Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3615

Chapter 3615 Complexities and Contradictions! IV

What a sad life he led!

Noah uttered such words as Ashmole couldn't help but look at him incredulously before he laughed, his enlarging hand holding his belly as if what was said was the funniest thing he heard.

"Man, the main character syndrome has delved itself in you more than any others. You do not have to pity my life. I have lived for cycles. I have taken many lovers and have had many children. I have lived as a peasant, and ruled as an emperor. I have worked for the Commonwealth in one Frequency, and commanded the Commonwealth in others. I have joined the Watchers of Wheelomachy in some and even waged war against Singed in others. I have lived…Osmont, I have lived!"

HUUM!

His words were resonant and filled with power as the quality of undeniability around him became even more intense, the Nine Pointed Star on his chest beginning to spin like an engine as his weavings released a devouring light that tainted and usurped anything nearby.

Noah looked at this as he shook his head.

"If you have lived this much, then it might be time for you to die, Ashmole."

…!

In his hands, multiple statues of himself appeared. Ashmole gazed towards him coldly as at such a moment…

BZZT!

In the distance, space fluctuated as from the golden strings of existence, a figure made of light manifested.

Humanoid.

Adorned in a green gold robe.

And on his chest…a dazzling Nine Pointed Star could be seen. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

What Ashmole had on his chest seemed to be a mere imitation as this Nine Pointed Star seemed genuine.

Complete.

And at this moment, this Nine Pointed Star had many Sockets that held multicolored Gems shimmering with the light of the Megalos themselves!

Noah looked at the newly appearing being calmly as he sent Severed Extractor to do its job, but he found that the entity he was looking at…was not actually here for him to study his Source!

Ashmole turned and looked towards this being coldly as he spoke with a hint of anger.

"The Peacemaker comes to join the fray? Why now? My dear Gem Master, do you anomalies share the same senses?"

The Peacemaker. Gem Master!

Noah heard this name as he raised his brows, thinking back to the weavings he had heard from another conversation he had not too long ago!

The man who appeared in the distance buzzed with weavings of a Source as it was not too clear whether he was Lesser, Greater, or Prime as it seemed to fluctuate.

He placed his hand on his chest as he looked towards Noah briefly before his gaze locked onto Ashmole!

|I came across the knowledge that the moment to make or break you had arrived. If you are to succeed, my peace might be ruined in the future, so I came back to this place that I truly did not want to return to, even in this limited capacity…to ensure your failure, Ashmole. To ensure my peace.|

HUUM!

Cold, dreadful words.

And yet they caused Ashmole to smile and nod sadly.

"Yes. My other selves that I have been sharing memories with this whole time…I have ordered them all to die. Do you anomalies understand the weight of that? This…moment that will make or break me as you so said, Peacemaker, is a moment of extreme sadness filled with death. So why not just leave this old man be? After years of studying existence, I am about to change my status from a mere Channeler of Existence…to a Transcendent Channeler of Existence. Free from the influence of others, and capable of doing unfathomably more. After I attain that…I will just do my own thing. There will be no karma between us."

…!

His body gradually became rigid and stable as even while he was finishing his speech, Noah had already unwound a Tzar Versepiercer as it shone with a heartshaking allure.

And the Peacemaker…had already pulled back a bowstring as an arrow shimmering with multicolored brilliance of multiple Megalos buzzed!

"You have lived, Ashmole. It is just time for you to die."

Noah's expression was calm as he released a Versepiercer.

And the Peacemaker gazed out coldly as he released his bowstring and supplemented.

"For my peace, you have to fail, Ashmole."

…!

HUUUM!