Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3756

Chapter 3756: Unbound Tyranny I

A glorious rewriting of fate itself!

Under it, the Dead Wheel of Existence shuddered.

It was not the cry of an existence dying. It was the sound of inevitability folding upon itself as that single 1 in a million chance that Velmior Thal-Veyr mentioned would be made inevitable!

I moved through the fractured echoes of Time Sentinels, their temporal weavings unraveling before my Lattices like ancient threads before flame.

Burning rapidly as my added collective Resistances were already about to exceed even Romulus.

And they pressed down like an executioner’s blade.

Two had fallen already.

A few remained to complete the tally.

I adjusted the Lattices around me. Thirty-six now, and rising. My steps didn’t echo. They whispered. They imposed their Quintessential tyranny.

The third target: Time Sentinel Thirion, Weaver of Decaying Sequences.

His True Source: Desynchronization. CQ: 160,000 SU. PQ: 155,000 SU. Temporal Resistance: 6%.

He should be considered fairly powerful. But he wasn’t a Marked One.

I came at him sideways. Not literally. Conceptually.

He saw me from a dozen temporal angles. Tried to act from a million fragmented probabilities. But my Quantum Resistance made those efforts less than echoes. Less than dust.

My fingers grazed his shoulder.

And his weavings caved as my many collective Resistances exerted all their pressure.

My Lattices of Law and Quantum sank into him, denied his rewritten outcomes, and rejected his false sequences. He shuddered, his body glitching between failed reactions as he was astonished and horrified at just how quickly his existence became denied and was collapsing.

But in the end...

| Constructing Primarch Loot Cache: Time Sentinel Thirion. |

| Acquired: Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices (x6) | | True Source Sigil: Desynchronization |

I exhaled.

The Lattices flowed into me. My True Source of Loot drank deeply, still trying to be a little greedy by forming its own Lattices as I only more steered them towards my Lineage first.

My weavings rose up sharply.

Fourth target: Time Sentinel Cassior, Heir of Converging Tomorrows.

True Source: Preemergence. CQ: 168,900 SU. PQ: 160,000 SU. Temporal Resistance: 5%.

He launched twin spirals of future weavings that looked like massive purple clocks filled with ancient time.

They were heavy. They were beautiful. And I absorbed them. No. I devoured them as I opened my mouth, my Lineage burning as my Resistances spun like a glorious Wheel.

Spiritual Resistance and Conceptual Resistance unraveled the meaning of his strike. My Lattices tore through him, not with speed. With certainty.

He tried to flee into a timeline yet to happen. Into Tomorrow. I sealed it.

With a gesture of my hand, his past and future collapsed inward as my Existential Dimensional Lattices swirled down like Quintessential cutting blades!

HUUUM!

And another fate was decided.

| Constructing Primarch Loot Cache: Time Sentinel Cassior. |

| Acquired: Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices (x5). |

| True Source Sigil: Preemergence. |

I moved on to the next as I felt the maddening roaring of time from the Time Sentinel Leader every time I killed a Sentinel, but he was kept busy by Romulus!

Fifth: Time Sentinel Dreval, Cartographer of Lost Whens.

True Source: Cartography. Temporal Resistance: 5%.

He tried to draw the timeline I walked upon.

Tried to dictate the path my feet would take.

I laughed.

Even I could not see what my path would be in this boundless infinity, and you try to dictate it?

BOOM!

Dimensional Resistance fractured the idea of his boundaries. Emotive Resistance denied the weight of his fears.

I took a step.

He shuddered.

I took another step as my entire weight pressed on him, and he began to collapse.

I took him apart by steps.

He vanished beneath my will!

| Constructing Primarch Loot Cache: Time Sentinel Dreval. |

| Acquired: Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices (x5). |

| True Source Sigil: Cartography |

My eyes and body moved relentlessly.

Sixth: Time Sentinel Ysrel, Oracle of Post-Finality.

She knelt beneath a canopy of fading stars, reading tomorrows that had never occurred as she tried to measure where I could be.

True Source: Foregone. Temporal Resistance: 6%.

Her gaze met mine.

"I saw you coming," she said.

I stepped past her statement.

My Lattices swirled. My body unfolded through all ten Resistances at once. A kaleidoscope of layered denials.

She raised her hands, trying to speak a future into existence.

I silenced it.

With Soul. With Law. With Fire.

"You did not see shit."

HUUM!

My weight of compressed Purity Quotient and Complexity Quotient crushed down alongside my Lattices.

Her possible futures were utterly shredded under my weight as truly, battles with Primarchs were simple.

If Resistances were significantly different and vast, a battle could be ended in an instant.

The being before me burned in my presence, not with heat, but with collapse.

| Constructing Primarch Loot Cache: Time Sentinel Ysrel |

| Acquired: Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices (x7) | | True Source Sigil: Foregone |

Six corpses now littered the temporal battlefield. Six Paradoxical Primarch Loot Caches.

Each one now mine, with True Sources relating to time for me to eat up and utilize.

Velmior stared. Eluriah gasped in her dying breath.

Romulus still stood, defending the impossible strikes of Velmior.

And I?

I folded my arms and breathed.

Thirty Lattices became more than forty, and there were still many Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices to use.

The Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices gathered. And I felt something stir within me.

A smile formed on my lips.

Only three remained.

Velmior, whose Temporal Lattices still pulsed with sovereign rhythm.

Eluriah Veilnox, her form fraying under the weight of a thousand decaying yesterdays.

And a final Time Sentinel, whose name was irrelevant. He had chosen to stand last. A privilege. A curse.

The Dead Wheel shuddered even more.

And I?