Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4270: Discoveries, Inventions, and Glory! IV

A colossal, stone-like fist, wreathed in an aura of ten Quadrillion in complexity, smashed towards him.

He did not evade. He met it with his own. The impact was a silent, terrible thing.

The Troll’s fist did not just stop; it shattered!

BOOM!

The force of Noah’s blow, amplified by a body that was now part Everything-metal, traveled up the creature’s arm, turning rock and flesh to powder!

The Troll’s roar of fury turned into a silent, bewildered scream as its entire upper body was simply... unmade.

Blood, thick and viscous and the color of old gold, flew across the primordial sky!

...!

Another Juvenile, its maw filled with teeth like jagged mountains, tried to swallow him whole.

HUUUM!

Noah simply flew straight through its head, his body a missile of pure, unadulterated power, leaving a perfectly circular, cauterized hole in the creature’s skull!

He moved through them like a force of nature, his every blow a final, absolute verdict!

Their immense bodies, which could have crushed cities, were as fragile as glass before him.

He split them, he broke them, he unmade them!

Oh!

And as the first few fell, their colossal, broken forms tumbling down the mountainside, a new, chilling voice echoed in his mind.

|[The Aegis of the Architect] is detecting a high concentration of ambient, unclaimed Everythings from your defeated enemies, Master.|

|New Feature Unlocked: [The Tyrant’s Feast].|

|Function: The Aegis, as a symbiotic partner, now seeks to aid in your growth. It will actively ”drink” the Everythings of defeated enemies, devouring what is left of their existence to refine it into pure, usable Purity for it and you.|

|Analysis: It seems your new armor has an appetite. I recommend you feed it.|

Noah’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile. He tapped the intricate, white-gold necklace that rested against his clavicle!

In the next instant, he was no longer a man. He was a Creature of War!

The Aegis of the Architect materialized around him, a silent, perfect symphony of interlocking white and gold plates.

The golden visor flared to life, a sun in the growing twilight of the mountain. And then, the feast began!

Oh!

HUUM!

Tendrils of pure, white-gold light, sharp as spears, erupted from the armor. They shot out, piercing the corpses of the fallen Trolls. The massive, mountain-sized bodies were instantly pulled towards him, not as whole forms, but as streams of unraveling data, of shredded existence!

They were broken down, consumed, and absorbed into the very fabric of his armor.

And as they were, the pristine white of the Aegis began to take on a faint, almost imperceptible, red hue.

The more he killed, the more he devoured, the redder his armor would become.

|[The Tyrant’s Feast] is active. Devouring the essence of [Primordial Verdant Troll]...|

|Purity Refined: +500 Trillion. This has been added directly to your own existence and the Aegis.|

The other Trolls, seeing their brethren not just killed but utterly consumed, roared with a new, deeper fury.

From the peak of the mountain, the great Yeti King, Borborygmos, rose to his full, world-sized height.

He waved a colossal, furred hand, a gesture of absolute command!

And in response, the mountain itself came alive.

Thousands of Juvenile and Elder Trolls, their eyes now blazing with a bloodthirsty, crimson light, surged from every cave, every crevice, every shadow.

They surrounded Noah, a living, breathing, and very angry sphere of teeth and claws and pure, primal power.

Noah looked at the swarming, screaming horde, and he laughed!

A deep, resonant, and utterly joyous sound amplified by his new armor. He was a wolf in a field of very large, very angry sheep!

He moved. His speed was a violation of physics, a blur of white and gold that left streaks of light in the air.

He was a tempest of controlled, brutal violence. He used the capabilities of the Aegis, testing its wonders, its limits.

He activated the [Tyrant’s Gait], and with every step he took in the air, a wave of pure, oppressive Haki washed over the Trolls, slowing them, weakening them, making them easy prey.

He used the [Weaver’s Gauntlets], his hands now extensions of the Artifice system, and he wove!

A simple [Weave of Imposition] turned a charging Elder Troll’s stone-like hide to brittle glass.

A [Weave of Distillation] stripped another of its chaotic, regenerative aura, leaving it vulnerable!

He was a whirlwind of death. He ripped through their titanic bodies, each hundreds of miles in size, as if they were nothing more than blood bags.

A punch would shatter a jaw the size of a mountain range. A kick would cave in a chest that could have housed a city!

HUUM!

And with every kill, the white-gold tendrils of his armor would lash out, drinking, devouring, refining.

The red hue of his armor deepened, from a faint blush to a rich, arterial crimson.

|Purity Refined: +705 Trillion...|

|Purity Refined: +520 Trillion...|

|Kinetic Energy Stored: 38.7 Quadrillion.|

...!

But the Trolls were relentless!

They were a tide of pure, primal fury, and for every one he killed, two more seemed to take its place.

The Elder Trolls, beings of over 300 Quadrillion in complexity, were a somewhat genuine threat.

One of them, a gnarled, ancient creature whose very presence seemed to warp the space around it, managed to land a blow, its colossal club smashing into Noah’s side with the force of a colliding planet.

Noah was sent hurtling through the air, a white and gold comet that smashed through three of the floating islands, shattering them into dust!

Dust!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!

|Kinetic Energy Stored: 188.9 Quadrillion.|

He emerged from the debris, his armor unscratched, his internal systems humming with a glorious, exhilarating energy. But the time for playing with the children was over!

The Yeti King moved!

Its speed was a paradox. A being the size of a world should not have been able to move that fast!

It was simply there. One moment, it was on its throne of ice at the peak of the mountain. The next, its colossal fist, now wreathed in the light of a collapsing, ten-layered Fold, was smashing down upon him. The very sky seemed to crash, to fall, to end!