consumption.

"I am not incapable of consuming that which I hold."

His voice emerged despite his impossible gape!

"My hunger is not limited by the nature of my prey. My digestion is not prevented by the power of what I devour."

BOOM!

The Apophasis of self-negation took effect.

And the existence of Popobawa, THE Singular Eye, began to be pulled into that impossible mouth as if it were nothing more than smoke being drawn into a vacuum. The Absolute’s form stretched and distorted, its crimson eye blazing with final desperate power as everything it was flowed toward the void that THE Primordial Paradox had made of himself.

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