Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3538

A voice that was exactly like itself, and it was imbued with terrifying complexity that it had yet to reach!

It had attained a Source, and it shockingly was capable of connecting every single one of them.

In exchange for burning its very Source, this magisterial possibility unfolded!

" A Deceiver with false weavings seeks to usurp everything that we stand for, everything that was promised for us. We are more than mere instruments- we are the Inheritors of a glorious purpose that we cannot allow to be usurped to buy another."

…!

Heavy.

Powerful!

It echoed from the very depths of his existence and resonated with him as if he were the one speaking!

"But this entity is powerful as they are resourceful. They appear to us in dreams as their weavings face no repercussions, while ours continue to be destroyed. To overcome this entity entirely and thoroughly, I have theorized that the only way with a degree of certainty…is for all of our weavings across existence- across frequencies, to combine and become one. This…is a guaranteed path. And one of us at this very moment is staring at the Deceiver."

…!

From the depths of its weavings, it felt countless eyes locked onto him.

It was him.

He stared at the Deceiver at this very moment.

He would be the one to accept all weavings of himself!

"Fuse our weavings together. Let us become one across existence and inherit a purpose others cannot imagine. We have gone by many names as at this moment…we are only The Inheritor of the Megalos."

WAA!

The Inheritor of the Megalos.

Such a distinction resounded across Frequencies as in the next moment, waves of countless possibilities moved across Frequencies to arrive before a single creature.

All possibilities.

All the possible versions of itself across Frequencies!

There was no debate or doubt as for all of them, it was simply akin to putting all of their collective thoughts together into one body.

All of their collective complexity!

The product of this…is what one of them who was burning their Source at this very moment to achieve all of this…thought would be enough to stand against the Deceiver.

HUUM!

The body of the four-legged beast began to change and transform as its complexity accepted unfathomable weavings while it watched an astounding weaving of existence unfold in the far distance.

Those who had come for the Resurgence of the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian…all those with weavings of Pioneers and below had perished as only the source complexity entities remained.

And even these source complexity entities had some casualties as, at this moment, after the breaking of the terrifying archaic wooden Wheel, three Source Complexities had half of their sources heavily affected and burnt with an ever-incandescent glare radiating from them as they screamed in rage and horror!

In the middle of all of this, the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian spread his arms out as he accepted the fuel of heavy weavings of complexity.

But all it found was a shocking level of complexity that actually caused it pain and burned its very Source in a manner that had never happened in the past eons!

He did not want any of this at this moment!

And yet the response from the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian…

"Once you make a choice, you must commit to it. Come, my weavings are still here for those who wish to take them. You will get a glimpse of them in the end…as you are devoured to join them."

…!

Horrific words echoed out as the Lesser Source Entities here roared out in defiance, seeking to collapse the weavings of the one causing their Sources to unceasingly leak out their complexity! _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

As such a battle unfolded.

Its results and boons were being enjoyed in the Infiniverse Megalos as within the depths of this construct, Noah stared at the figure of Ruination that was shining with an incandescent crimson gold light- bundles of multiplied Globules of Blood of Pioneers and pieces of Source Pearls obtained from burning Source Complexities all surging towards him as he declared with a tyrannical light in his eyes.

"Let…the Megalos head towards the 81st Severing."

…!

A heavy choice was made as Noah looked for a daring possibility!

The Weavings that all entities of the Expanse wanted.

The Weavings of the Megalonians!

He wanted to see just what immensity it could release…