Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3319  The Trigger of Destruction! I

Sacred Primal Megalonians.

Entities that only managed to live for a few cycles, and yet even within these cycles, they produced multiple entities at the Ordinance Amalgamation stage and even those who had managed to sever existence.

The reason for their rise was the shocking composition of their very being that led them to develop means of increasing their complexity that others could never follow, nor even have the chance to study and follow.

A single Megalonian elevating their complexity was akin to countless others increasing their complexity for them!

|Incredible…|

Within the reconstruction, on one of the other 81 Megalos Mountains that Noah had yet to turn his gaze towards.

Near another buzzing Sacred Primal Sea, a small house was built in extremely close proximity to the sea as such a lodging was something very few Megalonians could achieve- with most only gaining access a few light years around the periphery of the sea.

The small house looked like it was made of stellar purple blocks of light as standing next to it was Possessed Megalonian who held the will of three Antediluvian Leviathan- Arguros!

A Rare Sacred Primal Megalonian.

And yet their position was a high one as at this place, Arguros could see the tendrils of the raging gold sea right up close, the intense waves of complexity booming from them being used by him as he had long since begun cultivating.

Even though he didnʼt obtain a Quintessential or an Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian, he felt like even this Rare Sacred Primal Megalonian was something others could only dream of as this whole opportunity…would tremendously aid him and any others who even arrived here tremendously.

He could say this with surety as he turned his head to see tens of thousands of illusory copies of himself.

Possible weavings of himself across the Megalos.

All of them…were increasing their complexity as the boons all stacked and were granted to himself.

|O Entropy…|

Arguros spoke with tremendous emotions as he felt the Ordinance of Entropy he had declared for himself years ago.

He declared it.

He sought its unfathomable wonders that exceeded the most boundless possible extremes as his entire being was dedicated to it.

As his complexity of existence rapidly increased with the shocking means of the Rare Sacred Primal Megalonian, he could say with surety that by the end of this, he should be entirely amalgamated with Entropy.

He should step into the state of existence known as Ordinance Amalgamation, or at the very least be at its doors!

This, he knew in his heart.

As purple violet flames raged around him and tens of thousands of other illusory selves from possible weavings, Arguros wondered.

ʼWill the rest of the Antediluvian Leviathans benefit as much as me? I know the Esteemed Elder Titans above me will make the most of the boons the Omnifather has left behind for us…ʼ

…!

The Esteemed Elder Titans.

They all entered the Tresorverse of the Omnifather as what height did they reach? Which Megalonian did they possess? And what level of power would they reach at the end of it all? Arguros did not know!

On another Megalos Mountain.

A Quintessential Sacred Primal Megalonian stood up on his throne as he stared at the Sacred Primal Sea in the distance.

The eight other thrones beside him all had looks of confusion as they stared towards him, and his domineering voice filled with coldness and command leaked out.

|I shall undergo baptism in the Sacred Primal Sea for the foreseeable future…I sense a breakthrough at hand.|

…!

He held a large amount of influence, reign, and control over the decisions of this mountain.

To use it for himself would be more than fine so long as he gave enough of a reason to!

The unity of Megalonians made it so that if it was to elevate their strength and increase the power of the lineage as a whole, it was more than sufficient.

The other thrones had no reason to deny the words of the Honored Megalonian as they watched him float serenely towards the Sacred Primal Sea.

Around his body, an Ordinance that looked to be half a step into Amalgamation began to meld with him seamlessly, making it clear that when he left this reconstruction, he would be deeply entranced in the Ordinance Amalgamation stage.

Survival was the only option.

He could not fail his full Amalgamation that he was fearing for all these past cycles!

The eyes of the Quintessential Megalonian burned with a cold light that could only belong to a single being- and it was none other than the Sword of the Commonwealth!

One by one, entities across the Megalos Ynnere delved into the Tresorverse of the Omnifather and arrived at a profound reconstruction- taking on the bodies of Megalonians as if they made advancements in this space…it was bound be to the safest in all of existence.

Those fearing a collapse of their existence during the progression from Ordinance of Existence to Ordinance Amalgamation moved forward fearlessly.

They felt like this reconstruction was profoundly perfect for this as where else would they be able to advance in the bodies of others?!

With profound fervor and haste, they moved.

Because during all of this, in the back of their minds, nobody knew when this reconstruction would come to an end.

The events to play out were set.

The destruction of the Megalonians was set.

The only thing to make sure of was for them to obtain as much as they could before the destruction came!

This was the thought ringing out and resonating within many weavings of existence.

Many.

But not all.

In one particular weaving- in the body of the only Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian, the will inside it looked at the ridiculous pace of progression brought about due to the terrifying System of Existence as he had but a single thought.

He thought that there was no way he would be leaving this Reconstruction without the terrifying system of existence of the Megalonians!