Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 1348 - A Tyrant And An Ender Of Reality I

Chapter 1348 - A Tyrant And An Ender Of Reality I

Noah's own destiny and the essence of Kismet told him many paths he could take, but the strongest one remained a path of holding back and reserving his power and resources for a significant upcoming event.
His reserves of the Essence of Reality that he was currently building up from Devouring Universes and even those within the Blue Slime…he could use all them to quickly bring two or three Edicts to completion and obtain more Flames to increase the propagation of the True Blood of Higher Existences, but Kismet showed him that this wasn't the most crucial thing he could do with this rare essence!
The most crucial was for the usage to forge the abstruse System that after discerning with the Nomological Edict of Kismet, it was bound to be the Infinite System!
Since he began, the one special feature he had was Infinite Mana. An infinite resource that nobody else enjoyed, and the thing that caused him to be where he was now.
So what if he expanded upon it? What if he made himself even wilder as Mana…wasn't the only thing he had an infinite amount of?! What if the aspect of this Infinite System truly stood for what it meant as it would not be made up of a single System but…as many as Noah could forge?!
RUMBLE!
Destiny and fortune weaved chaotically at the mere thought of such possibilities. But this was the reason for his restraint with the Essence of Reality this whole time!
Thus, Noah held himself back as while his main bodies continued to oversee everything around the Infinite Empire, his Primordial Ruination Clone set off towards the Primordial Sea to once more meet the anomaly that was Hyperion.
The Cosmic Primordial Beast that was currently experimenting on a special existence to try and forge a construct that only Primordials made- Systems born for Champions that were restricted to their Reality!
Noah teleported at the border of this being's home as he saw the undulating field of essence that still covered every inch of it.
'Should be from the Flames of one of his Edicts?'
The Primordial Ruination Clone leaned back comfortably on the Throne of Tyranny as he looked at the point where the Ruination Sea met with the Primordial Sea, and the instituted barrier that was made by a single being due to what he did.
He held a light smile as with an entirely calm expression and excited eyes for what was to come, he called out boisterously!
"HYPERION!"
THRUM!
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"Hyperion!!!"
A reverberating shout that sunk into the Primordial Sea and caused the head of all Primordial Beasts to rise with a dangerous flash of light, this voice reminding some of them of a terrible enemy they had faced not too long ago!
The shout even caused the blank Stormdust who was recovering in the Primordial Sea to rouse up as his body brimmed with power, his illustrious Origin now showing a few billion universes as his body gave off a unique feeling of power after it had been bathed in so much Essence of Reality.
A flash of wrath crossed through his eyes as his crimson hair danced wildly, his gaze watching the few hundreds Cosmos remaining in the surroundings that Hyperion had not devoured as well as the Antiquities, Daolords, and Forefathers that had fully become Tainted Ones under the banner of Primordial Beasts. All of them only had a single question- why they would be hearing the voice of that tyrannical being here!
But none of them made any moves.
They knew who was king in this place, so not a single movement was made as they all looked towards the glorious figure of the three eyes Draconic-Elephant Cosmic Primordial Beast that was floating majestically in front of three kneeling Grand Primordial Beasts that had their heads fully bowed down.
The voice had come as a stupendous procession was taking place, the brilliant golden flames of an Edict floating before Hyperion's cold face and the three Grand Primordial Beasts as a portion of the flames spread out and shot into the bodies of the Beasts!
For the Flames of an Edict to be entering other being's bodies, it was nothing other than the handing down of an Edict that only those with completed edicts could do, where even Noah had yet to begin this action as it was one of the many things on his to do list.
THRUM!
The bodies of the Grand Primordial Beasts shook as the essence of an Edict soon began to spread from them, Hyperion looking at them impassively as this was one of the ways he raised powerful Grand Primordial Beasts like the ones Aegon killed who could utilize Edicts!
Only after this process was complete did Hyperion raise his head and recognize the voice that had echoed out.
He wasn't even bothering with Aegon or the Primordial when she was here as he wanted to focus on his work, and he would even further not focus on a being below them per normal but…the intuition of an Ender of Reality sounded in his mind as it made him curious to not brush off the voice that had shouted out!
"Let's see…" His archaic voice echoed out as his enormous body was wrapped by Primordial Essence, disappearing soon after as he left behind three newly elevated Grand Primordial Beasts with Edicts and even more swarms of other Beasts, along with a strengthened Stormdust and the Cosmos under him as he teleported towards the ends of the Primordial Sea.
OOOM!
The edges of the white see danced with the edges of the crimson ruination sea, Hyperion appearing behind the enacted boundary as he gazed forward with the majesty of an Ender of Reality towards the being that had called out to him.
Hyperion's three eyes squinted when he saw this being as he saw the expression and eyes of someone who seemingly had everything in the palm of their hands- an expression someone would have where if they were in the middle of playing a game, they knew they had won even before they made the last move!
'Now what exactly would give a human that hasn't even formed his Cosmos such a look?'
Hyperion had some time to entertain after the recent failures as since the being before him sat on a throne with hundreds of golden white swords shooting out gloriously, he also waved his hands to form a throne of Primordial Essence that his body which was vaster than any Universe sat on fantastically.
The Tyrant upon a throne was merely the size of a few galaxies while the Ender of Reality was the size of multiple Universes, these beings staring at each other with their own thoughts as it painted a stark contrast and a magnificent scene at this time!
The Tyrant tapped on his throne as with an austere air of destiny and fortune swirling around him, he spoke out something that caused the vast throne of Primordial Essence to tremble.
"Do you know anyone that would be in need of a Primordial Epitaph by any chance?"
RUMBLE!
Direct and forward. While situated with the regality of an Emperor and being many proportions smaller than the Ender of Reality, the Tyrant's shadow and grace could be seen to be even larger than the being opposite to him merely from how he carried himself!
His single sentence caused the weaving of destiny to turn chaotic as with it, the balance of a Reality hung on the line!