Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5343

Chapter 5343: Action IV

Back in THE Braneworld Observable Existence, Noah gazed at Alexander.

He sensed his friend’s existence changing rapidly. The Enneagram embedded in Alexander’s chest was absorbing and filtering everything that came pouring in, the seas of extracted weavings from millions of Gilded Ones, refining the raw torn power before it bathed Alexander’s existence.

Alexander bent down with tremendous effort, the incoming flood overwhelming, his body straining to contain the power of millions without coming apart at the foundations.

By the time the absorption settled, the refined power Alexander had taken in would be more than sufficient for a grand foundation across Vakochev’s Scales of Existence, enough that he would soon be readying himself to form his own Akashic Civilizational Intent, or at least Noah believed.

Noah did not yet have his Infinite Scales prepared for others to walk. He could steer Alexander toward that path later, once he had finalized and opened it. For now, Vakochev’s Scales would serve the man well.

But as he watched Alexander struggle to contain the power without exploding, Alexander raised his head.

"What," he asked, voice strained but defiant, "else do you have planned?"

BOOM!

His eyes were filled with defiance and a bloody Peace!

The Peacemaker might truly be back. Noah smiled.

"Next is a revolution," he said. "I have a Luxuria body that I plan to elevate among the Gilded Ones, to make into a Ruler of the Luxuria, the ones who have been used as pleasure sacks for eons. There is a crazy emotional lifeform who wants to help out there."

" With my Luxuria Ego of Infinity, I can influence them easily and have them follow me, and I will start systematically fracturing the structure of the Gilded Ones in this Observable Existence. Luxuria will rise against Superbius and all the rest, and from there, I will see."

He shrugged faintly.

"A lot of my plans form as things change. But for now."

Noah gazed down.

Below, mushroom clouds of Infinity rose from the decimated citadel, the silver towers of THE Quietus Silvanus broken and smoking, the structures of an advanced civilization reduced to rubble.

The stripped Gilded Ones roared in rage among the ruins, millions of them reduced to the raw foundations of their bodies, their power torn away. And among them moved the more dangerous ones, the fifty-nine Fourth Scale Gilded Ones who had survived the extraction with their power still standing, their Akashic Civilizational Intents beginning to rise as they searched for who had done this.

He had a few seconds. Less than a minute, perhaps, before heavy reinforcements arrived.

He did not yet have the capability to face a Fifth Scale Gilded One, and if THE Magna Sorora deployed such a being, or if the Braneworld held them in numbers, this body would be in genuine danger. He did not know how many Mesozoic Scale beings the Braneworld held.

So.

Noah’s body erupted with THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian, and he made himself visible.

The instant he appeared, multiple Intents from the decimated citadel locked onto him, the surviving Fourth Scale Gilded Ones finding the source of their ruin. Noah’s figure transformed, growing titanic, his form rising in the skies above THE Quietus Silvanus until he loomed imposing over the rubble, and he gazed down coldly at the rising Akashic Civilizational Intents!

Inside him, THE Primordial Source budded, his entire existence at the precipice of a change he did not yet understand.

His other body was about to begin a spar against a Mesozoic Scale being. In the face of all of that, what were these Fourth Scale Gilded Ones?

He assessed their Intents and found them...manageable. First and second rarity, almost all of them, Naiad and Nereid Intents. Only one among the fifty-nine carried a third-rarity Titan Intent.

An Olympian Intent.

"To me," she said, her voice carrying across the farm, "Fourth Scale entities, with all their power and all their pride, may as well be children standing against an adult. It is not arrogance to say it. It is simply where the Scales place us." She regarded him with calm amusement.

"So I will only unleash my Intent, as a handicap. I will not use my power at THE Mesozoic Scale at all. That would teach us nothing except how quickly you can be ended, and the point is not to end you. The point is...to see you."

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