Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3695

M'gorrhaal, the Crawling Colossus. Holder of the Dead True Source of Infestation.

This was his title- a distinction that, in this moment, stood as he faced the singular figure of Noah.

It was as if every other Source of Existence, dead or living, had vanished.

And beneath the weave of their Existences, only the two of them remained.

Even though the Great Beyonder and Veyl'Aethra warred behind Noah, their gazes were solemn and turbulent as they tried desperately to find a way out.

Even in the far distance, the figure holding the True Source of Asche watched in silence, his face carved with a smile that barely veiled the intensity and seriousness behind his eyes.

Even farther, across from them, near the grotesque creature that held the Dead True Source of Infestation- Veltraxis hovered in a manner that inspired dread. The surrounding weavings of Existence were passively drawn and devoured by him, including the many wild True Sources.

But all of that faded.

Only the two of them seemed to exist now.

And Noah…

"You're one ugly fucker, aren't you? What exactly were you when you were alive? Do you even remember?"

His words caused M'gorrhaal to pulse violently, his True Source of Infestation flaring.

The Dead Thing didn't answer- not immediately. It simply stared at Noah with a bottomless hunger, drawn to his purity as if it carried a divine aroma.

The millions of worms writhing across its face wiggled, salivating, as its ancient, dead voice echoed out.

"The Blooming Womb of Rot."

HUUM!

The surroundings pulsed, their colors rotting into a diseased green and ashen gray.

The True Source of Infestation bloomed wildly, and above M'gorrhaal, a Dead Mythic True Signature materialized with virulent malice.

It appeared as a dead, skeletal worm composed of trillions of lesser worms. Its height towered over a hundred Omniverses, crowned with serrated bony jaws and a grotesquely pulsing, stomach-like core that split open like a wound, spewing verdant-gray tides of madness.

The True Source of Infestation had fully unfolded.

The Blooming Womb of Rot bloomed.

This plague-forged biome pulsed like living flesh—birthing bio-organic spires, twitching tendrils, and eyeless larvae that exhaled pestilence into the air.

Noah read its nature clearly as he gripped the Spoke in his hand tighter.

Once this Source was activated, every wound, pore, and orifice in any Living or Dead Thing within range could become a potential birthing point for parasitic Infestlings—limb-wrapped horrors that gestated at an accelerated rate of existence.

They would spread across the opposing True Sources and devour their hosts from within…unless purged.

Only cleansing from a True Source of High Purity or High Complexity could counter them.

That was the only real path to resistance- the only way one could hope to overcome such infestation.

The eyeless larvae and virulent seas surged toward Noah like a pestilent tide.

And opposite him, M'gorrhaal's deep, guttural voice echoed again:

"You…are mighty."

WAA!

"You…are tasty."

…!

"Let me feed, O Living True Source filled with Purity."

Its voice radiated authority, and the festering sea beneath it seemed to salivate, drawn toward Noah's terrifyingly radiant essence.

But Noah only gripped the spear-shaped Spoke and thrust it forward as he spoke:

"Echoes of Finality."

…!

Echoes.

Of Finality.

He invoked them.

Fractured Echoes gathered from his Records surged outward, manifesting in Echo Forms imbued with Entropy's unraveling chaos.

And at that instant—

Noah's eyes flared with violet light.

|Echoes of Finality have scoured your Records and randomly selected the Fractured Echo Form of Quintessential Emperor's Annihilation Technique – First Form: The Descent of the Ascendant Severing Soul Star.|

…!

An old weaving. A piece of him.

Part of his Record.

These radiant severing lights carried more than Entropy. Disguised as white-gold, they bore the force of the Spoke itself. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}