Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3696

The Weakest Converged Architect among those who entered was decimated as his True Source of Infestation was overwhelmed by something it didn't even understand!

And above Noah, the massive Mythic True Signature of a Shattered Entropic Wheel with a single spoke remained. Its tremendously fast attacks—based on the record of the Quintessential Emperor's Annihilation Technique, First Form—swept out at this moment on all enemies that gazed upon it!

The weavings of existence where only Noah and the Holder of the True Source of Infestation were contained seemingly broke down, as everyone in the surroundings became visible once more.

And the effects of the Shattered Entropic Wheel spread as they seemed like unfathomably fast blades of existence, seeking to cut down every Dead Thing in sight.

But…

The figure of Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw, stepped forward.

He stood before all of the Dead Things as the attacks surging toward them—and those hurtling toward him—converged in his direction.

His smile deepened.

And in the next instant, existence itself began to fold, constrict, and collapse around them.

Near them all, the possible weavings of the living True Sources of Existence ceased to exert their effects.

In his hands, Noah felt the terrifying True Source of Entropy he held—his Spoke—vibrate as he received a horrific backlash. The weavings, Wild True Sources, and existence around him began to fold and collapse in a terrifying manner, threatening to bring down all Complexity!

For the first time in a while, he felt a threat.

He felt his Moderate Complexity and Quasi-High Purity here in danger!

He prepared to exert even more power and even call his other True Sources here, when in the next moment…

WHOOSH!

Ash began to spread around him as a man surrounded by endless ash appeared.

WAA!

The Mythic True Signature of the Great Beyonder released trillions of obsidian-gold runes around him.

Veyl'Aethra radiated a wonder of white as his left hand trembled.

And around him, the terrific collapse seeking to pressure his existence itself was forcefully paused, with an erupting gray sea of ash even pushing it away!

"And here I thought there was still honor in Dead Things…"

The voice of the Holder of the True Source of Asche rang out as he stood before Noah, the Great Beyonder, and Veyl'Aethra.

The scene cleared.

In the region where Veltraxis was, the entire Domus had changed—as if everything nearby had collapsed and filled with paradoxes. Extreme obsidian foldings spread out, resembling the Nullvein Gravewake Folds!

Within them, the figures of the Dead Things became even more empowered. The power they radiated seemed twice as potent.

In front of all this, Veltraxis stood, his smiling expression never fading.

He floated toward the spot where M'gorrhaal, The Crawling Colossus, once stood. His obsidian-clawed hand reached out and tapped the area, as if struck by remembrance.

And his aged voice echoed out.

"He returns to the everlasting silence between pulses, where no weavings dare shimmer and all hungers are finally still. Let his rot sing with glory, for even decay remembers greatness."

…!

Was he… honoring the decimation of M'gorrhaal?

Afterward, he turned to look toward the direction of Noah.

His gaze bypassed even the ancient figure surrounded by gray ash.

"Honor? Honor? Is that tasty? Can I wipe my arse with it? You see, when you are a Dead Thing, you have to be adaptable. You have to be like… what was that saying? Ah yes, you have to be like water, my friend."

HUUM!

"And I am a very constantly changing stream of water at this moment. I have to adapt."