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 as he did not even bother to speak a single more

"..."

OOOOOH!

only came after this shocking

"We won…"

"We won!"

"Victorious!"

after a while did the feelings of victory permeate throughout the forces of the Verittas Fortress, their gazes unbelievingly staring at each

for many of them, they had inscribed the terror of Celestials into their hearts, and

of Victors spread throughout the battlefield as those

now waving his hands, the summoned World Rank beings leaving their sight as they then

as a red light erupted from him and washed over the bodies in droves, their eyes not fully understanding what they were seeing, but they prepared to take a

him reading the memories of the dead beings, his mind already planning ahead multiple steps as the memories of thousands were something

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

and read the memories of tens of thousands of dead beings, numerous unknown thoughts moving

[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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