Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5221

Chapter 5221: Glory! II

The chains holding Noah began to slacken at their ends.

The Gilded Ones holding them were weaker than they had been thirty seconds ago, their collective tension reduced by the compound effect of multiple Kilonova detonations pulling at the Infinity that powered the chain configuration’s resistance. Noah felt the slackening in his palms and pulled.

The chains came toward him!

Dozens of Ira warriors were dragged forward by the collective mass of chain that Noah’s Primus Apeiron strength was now pulling against a resistance that had been meaningfully degraded, their footing lost, their coordinated formation breaking as individual Gilded Ones were forced toward the being they had been successfully containing seconds earlier!

His tail struck outward, finding the Ira warriors as they closed involuntarily against their will, skewering multiple in a single arc before the tail withdrew and struck again!

HUUM!

His jaws opened, taking what was closest, the crimson-gold blood reappearing at the corners of his mouth as his Infinity Devour processed the intake!

The devastation spread outward from his position in the specific manner of a confined storm that had just found a gap in its walls.

A storm!

Truly a storm!

Newly appearing Apeiron continued materializing throughout the region, each arrival adding to the chaos that the Kilonova chain was producing, each collapse feeding the next detonation, the compound effect degrading the Gilded assembly’s overall capacity in increments that individually seemed manageable and collectively were not.

It was, Noah’s Hadean Mind registered with the dry appreciation of a being watching their own design perform correctly under field conditions, working exactly as intended.

And then...something entered Observable Existence.

BOOM!

Space above the Wandering Territories shattered.

Not cracked. Shattered, the specific destruction of a medium that had been traversed at a speed for which the medium had not been given adequate preparation time, the dimensional fabric coming apart in the wake of something that had moved through it faster than the fabric’s self-repair capacity could compensate for.

A crimson light flashed across the entire region in a single instant that covered every coordinate simultaneously, and when the crimson light settled...the before and after had nothing in common.

Noah’s right shoulder and hand were gone.

Not struck. Not damaged. Scorched away and atrophied, the remains of the limb ending at a cauterized terminus that his Apeiron engineering was already attempting to address through its regenerative protocols.

The pain registered in full. The Apeiron engineering had not been designed to filter pain because pain was the mechanism. He felt every femtosecond of the limb’s removal as he had to feel this adversity!

Inches away, having covered whatever distance separated their prior positions and his current position in the interval the crimson flash had occupied, stood a newly arrived Gilded One.

Large. Muscular in the way of a being whose body had been built around the specific purpose of ending things, his frame raging with Ira authority that operated at a tier above every other Ira presence in the Wandering Territories by a margin that registered immediately and comprehensively.

His smile was brutal and familiar in a way that made no immediate sense given that Noah had no prior record of this specific face. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Not Ordovician Paleozoic.

Silurian Paleozoic. The second tier of THE Third Scale, carrying the specific density of a being whose cultivation had been compressing Paleozoic authority into his foundations for long enough that the compression had become the default state rather than the achieved one.

"Buddy boy."

The voice carried the specific cadence of someone who used this address habitually and found it adequate for all occasions.

"You’ve caused quite the mess here." The brutal smile did not move. "Who are you?"

...!

The mannerisms. The address. The specific quality of casual brutality delivered through the voice of someone who genuinely found the circumstances entertaining.

Noah did not know, but this was seemingly an identical copy of a being who was, at this precise moment, engaging THE Creature in THE Undefined Gaps at the same time!

|Entity Identification: Prima Custos Ragnar V49.|

Pillow Talk extended the notification.

|The subject is a cloned and engineered Ira Gilded One, of which there are many.|

...!

BOOM!

The power of two Prime Causes erupted from Prima Custos Ragnar V49’s form simultaneously, THE Dominion Cause and THE Bellum Cause blazing in both massive hands with the compound authority of a being who had been pulling from Prime Cause substrates long enough that the pulling was as natural as breathing.

His hands thundered downward with the full weight of both Causes behind them, the impact trajectory covering every spatial coordinate Noah’s remaining limbs occupied with the comprehensive certainty of a being who had done this many times!

"Haha, buddy boy, no words?"

The smile widened.

"Come on now!"

BOOM!

Noah moved first.

THE Infinite Step collapsed the distance between his position and Ragnar V49’s in the same instant the Prime Cause eruptions were still propagating outward from the massive hands, and his remaining clawed hand drove into the gap between the Causes’ trajectories with the full compound force of his Bellum Cause rings and his Apeiron engineering behind it, the crimson rings burning at maximum intensity around his forearm as the strike targeted the one coordinate Ragnar’s attack pattern had briefly vacated!

BOOM!

The contact landed.

Ragnar’s body did not move.

He just did not register the impact in any way that a body registers impacts, the force of Noah’s strike absorbing into Ragnar’s frame the way sound absorbs into dense material, present and then simply gone, the Silurian Paleozoic body having decided that what had just hit it was insufficient information to act on.

"Oh, there we go!" Ragnar’s smile broadened with genuine delight. "Hit me again, buddy boy, I could barely feel that one!"

Noah hit him again.

His tail drove into Ragnar’s midsection simultaneously, the spear-point of compressed Infinity at its tip delivering the full density of THE Infinity Devour on contact, attempting to pull Ragnar’s reserves outward through the impact point the way it had pulled Prabhavati’s Silurian Light apart earlier in the engagement!

HUUM!

There was nothing to pull.

"Haha, I was already briefed about you, buddy boy! No infinity in me right now!"

WAA!

Ragnar carried no Infinity reserves at this moment. His foundations did not operate through the Infinity substrate that the Devour capability had been designed to consume.

He drew on THE Dominion Cause and THE Bellum Cause directly, Prime Cause authority flowing through him as an integrated component of his existence rather than as an accessed resource, and Prime Cause authority at this level of integration had no Infinity surface for Noah’s engineering to grip.

The tail retracted as Ragnar moved!

BOOM!

The speed was the first genuinely new thing Noah had encountered as it seemed almost as fast if not faster than even Ubergulden Dietrich. Not fast in the way that Ordovician Paleozoic beings were fast, which was fast enough to require his Hadean Mind to stretch instants into extended perception to track!

Ragnar’s fist found Noah’s left side before Noah’s extended perception had completed its calculation of where Ragnar’s fist was going.

BOOM!

The impact drove him through the multicolored sea below for light years and through several layers of the Wandering Territories’ substrate beneath that, the force carrying through his Apeiron scales with enough residual power that the sixty percent Cause resistance his engineering provided absorbed its portion and the remaining forty percent registered through his foundations in full!

And yet...

WAA!

"That tickled a little, buddy boy" Ragnar reached out with one hand and caught one of the orbiting crimson swords mid-path, his grip closing around the Bellum Cause weapon with the casual confidence of a being for whom the Cause the weapon drew from was a native language rather than a foreign one.

He looked at it with genuine appreciation. "You’ve actually touched THE Bellum Cause, haven’t you? A Bounded thing with access to a Prime Cause." He turned the sword once in his grip.

"Fascinating. Genuinely fascinating. I’ll have to crack your foundations open later and see how you managed that!"

"Superbius?" He looked at the golden light covering his body with the expression of a being who had spent eons operating within Superbius authority and found its presence about as notable as weather.

"I work for THE Ubergulden House, buddy boy. I’ve been bathing in Superbius Pride since before your conception was a possibility anyone had considered."

BOOM!

"Whatever you are, you’ve got conviction! CON! VIC! TION! Haha, Buddy boy, you’ve got more conviction than half the Ira I’ve beaten up, and I’ve beaten a lot of Ira."

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