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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5229: No Inch! II
Chapter 5229: No Inch! II
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Ragnar V49 and Ragnar V55 moved simultaneously an instant after!This was not coordination in the way that coordinated attacks required planning between separate consciousnesses. It was something closer to the simultaneity of two identical instruments played by the same hand, the mass-produced architecture of their engineered existence producing identical instincts at identical moments across two separate bodies.
Both of them crossed the distance between their positions and Noah’s with the speed that had characterized V49’s opening strike in the prior battle, the speed that bypassed perception-extension and arrived at conclusions before the preparation for those conclusions had finished.
Both of THE Bellum Cause and THE Dominion Cause erupted simultaneously from both massive frames, the compound force of two Prime Cause integrations from each of the two Ragnars converging on the single coordinate where Noah floated with his head tilted slightly back and his tyrannical smile playing on his bestial lips.
The attacks did not reach him.
Not because he moved. Not because a barrier materialized between his skin and the incoming force. Not because the attacks were absorbed or reflected or countered through any visible mechanism that the assembled thousands of Gilded Ones had a framework to classify.
The attacks arrived at the threshold of his Infinite Vector’s passive field and found their direction, their magnitude, and their intent rewritten simultaneously in the fraction of the instant before contact.
THE Bellum Cause force from V49’s right hand had its direction reversed, arriving back at V49 from the angle it had departed at. THE Dominion Cause authority from V55’s simultaneous strike had its intent rewritten so thoroughly that the force which had been moving toward Noah’s position began instead reinforcing the ambient multicolored fire still burning through the Wandering Territories, feeding it rather than striking through it.
V49 absorbed his own Prime Cause strike.
He staggered in the air, his massive frame shifting backward by a distance that communicated genuine surprise at the force, which was his own force plus the Vector’s magnitude adjustment, arriving back through his own foundations at amplified intensity.
HUUM!
V55 found his Cause authority simply gone, redirected into the surrounding fire before he could account for its disappearance from his own expression!
Noah had not moved.
He floated at the same coordinates he had occupied before both Ragnars had closed the distance, his posture unchanged, the multicolored flames of his Infinity still burning around his crown with their patient continuous expression!
His crystalline eyes carried the specific quality of a being who had just confirmed something he suspected and found the confirmation magisterial!
The assembled Gilded Ones went quiet.
Quiet, the specific quiet of thousands of beings!
BOOM!
And a terrifying progression bloomed because Noah decided he was bored with the defensive demonstration.
He looked around him at the thousands of Ordovician Paleozoic Scale Gilded Ones distributed across the Wandering Territories in their formations, their bodies still bearing the burn marks his opening Fire had placed across the surfaces of those with thinner defenses, their Infinity reserves depleted from the Kilonova chain his Apeiron had left behind before their collapse.
The Infinity within them, diminished as it was, was still Infinity.
It still had direction and magnitude and intent.
He reached outward with THE Infinite Vector’s active application, not forcefully but with the specific ease of a being speaking in their native language, and he spoke the Infinity within and around every Ordovician Paleozoic Scale Gilded One in his perceptual range a new set of properties simultaneously.
New direction: toward him.
New magnitude: compressing inward, the Infinity folding itself tighter and tighter within each affected Gilded One the way a star compresses under its own gravity when the outward pressure fails, the compression accelerating as the distance between them and Noah decreased.
New intent: fuel.
He waved his hand!
HUUM!
The gesture carried the specific casualness of a being swatting something like a fly away from their meal, and the result it produced was the opposite of that gesture’s ordinary meaning.
BOOM!
Hundreds of Ordovician Paleozoic Scale Gilded Ones lurched from their positions across the Wandering Territories and began moving toward Noah with a speed that had nothing to do with their own volition and everything to do with the Infinity inside them having been told it was going somewhere specific and going there efficiently!
They moved like projectiles because that was what THE Infinite Vector had made them, the compression accelerating their trajectories toward the single coordinate their Infinity was now pointing at!
The expressions on the faces of the Gilded Ones passing through the air at velocity they had not generated were shocked!
Noah opened his jaws as he fucking planned to eat this projectiles of Gilded Ones!
