Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

2209 I Am the Kingmaker! I

She was an Ancestral Descendant, and yet she had joined the list of respected existences with the accolade of Conqueror.

Conqueror!

A distinguished title for the existences stemming from the Barren Lands!

It meant she was able to occupy and recover regions in the Vaults of Extremity and bring them under the command of the Ancestors as she fought back against NOBLESSE Commanders with her Legions of Aeonic Undead and the Legions of others under her.

She commanded the Boundary of Death and even elevated it to the Fourth Boundary Layer!

When this was paired with 3 other Boundaries under her, her might was exceptional.

She was a 4 Echelon Obsidian Existence as her power was mighty!

And yet...

SQUELCH!

Desperation and grimness were ever present on her face before the might of this NOBLESSE Commander.

She was surrounded by surging black blood in a sepulcher of her own making, the altar around it shining with death as she was burning her very Aeonic Soul to try and stop this being!

But he held a cruel smile on his face as the Obsidian Halos around him shone with malice and brilliance.

"Did you think you could escape the glory of NOBLESSE in a place like this?"

was magnetic as the ancient base of imperial cruelty deep in the Lineage of the NOBLESSE rose out from this being, his body giving off Obsidian

SHIIING!

above the dreary

was so experienced that this Singularity of Infinite density and mass was actually being carved by him, being formed into a dazzling Obsidian palm that

a distinct grandeur of red,

towards her, this attack being distinct as it was Desiderius telling her she was akin to a bug beneath him that

with you enough. You can go ahead and join

HUUM!

her raged, all the grandeur of a Boundary Expansion expert having all but faded before the descending

palm filled with myste ies and power even she could

face as she screamed out while mustering the remaining dredges of her Soul, the sepulcher around

...!

a single Obsidian palm had been descending from the skies, at the moment of impact..an illusory palm just like it appeared from

No sound.

mass and density met while supported by multiple Boundaries as when the

Damage Values as mangled musculature and black blood flowed serenely- with all of this gory mass moving as the mouth of the 8 Echelon

Undead, Ancestral Descendants, and the corpses and blood of anything

that devoured everything of their

"Mmm..."

smile was etched on this being's face as he licked his lips and gazed at the blatant destruction, his Halos glinting with an even brighter sheen as after he eliminated all his enemies...his head turned

of light covered the sides of his face and limbs- and this

a gaze from the very

WAA!

be felt from the eyes of

emanated from them even amidst the