Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

The goal was set as the forces of Dragons prepared, the galaxy that Noah landed in simply being called Galaxy B-48 that was among the many numbered galaxies within the Bloody Battlefields Galaxy Clusters.

With Tiamat's power as the Progenitor, the forces of Dragons within this Galaxy were all brought under her heel as they left behind all those in the stage of Entity or below, only taking the Sages and Great Sages of the Chaos Dragon Clan towards the stronghold of the Bloodline Races!

The rest of the myriad of Dragons that were born into this galaxy of Slaughter through the generations were brought into the Pocket Universe as Noah led the strongest remaining forces towards the stronghold of the Bloodline Races- towards the entrance of the Universal Construct that promoted Slaughter!

In an isolated spatial region within the Animus Universe, a particularly domineering old man that had a demeanor that would exceed most Hegemonies continued to fish among the stars.

The golden line he cast down thrummed with the essence of destiny as it waded across the glittering stars below, the Universal Hegemony feeling a tug on the line as he began to reel it in with a light smile!

The process only took a few seconds as the line came up and what was caught within was displayed to the old man.

It was a glimmering illusory object that was the size of a small star, the Hegemony grasping it in his hands as he squeezed down and shattered it, causing golden lines to be released from the illusory object as they all rushed towards the body of the old man!

His eyes briefly closed before they opened again with a sharp light, the smile being wiped away from his face as he waved his hands in the starry space in front of him to cause the appearance of multiple illusory screens that showed shocking scenes.

One showed the images of a terrific Lich Emperor leading Legions of Undead across an entire Galaxy as he mowed down the Bloodline Races, the forces of Dragons gradually lining up behind its legions as this Lich made way towards the stronghold of the bloodline races where the gateway to the Slaughter Star Monolith was!

In another illusory screen, the figures of a proud Golden Dragon could be seen as it led other forces to break the defenses of the Bloodline Races that had been established for thousands of years.

front of the eyes of the Universal Hegemony, but they focused on a single one at this moment. It was a screen that showed the scene of a domineering Abyssal Black Tyrant Dragon leading the forces of multiple Great Sages towards the stronghold of the bloodline races of Galaxy B-48, the eyes

caught on to a certain line of destiny, many things were displayed in front of him as he had no reason to focus on the movements of

had lived far longer than a million years made him hone towards the single galaxy that had

"Interesting…"'

Hegemony as they moved from the screen showing the image of the Tyrant Dragon towards the area

stable as before, the Universal Fortune that had been steadily increasing in small increments after all this time actually beginning to slow down by a

that other Hegemonies might even consider negligible, but it wasn't so in the heart of Ambrose as his gaze became exceedingly cold at this

their campaign in the Bloody Battlefields Galaxy Clusters, where they hadn't even fully moved and taken over certain locations, and yet it had already begun causing an

"Hmph."

RUMBLE!

moved with his mere harrumph, a spatial essence vibrating out a second later

"Sir, you called?"

didn't even dare raise his eyes, looking extremely minuscule in front of the being that spoke towards him in a booming

your top forces at their respective levels to Galaxy B-17, Galaxy

where Noah himself or his subordinates were now

as they harbor malicious intentions. Do not

RUMBLE!

bowing down even deeper at these words as his heart shook, his voice