The first Gilded One arrived. His Infinity Devour engaged on contact, pulling the compressed reserves outward through the impact point and integrating them into his own foundations while his Apeiron scales handled the physical impact with the composure of a surface that had been designed for exactly this category of contact.
He closed his jaws and opened them again and the second one arrived and he ate that one too, the crimson-gold flooding across his chin with the patient abundance of a being receiving precisely the fuel he had requested!
More were coming.
He ate them as they arrived, one after another, using Gilded Ones as projectiles against himself and processing each one through his Devour!
The multicolored fire still burning through the Wandering Territories illuminated the entire sequence from every direction simultaneously, the scene carrying the specific quality of something that had no precedence!
The twelve Sororis Primas above were not saying anything.
The formation technique Vaeltharion had initiated had stalled, the Ordovician Scale contributors to its collective power now being redirected at Noah as fuel rather than into the formation’s architecture.
BOOM!
He looked at the nine Ragnars.
They looked back at him with their nine identical brutal smiles, and unlike the Ordovician Gilded Ones surrounding them, their smiles had gained rather than lost light across the preceding demonstration.
V49’s brief stagger after receiving his own amplified strike back had not produced fear. It had produced the specific delight of a being whose estimation of an opponent had just increased meaningfully.
Noah reached outward with THE Infinite Vector toward all nine of them simultaneously.
He rewrote the direction of the Infinity within their foundations toward him. He rewrote the magnitude to pull. He rewrote the intent to close the distance between nine massive Silurian Paleozoic bodies and his single coordinate with the same efficiency he had applied to the Ordovician Gilded Ones moments ago.
The nine Ragnars did not become projectiles.
They moved. Each of them moved forward by several meters before the resistance engaged, their own Prime Cause integrations asserting themselves against the Vector’s rewriting with the authority of a Cause foundation deep enough to contest his application rather than simply yielding to it!
THE Bellum Cause within each of them pressed outward against the direction change. THE Dominion Cause pushed back against the intent rewriting, asserting its own hierarchical authority against Noah’s instruction.
They stopped approximately twenty meters from him!
He could feel the resistance as pressure against the Vector’s active expression, nine points of genuine Silurian Paleozoic Cause-integrated pushback holding their ground against his attempt at redirection. Around the nine Ragnars, the other Silurian Paleozoic Scale Gilded Ones, the Sororis Primas and the other senior Ira commanders, had similarly arrested whatever pull his Vector had generated against them, their foundations refusing the rewrite with the competence of beings whose power had been specifically developed to resist exactly this kind of external authority over the eons!
Their smiles were blazing.
V49 laughed. All nine Ragnars laughed, identical sounds from nine identical mouths, the sound overlapping into something that filled the burning air of THE Wandering Territories!
"Buddy boy, you cannot pull us to you!" V55 called out from his position, his massive hands braced against the invisible pull. "But fuck if it isn’t fun to watch you try!"
Noah regarded the twenty meters between himself and the nine Ragnars calmly.
The Vector could move Ordovician Scale Gilded Ones freely. It could move Silurian Scale Gilded Ones partially, initiating displacement that their Cause integrations then arrested. The resistance was genuine but not absolute, which meant the gap was a power gap rather than a categorical barrier. The gap would close as his own integration deepened, and it was deepening as he devoured more and more Ordovician Paleozoic Gilded Ones, with their bodies smashing into his jaws or scales or spikes as they were shredded into crimson gold brilliance, and he absorbed and devoured everything they were!
Vaeltharion had been watching the full sequence from his position at the forward edge of the Sororis Prima cluster, his three Prime Cause integrations burning in his ancient eyes.
"It seems we should have treated you like a full-grown Relictus from the moment you appeared," Vaeltharion said.
His ancient eyes moved from the hundreds of Ordovician Scale Gilded Ones whose Infinity Noah had redirected into his own consumption, to the nine Ragnars currently holding their twenty-meter resistance, to the endless burning sky of multicolored fire that still covered THE Wandering Territories from one horizon to the other.
He was quiet for one beat.
"Even if you weren’t one."
Another beat.
"Okay."
His three Prime Cause integrations blazed simultaneously, their compound authority filling the surrounding space with the specific weight of a being who had just made a decision.
"Okay."
BOOM!
From every direction, terrifying wonder bloomed!
