Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 2858 Immaculate! II

Chapter 2858 Immaculate! II

2858 Immaculate! II
The intuition of Seer Amestris seemed to be so extremely spot on that she couldn't keep listening to the ramblings of the Extremity of Lunacy that she was frankly displeased with for her recent actions.
[You talk so fucking much that you fail to realize the so called enemy who was smitten out of-]
[It's Osmont who is behind this. You think I didn't put that together?] The brows of the Extremity of Lunacy rose as she sneered.
[Can I still not be excited? Can I not look forward to seeing the downfall of this guy firsthand? I-]
BZZT!
Their figures were suddenly warped from the room they were in to appear in a domain filled with royal purple crystals lining up all surfaces, a tall amethyst throne visible in the distance as atop it, the burly figure of a man hardened by years in the forge could be seenseated.
His gaze was cold and full of power as he stared coldly at the three Avernus Clan Leaders, sitting in this Raid Boss Throne Room alone as he designated all others at the Fifth Gradation of Extremity or below to other regions of the Existential Dungeon!
He utilized his authority to bring the enemies that had just entered here as the only one to recognize him was none other than the Avernus Extremity Overlord.
[You…I've seen whispers of you Records from the Senatus of Extremity. The Anvil of Anarchos, Sargon! You fell under the banner of Osmont?]
As he spoke, a grand purple light began to cover the Avernus Extremity Overlord as normally, figures such as these were only ones he learned to gaze at from afar but could never reach.
Yet now…
[How grand fate is to allow me to stand in front of a past legend and actually match them in battle!]
HUUM!
His body began to flicker with royal purple flames.
Beside him, Amestris and Blue became stern as they prepared to support him against this enemy!
And yet…Sargon's burly figure had cold eyes as an even deeper royal purple light surrounded him.
A light of grand tyranny as when he looked at the Avernus Extremity Overlord before him, his voice boomed out!
[You…are still not worthy to stand before a legend as an equal.]
…!
Heavy words of utter disrespect and tyranny echoed out as without missing a beat, the seated Sargon spoke out with churning waves of Existential Extremity Authority.
[Existential Hyperversal Embodiment]
WAA!
A magenta-colored glow absolutely colored everything as boundless waves of tyranny arose.
Tyranny
As an Existential concept, just what would its embodiment entail?
Sargon answered such a question at this moment as around him, reality twisted and turned as the throne he was on was made larger and even grander, his figure on it becoming draped with purple robes of utmost Royalty as a lilac flaming crown manifested above his head!
He looked like an Emperor from ancient times whose will would be undeniable, with the figures of the Avernus Extremity Overlord, Seer Amestris, and Extremity Blue feeling an unprecedented sense of danger
Around them, a glorious purple light flashed as near them and stretching out to cover this whole Domain, illusory figures began to manifest en masse as each one had a respectful expression, gazing towards the far distant throne while kneeling to show their fealty!
These illusory figures appeared all around them as if to let them know…they were mere subjects too.
Lunacy blared.
Vitalis blared.
Hundreds of thousands of Extremity Rune Scriptures sought to rise and prevent it!
And yet the figure of the Anvil of Anarchos that was bathed in a royal light of Tyranny seemed to lock onto the three figures amongst millions that were not kneeling at this moment as he brought his hand down.
As if an Emperor was passing an edict!
As if a commandment was laid down that had to be followed!
[Kneel.]
…!
HUUM!
Extremity Blue and Seer Amestris were the first ones who could not resist for a fraction of an instant as they were instantly forced to their knees, and along with this action…
every line of authority surrounding them was shattered to oblivion.
The moment their knees hit the ground, their Extremity Clones dimmed and shattered as if the last action they would ever do was to pay respects to the Emperor ahead!
BOOM!
After them, the Avernus Extremity Overlord took another fraction of an instant to also fall on his knees, disbelief prevalent on his face as the newfound power at the Sixth Gradation of Extremity he was just granted…he didn't think it would be so pitiful before this being!
The potent Vitalis Extremity Authority around him tried to blare with defiance at his submission, but it was nowhere near enough as Tyranny pressed in from all around and kept the Avernus Extremity Overlord on his knees, his body splintering and being ground down to nothing a moment later as all that was left behind…were millions of illusory subjects kneeling towards the visage of the Extremity of Tyranny.
This…was the Existential Hyperversal Embodiment of Tyranny!
An instant later, the dazzling illusory scene began to fade as Sargon's figure returned to normal, his eye showing a bit of exhaustion but also…a hint of marvel at the expression of this Existential Extremity Authority.
These were his thoughts.
Then…there were those outside of the Existential Dungeon Monolith.
On the Altars outside of the Monolith, the main bodies of Extremity Blue, Seer Amestris, and the Avernus Extremity Overlord trembled with great injuries as their Extremity Clones perished, but their pain was not even considered under the gazes of the Celebrious Ones behind them as at this moment, both of these beings turned to stare at each other with their dazzling Serpentine pupils as their intents weaved.
|That…was not Infinity.|
|...|
|The Insurgent has two Existential Extremity Authorities opened up.|
A heavy finding.
One that made the eyes of these Celebrious Ones sharp and filled with blinding light of focus as from this point on, they knew that things had to drastically change!
|Pass the word above and proceed with the other plans. Notify the Blackhats too.|
…!
The Weaving of Extremity churned and began to flow towards an intricate direction.
At this moment, nobody came even close to imagining what the results of this weaving were bound to be!