Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5597

Chapter 5597: Defiance! II

Resplendent crimson gold light bloomed up through his fissures, through his opened chest, through the rot itself, Noah’s blood and Noah’s Osmontian Tongue filling the written line of this being from end to end, and the aura that began radiating off him was extremely unique, ancient sentence and living blood and unbound humanity all braided into one presense that existence had never once held before!

His paleness faded! His breathing steadied! And when his eyes opened, they had changed, swirling seas of crimson gold immensity turning where the shining madness had been!

And Jarl Skallagrim raised his own hand.

The vast majority of the surrounding existence... transformed INTO his hand!

Light years of the foamy dark simply became his palm and his fingers, the unquantified power of a Descendant expressing itself at last, and that hand of transformed existence closed around the descending storm and snuffed out the vast majority of it in a single grip, white lightning dying in fistfuls, snakes crushed mid-strike!

Curer and cured, side by side, fighting the calamity of THE Argent Loom together!

And below them, the last Steed broke.

It shook in terror under the burning sky, and its voice tore out of it in a scream!

"We shouldn’t go against Them! We should live and die as they wish! We should not rebel! Ah!"

The steed was fearful at the storm all around as Noah glanced down coldly before he answered!

His voice rolled out of nine mouths across the storm-torn dark, tyrannical and calm at once, and even the lightning seemed to fall quieter around it.

"Live and die as they wish? That storm is the opinion of old things. It is human to rebel against old things. It is human to look at an order that grinds the small into the dirt and ask WHO DECIDED THIS?!"

HUUM!

His words boomed as he expressed his trueness, the philosophy of who he was as THE True Human Emperor and what humanity...stood for.

"Questioning, rebellion, revolution, the refusal to kneel to arrangements we never agreed to... that is human!"

WAA!

His many eyes burned up at the wrathful white. "I question the motives of Those Who Remain. I question their sentences, their harvests, their weavings. And today in particular... I REJECT them!"

BOOM!

All nine clones erupted with invisible might as the last of his strength drove home, and inside Jarl Skallagrim, the final cursed weavings were altered, scorched out, and replaced, and the work reached... one hundred percent!

...!

Skallagrim’s entire body and existence began to shake!

A pillar of crimson gold light erupted from him, tearing up through the storm itself, and his voice rose inside it, cracking open with something no Cursed Descendant had ever been permitted to feel!

"Can it really be so? Is it truly so?!"

HUUM!

|JARL SKALLAGRIM has become a NOBLESSE BLOOD APOSTLE of the highest rarity: BLOOD SOVEREIGN. He is the first of his tier. Due to the uniqueness of his making, an altered lineage rather than a granted Mark alone, he holds his own level of independence: he may disagree with commands, and he may reject them.|

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