Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3544

The Inheritor of the Megalos.

Noah saw such a distinction as the more he looked towards this creature, the more he recognized it as its body came to full view amidst the deluge of cataclysmic seas of shattered Omniverses and Pantheons.

"I know you."

The voice of Ozymandias was heavy and light at the same time, the one hidden past the dredges of the sea of a Megalocide becoming clear to all…alongside its terrifying aura of trepidation that caused even Lesser Sources to turn somber!

"I know you very well too, O Deceiver."

WAA!

Its voice.

Its voice felt like layers of thousands of voices!

Ancient! Deep!

Apart from its voice, its body radiated a terrifying pressure that pushed away the obsidian sea.

It was an entity floating on four legs, obsidian horns etched with millions of Source Runes of Existence rising on either side of its head as it held two massive serpentine crimson eyes. Wings spanned behind its back and stretched out towards the horizon, layers of millions of illusory pantheons seemingly placed together to form these wings alone.

The aura it emanated…was too unique and different from many others as it contained an unknown sense of suffocation and might, with one of the more daring and ridiculous things being the fact that while standing in the midst of Matter and Dark Matter, both seemed to be swirling around this entity as if it was in tune with both without issues!

Ozymandias looked at this creature as he replied with shining eyes.

"A Deceiver? Me?"

His singularities blinked gloriously.

Since it came to this, then let it all be out.

The Entity termed the Inheritor of the Megalos looked towards him with a deadly glare as above it, incalculable quintillions of thin lines stretching out in all directions could barely be seen.

Only a portion of them seemed to stretch out towards these Megalos Beyond as the vast remaining amount seemed to be heading elsewhere entirely!

"You are nothing but a Deceiver that sought to take my name. Across weavings…across frequencies, the Inheritance left behind by the Great Beyonder was being depleted by you. Today, I have found your source as this deception will finally be put to rest! O False Instrument, O Deceiver. You stand before the True Instrument of the Beyonder. The Inheritor of the Megalos. The Inheritor of the Will Stretched Across Frequencies! The time has come to finally lay your deception to rest as your Source shall collapse across all weavings…"

Its deep voice seemed to be filled with unfathomable anger and rage, the Great Mother and other Outerversal Morphons hearing it and looking up in shock.

And yet in response to this, Ozymandias remained unbothered as he merely nodded towards the massive figure of the Inheritor of the Megalos before turning his gaze back to the 13 Lesser Source Entities burning with his Embers of the True Severed Singed Flame of Existence.

"I shall finish my entanglement with these 13 first, you can then come next."

…!

His reply was nonchalant in comparison to the majesty and dignity that the Inheritor of the Megalos displayed!

The disrespect.

The tyrannical demeanor!

It was astounding as the Inheritor of the Megalos began to tremble with an unfathomable weaving that seemed to change from multiple complexities.

From an Existence Severing entity to a Pioneer, to a Source Complexity. All of it seemed to flash around this creature all at once as it was eerie to observe! Continue reading at freewebnovel

"Do you truly think I will still allow you to move freely and do what you wish?"

…!

Such eerie weaving of Complexity declared.

Its might and heaviness seemed utterly unfathomable as briefly, the Golden Titan Barbaram and other Lesser Sources momentarily breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed like this new entrant would muddy the waters a bit!

And yet…

Around Ozymandias, the weavings of existence began to distort in a way that nobody here had seen before.

And Ozymandias nodded with tyrannical majesty on whether he would still be able to move freely!

"Of this, I am confident of."

The moment he stopped speaking…his body trembled before it gushed out incandescent cerulean radiance.

Cerulean.

Blue!

A glorious, gorgeous blue chosen from the Myriad Megalos Variations and Transformations!

The Lesser Sources here heard it as they felt a sense of trepidation. _{freёweɓnovel.com}