Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3393

Chapter 3393 Tyrannical Oppression! I

The whole situation was utterly surreal.

For Protector Lucretia, it even seemed like a nightmare!

The one she was bound to.

The one she felt stifled by even just thinking about! He now stood before her, his bodies layered on top of each other to show the culmination of terrifying power.

With multiple powerful Outerversal Morphons that seemed to come close to Savitar, they were entirely surrounded!

Yet…

Yet…!

Not a single movement was felt from the Outerversal Morphons even as Lucretia and Command Protector Valeria pulsed with trepidation.

Every passing millisecond that they waited for the eruption of shocking complexities, nothing happened!

They couldn't help but turn ahead towards the man walking forward and talking as if he was only taking a stroll.

He seemed to know everything that was going on as he walked across the stellar dark earth, eventually beginning to float up as he came to the eye line of the massive visage of the goat-headed Outerversal Morphon- the Great Ponderor!

Was it all him? This was all his doing? His sheer brilliance stopped the movements of all Morphons as he now stared directly at the most powerful one that gave the Commonwealth a great deal of trouble?!

"All the plotting has come to this point right here. All the twists and turns of causality since you set your eyes on me in that Half Tainted Omniverse. Is there anything else for you to say?"

The Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian had a calm expression as he asked the Great Ponderor.

And Nietzsche…had his weavings silently churning as his intent weaved out.

|One knows when to take a step back. I am willing to take this step back. I won't even fight back as you can consider this Body the price I am willing to pay to close off and sever the entangled weavings between us.|

…!

A Great One took a step down.

And yet…

The Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian shook his head!

"You do not fight back because you cannot. I care not for your body. I want what you first want to give out. Your dignity. Your honor. Your Megalos Regnum. And don't waste too much of my time either as the more time that passes, the more I will be inclined to collapse your weavings here and in the Pantheon of Umbra as well."

…!

His words caused the eyes of Nietzsche to vibrate and tremble!

He could see the words were not lies. Somehow, this being could legitimately reach out to even the Megalos Beyond- he could cover such a vast distance!

How? Through Savitar? No, that didn't make sense- he wasn't aura enough. Then who? Through who?!

These questions buzzed in the Great Ponderor as he listened to his weavings of danger once more.

They were overloaded in defeat at this moment as even with his terrifying complexity, even with his planning and plotting…he found that without making a single move against his enemy, he was defeated.

|Haha…|

He laughed with madness and self-deprecation while shaking his head.

|Even if I present you my Megalos Regnum-|

"I will take it."