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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5667: Never Fair!
Chapter 5667: Never Fair!
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THE Sundered Scion of Sovereign and Immense did not die from the severed seam. It shrieked, thrashing in the ruined courtyards of THE Serenaros, but it did not collapse. The abomination simply adapted to the tear in its own reality.
It abandoned the elegance of its executioner protocols. It stopped trying to erase Noah and Descartes cleanly. Instead, the Scion wrapped its colossal obsidian crimson body in three unknown Provenance Causes simultaneously, pulling dense, blinding waves of THE Argent Loom directly from the surrounding crossing-dark to act as a physical cast over its broken chest.
It turned itself into a battering ram of pure, unadulterated mass!
In a single nanosecond, THE Sundered Scion attacked forty times.
HUUM!
Noah met the onslaught with his own body. He did not step back. He threw himself directly into the blinding white and obsidian storm, his 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks screaming under the sheer kinetic impact of an entity bred by the architects.
CRACK!
A spear-claw the size of a mountain ridge smashed through Noah’s. The blow shattered his left shoulder, tearing the crimson gold flesh away and exposing the stellar blue-gold marrow beneath.
Noah did not retreat as he weaponized the agony!
He drove his unbroken right fist directly into the Scion’s lower eye, his knuckles wrapped in countless localized event horizons of Sanguine Mana.
The eye burst in a spray of thick, unreadable fluid.
The Scion retaliated instantly, sweeping a Loom-wrapped tail across Noah’s ribs. The impact shattered his ribcage.
Noah spat blood, his endlessly blue eyes burning as he activated his immensity!
|THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist Mantle is invoked.|
|You author The Trope of the Unyielding Bastion.|
|Probability bends. The lethal trajectory of the enemy’s strikes is forced into a predictable rhythm.|
He forced the Scion to fight on his tempo. Descartes stood on the periphery, bleeding, yet the old philosopher never stopped working.
Whenever the Scion raised a limb to deliver a killing blow, Descartes applied Methodological Doubt. He denied the physical reality of the specific joint, causing the colossal arm to stutter and lose its density for a fraction of a second.
Noah exploited every single stutter.
He drove Infinite Sanguine Blood Drops into the joints. He tore away plates of obsidian crimson flesh with his bare hands. He absorbed catastrophic damage, allowing his pristine vessel to be pulverized and restitched in a continuous, grueling loop of destruction and generation!
He grew stronger and stronger through the brutal battle!
Minutes passed.
Against a creature possessing a Dimensionality that defied the Records, a minute of direct physical combat felt like an epoch of uninterrupted torture. The rusted mountains of THE Serenaros were entirely pulverized. The ground was melted into a sea of slag and stellar blue-gold light.
Finally, Noah saw the opening.
Descartes stepped forward, raising both hands, and applied a massive, concentrated burst of The Cogito directly to the Scion’s fractured mind, forcing it to question its own existence for a single, devastating moment.
The beast froze.
Noah launched himself from the sea of slag. He poured the absolute maximum output of his Infinite Sanguine Mana into his right leg, executing a descending strike that carried the localized weight of THE Infiniverse itself.
THE Infiniverse, now holding the weight of Thousands of Observable Existences! Its immensity filled him!
His heel cleaved through the dense white Loom-cast and smashed directly into the top of the Scion’s head.
BOOM...CRACK!
The impact drove the abomination face-first into the ruined ground. The remaining eight gold eyes rolled upward, the cold light within them dimming into nothingness. The massive limbs went entirely slack as Authority and Causes fizzled out as if they could no longer endure!
The sheer, oppressive aura of THE Sundered Scion faded!
Noah dropped to the ground, his chest heaving. He was covered in his own blood, his pristine skin marred by dozens of gory, exposed fractures that were currently knitting themselves back together.
He looked at the fallen beast.
He did not let his guard down as stupidly...
WAA!
A blinding, impossible light erupted from the corpse of the abomination!
The dim gold eyes did not reopen. Instead, the white seams of THE Argent Loom across its body violently multiplied. They tore through the obsidian crimson flesh, rewriting the biological structure of the beast in real-time.
From its massive, ruined back, two colossal, extending wings of pure white Loom-light burst outward!
|A hidden Provenance Cause has been triggered within the vessel of the enemy.|
|THE Cause of the Undying Cycle is active.|
|The architect authored a second life into their executioner. The physical parameters have been reset and elevated.|
The winged Scion rose from the slag, its form now a terrifying, pure horror of white light and obsidian blood.
Noah stared at the prompt, his endlessly blue eyes narrowing into slits. He spat a mouthful of stellar blood onto the ground.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Hey! Come on!"
HUUM!
The winged Scion did not wait for them to recover. It beat its colossal wings once, and the sheer kinetic force of the motion tore a vacuum in the center of the Dimension.
The second phase of the battle was infinitely worse than the first.
The Scion was faster. Its strikes carried the added conceptual weight of the Undying Cycle. Noah and Descartes were pushed to the absolute brink of their existences.
