Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Shock and horror passed through the minds of every single ruler of the Demon World as they felt the death of yet another one of their peers, and in such a short instance at that!

Yet another channel of communication was opened as the Rulers congregated, and found the one to be missing was the one they all had immense trust in for the ability to keep themselves hidden and safe as they could disappear to the ends of the world at the slightest sign of trouble.

There was only silence in the communication channel as an inviolable calm voice that was filled with wrath at the same time rang out.

"Pull out all forces from the Beast World."

There was another period of silence after the Rulers heard this command. Nobody could raise an objection to it, its will seemingly descending down across the vast worlds they were in. The voice rang out once again.

"Blacklist this world and add it to the list. It is not worth the losses to continue a battle with an enemy we do not know."

The voice paused for a short moment before continuing, this time directed at a specific person that was also listening closely and seemingly about to erupt.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, Barbatos. You've defied me long enough. Prepare your forces and be ready to descend to the Lost World of Atlantis. The supreme treasure, the Trident of Neptune, might be in our grasp in the coming months. Make haste."

"Hmph!"

come on the other end as the rest of the Rulers remained quiet. The reality of losing two of their peers in this Middle World in the corner of the universe gave them a shock, but a reminder at the same time. No matter how confident they were, there were always unexplained beings and mysteries

which terrifying expert they had provoked, but it made no sense to continue sending their

when they hit a tough wall. Not a single Ruler in the communication channel defied the voice that spoke as they swallowed their anger and talked about

rulers that neither of them could go against was coming from the Ruler that was ranked first in the Demon World, the Oppressive Tyrant,

a throne made of bones in the center of a destroyed world. A dark miasmic air was floating around as she stood up and looked at her legions

liches that could summon droves of zombies, and

a black pearl that shone its light towards the legions of undead around her. As if escaping in a black hole, all the powerful figures were sucked into this pearl as

her terrible level of power, Baal still wasn't someone she could go against. She would have chosen to descend down into that Beast World no matter how many treasures

the level of power that is the peak for that world to descend. Otherwise, every single world

when it came to worlds where powerful figures roamed. This made it much easier to use weak pieces to travel across

take this loss on this Beast World that reduced the number of Rulers of the Demon World to 68...but she would definitely not leave

there be for you to

wasn't convinced, so she would definitely move to act later. For now though, she would

haven't been to the sea in quite a while. Huhuhu,