Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3561

The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity was triggered at such a critical juncture as it stated that not even seconds would pass before he became stronger!

And so, a unique part of his began its severings towards the critical 81st spot before Ruination even processed and multiplied the multiple Purified Source Pearls that were just obtained.

Before any resources among those he had gained were utilized, the Pathway to the True Source of Infinity continued to exceed all wonders!

HUUUM!

From his hands, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel flew out as it rotated with stellar white gold flames, drawing in the weavings of Matter and Dark Matter nearby as its tip was pointed towards a single enemy.

DUM!

In the surroundings.

DUM!

A symphony began to play.

A Symphony that was welcoming none other than the protagonist as it felt heavy, and the beat was thick!

DUM!

Mysara began looking around to find the source of this new beat, but it felt like it was pressing down and spreading across the Megalos as she could not pinpoint it.

It only coincided with the visage of Ozymandias looking towards the Inheritor of the Megalos that he had denied the weavings of coldly, his voice echoing it as the Spoke arrived before this entity.

"Greatness was not written for you…not in this Frequency, or any others. False or true mean nothing before countless rounds of Severings!"

BZZT!

The spinning tip of the Spoke smashed into the Inheritor of the Megalos as it buzzed with a cry of fervor.

A cry of someone that was given everything the day it was born, with their future already planned!

They were meant to inherit the Megalos. They were meant to carry the torch of the Great Beyonder!

They were…

"The Inheritor…" An overlap of countless voices boomed out as the Inheritor of the Megalos regained a semblance of control.

Its Source- layered by many others’ wills, raged with cognizance as behind it, the Megalos themselves began to twist.

As if it was trying to dredge up control for the last time!

"I am…the Inheritor!"

AWOO!

It roared out a howl to muster up its ecstatic force, and yet Ozymandias only glared at it coldly as, in an instant, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel stopped spinning.

"What you are…is dead."

…!

The stopped Spoke released every ounce of pressure and force into a single point, a blinding white gold line shooting out from the head of the Inheritor of the Megalos and all the way through it.

After that, its body began to fill with liquid gold flames- its obsidian luster beginning to shine with a scintillating radiance as if it were a statue!

Its eyes were layers of streams of consciousness as it looked towards Ozymandias.

It showed immense unwillingness.

Immense resignation!

Immense sadness.

With a sense of tremendous sadness, the massive body of the Inheritor of the Megalos melted under the grandeur of countless liquid flames, its weavings not made a show of as these flames dispersed silently. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}