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!

disdain, but it carried with it immense meaning as it shook the minds of all those that heard it, the

"..."

OOOOOH!

after this shocking statement

"We won…"

"We won!"

"Victorious!"

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

they had inscribed the terror of Celestials into their hearts,

but the Celestials themselves. The yells of Victors spread throughout

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 defeated Celestials and beings from the numerous

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 look at their

void of space littered with body was actually just him reading the memories of the dead beings, his mind already planning ahead multiple steps as the memories of thousands were something extremely valuable that

feel the descent of numerous Fate Lines and Chaos Particles, but his Fate Lines were so far ahead and still constantly changing that he felt his progression in the Law

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

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

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

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

[Chaos Particle(s) : 794,362]

Core(s) :