Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

The last World Rank Grandmaster from the Celestial Legion fell as the 9th Infernal Lord himself appeared hungrily in its hopeless battle with the reinforced Dark Wizard Shanora, the enormous palms of the Infernal Lord coming forth as they grasped onto the fearful body of the being that had all of his energy spent with his eyes shining the light of [Domination].

The World Rank Celestial that was already heavily exhausted stopped struggling in his palms as he pressed down, the uncomfortable sound of flesh and bones creaking ringing out as it resoundingly closed the chapter on the strongest opposing beings of this battle!

OOOOH!

"Ready to Serve!"

OOOOH!

"Ready to Destroy!"

OOOOH!

A cacophony of noises from the Infernal Legion was the only thing ringing out as others simply stared around in confusion, happiness, fearfulness, and terror!

Noah's mountainous body rose high as the vibrant yells of the Infernals were all that reverberated, his gaze arrogantly overlooking the battlefield and the portions where thousands of golden robed Celestials were lifelessly floating.

He then looked towards the few Prime Warsh.i.p.s that he had not destroyed as his figure rose towards them, his grandeur causing even the chanting Infernals to come to stop as his gaze stared towards the Warsh.i.p.s...as if he could see the beings that were peering in!

Commanding Mage Turner looked towards this Infernal Lord with a shocked expression as he and many others knew what was about to happen as this powerful being looked out into the void of space. Did he...really plan to address the powerful experts watching this battle? Was he going to give a speech to boast of his victory while slapping the face of the higher ups among the Celestials?!

They watched with bated breaths as they waited to hear the words that this Infernal Lord would use to address the watching Celestials. The armored figure's eyes shone a luminous red splendor as he opened his mouth and spoke in an extremely domineering and reckless manner.

"Weak."

RUMBLE!

…!

Only a single word!

Weak!

it immense meaning as it shook the minds of all those that heard it, the Infernal Lord teleporting thereafter

"..."

OOOOOH!

this shocking statement as

"We won…"

"We won!"

"Victorious!"

while did the feelings of victory permeate throughout the forces of the Verittas

their hearts, and knew that in this battle,

themselves. The yells of Victors spread throughout the battlefield as those who surrendered stayed as quiet as possible, awaiting to

Rank Experts fighting for the Verittas Fortress looked towards the mountainous Infernal Lord that was now waving his hands, the summoned World Rank beings leaving their sight as they then observed with shining eyes as he teleported around the void of space where tens of thousands of bodies of

bodies in droves, their eyes not fully understanding what they were seeing, but they

reading the memories of the dead beings, his mind already planning ahead

were so far ahead and still constantly changing that he felt his progression in the Law of Chaos would be left in the dust if he didn't find a way to rapidly move the progression

his Stat Panel briefly as he teleported across the battlefield and read the memories of tens of thousands of

[Noah Osmont][Title(s): Infernal Lord(Variant)]

[Bloodline(s): Vampyre Progenitor(Awakening)]

[Fate Line(s) : 3,109,498]

[Chaos Particle(s) : 794,362]

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