Descartes was forced to abandon his calculated philosophical strikes and simply erect walls of absolute doubt, denying the space between them and the Scion to prevent them from being physically erased. Noah fought with a brutal, unhinged ferocity, his Infinite Sanguine Mana flooding the Dimension until the air itself was a thick, suffocating ocean of crimson gold.
They tore it down piece by piece.
Noah lost his left arm. He regenerated it in a burst of rage and drove his newly formed hand directly through the wing’s joint, snapping the Loom-construct entirely. He was a gory, mutilated butcher, his regal crimson robes reduced to bloody rags, but he refused to yield a single inch of ground.
Another grueling, brutal set of minutes dragged on.
Noah realized that cutting the seams was not enough. To kill this thing permanently, he had to separate the sovereign from the architect entirely. He had to ruin its truth beyond any capacity to heal!
He waited for Descartes to create a window.
The philosopher dropped his hands, allowing the Scion to lunge forward, and applied something familiar now that noah affirmed to be Mind-Body Dualism to the creature’s forward momentum, severing its spatial awareness. The beast missed Noah by a fraction of a millimeter.
Noah stepped directly into the Scion’s side.
He reached out with both hands, his fingers digging deep into the ruined, severed chest cavity he had opened in the first phase. He grabbed the thickest clusters of THE Argent Loom in his left hand, and he grabbed the raw, pulsing obsidian crimson flesh of the Immense blood in his right.
He braced his feet against the beast’s ribcage!
He called upon his 200 Decillion Quarks, his PONDUS, his VERITAS, and his absolute Teloi!
"I AM!"
WAA!
Noah pulled his hands apart.
He did not just tear flesh. He physically and conceptually ripped the two halves of the abomination’s existence away from each other!
CRACK!
The sound defied description. It was the noise of a fundamental truth being broken over a knee.
Noah tore the Scion entirely in half!
The white wings and the Loom-weavings shrieked and dissolved into useless, scattered threads of light. The obsidian crimson half collapsed into a dead, rotting pile of inert Primeval matter. The contradiction was resolved. The truth was divided!
BOOM!
Noah was flung backwards like a ragdoll as grand, cascading prompts rushed into Noah’s vision, bathing his ruined, bloody body in the light of an impossible victory!
|You have successfully divided the truth of an architect’s creation.|
|THE Sundered Scion of Sovereign and Immense has been permanently eradicated.|
|A profound act of generation through destruction has occurred. You have survived the direct, unmitigated weight of Those Who Remain, and you have shattered it with your own hands.|
|Your Trueness cannot be argued with.|
|VERITAS: 51|
|PROVENANCE: 49|
|POTENTIA: INFINITE|
|PONDUS: 49|
|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: 75|
His VERITAS tore through the wall of fifty! His other attributes sat heavily at forty-nine, ready to spill over the edge.
Noah dropped the chunks of dead matter from his hands.
He stood in the center of THE Serenaros, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged, bloody gasps. He looked around!
The Dimension was torn to absolute waste. There were no courtyards left. The purple gold mountains were gone. The sky was an empty, scarred void. The ground was replaced by a vast, churning sea of his own Infinite Sanguine Mana, littered with the shattered fragments of reality.
He swept his gaze across the ruin.
The millions of Inhibited True Lifeforms were gone, erased by the Scion’s opening scream. The thousands of Veiled Descendants, the Enforcers, and the Wardens he had planned to use to corrupt the Pax were completely eradicated.
There was only one survivor from the army he had claimed.
Far in the distance, kneeling on a floating chunk of rusted metal, was Mahishasura. The Descendant was bleeding from every orifice, his amber gold eyes dull, his pristine coat ruined. He had survived only because his Ordination of THE SHIELD and his depth had allowed him to barely weather the conceptual eradication.
Everyone else was dead.
An army of Descendants, an entire mountain of assets, shredded without even having the chance to strike a single blow.
Noah looked at the lone survivor, and a cold, heavy realization settled and was affirmed as something he already knew into his bones.
Anything apart from him was useless.
He could claim armies. He could weave entire Dimensions into his fold. But when the true weight of existence descended, when the architects actually looked down and sent their tools, numbers meant absolutely nothing. The followers would only ever be ash in the wind.
As a human, even though it could be terribly lonely, one had to always rely on themselves.
Noah looked over at Descartes. The old philosopher was leaning heavily against a shattered pillar, his immaculate robes ruined, his breathing shallow. THE Primordial Paradox and THE Living Paradox were ashen around him in constant paradoxical states.
Descartes had fought brilliantly as his handicap were protecting his disciples too. He was a monster in his own right. It was human to work together, and Noah respected the old man!
But he could never rely on him. He could not rely on Thalia. He could not rely on any others!
The tools of Those Who Remain alone had been enough to almost kill him today. If he wanted to survive all that was coming, he had to become the only variable that mattered.
Because this was existence.
And existence was never fair!
