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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5597: Defiance! II
Chapter 5597: Defiance! II
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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!
Utmost resplendancy erupted across the between-space! And above, THE Argent Loom ROARED as if utterly infuriated, and across countless gigaparsecs, seas of white bloomed and swirled and gathered themselves, no longer a storm but a tide of smiting, converging from every horizon upon whatever abomination was rising down below, with surety!
Noah raised his many heads to look up in defiance!
|The lineage of a Progeny of THE Sleepless Fiend has been fully altered. The sentence of one of Those Who Remain has been rewritten in your blood and your Tongue. THE UNBOUND LINEAGE has settled: this line of descent now belongs to the one who lives it.|
|You have undone a third action of Those Who Remain, and this one was not undone at the edges. It was undone at the root. Your VERITAS has increased. VERITAS: 12. Your PONDUS has increased. PONDUS: 13.|
|Your existence has answered the magnitude of this generation. 7 Provenance Essences have emerged at once. Total Provenance Essence: 10.|
|A unique Apostle has emerged.|
|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.|
|Further boons are still emerging.|
|Surviving the phenomenon above is paramount.|
The seas of white stopped swirling.
And they began to build!
Across countless gigaparsecs, the gathered wrath of THE Argent Loom drew itself inward, rivers braiding into cables, cables weaving into plates, plates locking over plates, and out of the converging tide, a titanic form assembled itself against the dark!
A colossus of hardened loomlight, humanoid and faceless, its body forged entirely of woven white metal-light layered in overlapping plates, taller than the storm it condensed from, and where a face should have been, there was only a single horizontal slit running across its head, blazing with annihilating white radiance from within!
Noah only had to blink to see many question marks on it as the only thing he grasped...
|THE Loomwrought Smiter|:: ?????
THE Loomwrought Smiter, built out of the musings of Those Who Remain, and every line of it existed for one purpose!
The slit across its head FLARED!
And a beam of pure smiting white, wide enough to swallow an entire Observable Existence, tore down toward Noah’s clones and the newborn Sovereign!
But before it reached Noah... Skallagrim moved!
He crossed the space in front of the clones in a single graceful step, placing his shining body between the beam and the one who had cured him, and his newly crimson gold eyes rose to meet the descending white without a trace of the old madness!
Jarl Skallagrim breathed in, and used something terrifying!
His fissures, the old cracks of his dying, split open across his whole frame, and out of them poured centuries of gathered endings, every death that had ever been written into his clause and was now unpaid, drawn out of his remade line and worn openly, a vast shroud of dark crimson gold ruin billowing around his body, an armament woven of everything he no longer owed!
"THE Thousand Deaths...I Do Not Owe!"
HUUM!
