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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5221: Glory! II
Chapter 5221: Glory! II
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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.
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!
He was back before the crater finished forming.
THE Infinite Step. He emerged from the detonation point and drove both the crimson Bellum swords orbiting his form directly at Ragnar’s neck and chest simultaneously, redirecting their orbital paths into converging attack vectors while his remaining hand released a concentrated stream of Infinity singularities at point-blank range, filling the space between them with scorching projectiles that covered every escape vector Ragnar’s body occupied!
The swords bent around Ragnar’s neck without cutting!
Oh!
OH!
The singularities detonated against his chest and produced a brief flash of light and nothing else!
"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!"
He released the sword and hit Noah with it.
BOOM!
The impact sent Noah spinning through the air above the Wandering Territories, the specific rotational quality of being struck by one’s own weapon carrying an insult that the pain intensified. His multicolored scales cracked!
Noah righted himself.
He activated THE Absolute Superbius Ego simultaneously with his Apeiron form rather than replacing one with the other, the two expressions running in parallel, the golden Pride of Absolute Superbius pressing outward from his scaled form as he drove directly at Ragnar with every ounce of compound authority his current configuration could produce.
The golden Pride washed over Ragnar.
Ragnar...walked through it.
"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!
He grabbed Noah by the remaining arm.
What followed was not a sustained engagement in the conventional sense. It was systematic. Ragnar moved with the specific efficiency of a being who had assessed the situation, determined the most direct path to the desired outcome, and was executing that path without stylistic flourishes.
He drove Noah into the Wandering Territories’ substrate face-first!
BOOM!
Pulled him out!
BOOM!
Drove him in again from a different angle.
"You’re sturdy for something that shouldn’t be standing at Paleozoic Scale at all," Ragnar said conversationally, his grip maintaining its hold through Noah’s attempts to use THE Infinite Step to disengage.
"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."
He swung Noah into a cluster of the remaining Gilded Ones who had been maintaining the chain perimeter, the bodies scattering outward from the impact zone like fucking bowling bowls as many grumbled, but only moved away as if even they wanted to avoid Ragnar!
THE Infinite Step brought Noah back as he continued relentlessly, treating this as adversity!
So what if he was being beaten? Being beaten wss another form of training and adversity as he would grow from it! Until even this impossible mountain of Ragnar...would be overcome!
BOOM!
He hit Ragnar from behind with both Bellum Cause swords fully empowered, the crimson lightning arcing across the impact surface, THE Infinity Devour reaching for anything in Ragnar’s foundations that the capability could grip, his tail and his clawed hand and the Absolute Superbius all operating simultaneously at full output as his invisible Pillar of Infinity blazed!
Ragnar turned around languidly amidst all this and...
BOOM!
THE Dominion Cause erupted from his left hand, the authority that existence arranges itself into hierarchies pressing down on Noah’s foundations with the foundational weight of a truth that had been present since before the Gilded Ones had existed to channel it. Noah’s Apeiron scales absorbed sixty percent. The remaining forty percent hit his Civilization, his Cause connections, his Hadean Pillar’s accumulated authority, and pressed all of it toward a lower position in the hierarchy the Cause was asserting.
THE Bellum Cause erupted from Ragnar’s right hand simultaneously, the foundational truth of conflict expressing itself through the specific application of a being who had incorporated it into his existence so thoroughly that deploying it was simply a matter of deciding where to point what he already was.
The two Causes together converged on Noah’s Primus Apeiron form!
Noah met it.
He met it with everything. His Infinity! His Civilizations! THE Absolute Superbius Pride pushed back against THE Dominion Cause’s hierarchical assertion with the full weight of its own sovereign declaration!
For a single extended moment, the outputs balanced!
It was shocking! He, who should barely be in THE Ordovician Paleozoic Scale in terms of power, stood against a monstrous Silurian!
Ragnar looked at him across the convergence point with an expression of genuine surprise, the brutal smile present but different!
"Buddy boy..." he said.
Then he pushed harder.
The balance broke.
Noah’s defenses came apart in the specific sequence of a structure that had been holding beyond its rated capacity and had finally encountered the force that exceeded what holding beyond capacity could accommodate. The Bellum swords were bounced away. His remaining hand was caught. His tail was pinned!
Ragnar looked at him from close range and smiled with a sense of...mad thrill and ecstasy.
He took Noah’s head in one hand and his legs in the other, and...
He pulled.
The sound that followed was the sound of an existence being separated from itself against its will, the specific register of damage that Apeiron engineering had been designed to transmit in full because full transmission was the mechanism, and Noah felt every detail of the separation with the comprehensive clarity!
He felt all the pain!
He gazed at Ragnar coldly and completely, thanking this masochistic fucker for this adversity!
Ragnar held both halves and looked at him with something that was almost respect.
"See you next time, buddy boy. In another life..."
BOOM!
Before Ragnar finished talking, Noah’s existence exploded!
The explosion that followed was not a Kilonova.
The Apeiron engineering had been designed for the one-mile standard. What detonated from the Primus Apeiron’s collapse was not standard. It was the full accumulated reserves of Nearu Absolute Infinity that had been compressed into the Primus Apeiron form across the entire engagement, the Infinity Devour’s total intake from Prabhavati and her colleagues and every Gilded One the engagement had touched, the compound weight of everything Noah had consumed and generated and drawn from Adelheid’s bond throughout the past minutes, all of it releasing simultaneously from a single point in the Wandering Territories in a sphere that did not stop at one mile.
It did not stop at one light-year.
The detonation expanded outward at the speed that things moving outward from a Primus Apeiron collapse expanded, which was faster than the Gilded Ones present had any framework to respond to, and the radius it covered before the detonation’s energy was finally distributed across sufficient volume to dissipate was an entire gigaparsec.
Every Gilded One within that gigaparsec felt their Infinity leave them.
Not reduced. Not diminished. Departed, pulled outward through every channel they possessed by the Infinity Devour that the explosion had distributed across every point within its radius simultaneously, their cultivation capacity dropping with the sudden sick disorientation!
Prima Custos Ragnar V49 looked at the dissipating detonation with a furiously ecstatic gaze as from him...crimson gold blood gushed out!
A dying enemy...had wounded him!
