Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4271: Discoveries, Inventions, and Glory! V

The blow connected. Noah was driven down like a nail, smashing into the side of the mountain with a force that sent a shockwave across the entire area.

A massive, continent-sized crater bloomed on the face of the Frostfang Peak that spread out for thousands of miles!

But even as the Yeti King looked down, its crimson eyes burning with a triumphant fury, a figure rose from the heart of the crater.

Noah. His armor was still pristine, his posture still one of arrogant, unyielding defiance.

He was not injured, much less daunted as everything about his armoref majesty pulsed with activity and immensity!

He looked up at the world-sized titan, and he bellowed, his voice a glorious, amplified roar that shook the heavens. ”COME!”

WUU!

The word was almost like a command, and his voice held a glorious, enticing allure.

The two of them flew towards each other. Their speed was a thing of pure, conceptual terror, a velocity that had left light behind as a quaint, provincial notion!

Light! What the fuck was that?!

BOOM!

Their impacts were not sounds; they were events, detonations of pure power that decimated the mountain and shattered the nearby floating islands into clouds of primordial dust.

His figure, tiny and small, smashed onto this beast of 495 Quadrillion Complexity and Purity as he was pushed back slightly, but he remained unfettered!

His Resistances were working. His Justiciar was working.

Perpetual Harvest burned, Cheating Architect burned...to hurt him or injure hid existence...took a great deal of effort as the damage thst was actually passed through was less than 300 Quadrillion!

And this was him relying on his Justiciar alone as he did not unleash his Goad or his Heart to burn with bloody purple flames, but the Justiciar was the part of him that was the most powerful at this moment.

HUUM!

During their impossible, high-speed ballet of destruction, Noah would occasionally break off, a flash of white and gold that would carve through a nearby Elder Troll before re-engaging the King.

The infuriated roars of Borborygmos echoed through the Fold as he watched his children being used as mere snacks in the middle of their duel!

And so, the Yeti King, its patience finally, utterly exhausted, pulled out its trump card.

A brilliant, verdant light, tinged with a strange, almost mathematical coldness, began to shine from its heart.

The light of a Principle.

Oh!

|Warning: A Defective Principle has been detected.|

Not a Seed of a Principle.

A Defective Principle!

|[The Principle of Absolute Territory]: Within a defined area, the wielder’s authority is supreme. All other authorities are suppressed. All actions are amplified.|

|Analysis: It is a flawed, incomplete Principle, but it is a Principle nonetheless, Master. I would advise... caution.|

Noah felt it. A crushing, oppressive weight that was not physical, but conceptual.

His Haki was dampened. His Weaves became sluggish, difficult. The very air had become his enemy, the space around him now the personal property of the Yeti King!

He was no longer just fighting a being of immense power; he was fighting a fundamental weavings of this small corner of existence!

He was...struggling. And it was glorious!

BOOM!

The Yeti King, shining within verdant brilliance, brought its fists down like a hammer of endings as it burned with Early Existential Authority and the Authority of a Principle.

For minutes that felt like eons, they fought.

Noah was pushed back, his armor battered by blows that now carried the absolute weight of a Principle.

But with every blow, with every desperate, clawing exchange, he was growing. He continued to carve through the Elder Trolls, his armor drinking their purity, its crimson hue now a deep, bloody scarlet.

|Purity Refined: +950 Trillion...|

|Purity Refined: +980 Trillion...|

|Kinetic Energy Stored: 447 Quadrillion.|

The glorious, desperate battle continued. He was learning, adapting, his own power, his own will, pushing against the oppressive law of the Yeti’s Principle!

And then, he crossed a threshold.

THUMP!

The combined Purity of his own being and the Aegis surged past the 500 Quadrillion mark.

Oh.

Oh!

The tide turned.

His movements became sharper, faster. His blows, once just powerful, now carried a new, undeniable weight.

He activated the [Absolute Purity Control] of his armor, and his voice was no longer just a sound, but a weapon.

”KNEEL,” he commanded!

He! Commanded!

HUUM!

And the Yeti King, for a single, infinitesimal moment, faltered, its own authority struggling against his.

He unleashed the stored energy.

|Releasing all stored [Existential Kinetic Authority].|

|Projected Yield: 621 Quadrillion Purity.|

A beam of pure, incandescent white-gold light erupted from his chest, a torrent of repurposed violence that was not just an attack, but a statement.

It slammed into the Yeti King, and for the first time, the great beast was sent reeling back, a roar of pure, unadulterated pain tearing from its throat.

The battle became a slaughter. Noah was now the predator, his every move a masterpiece of brutal, overwhelming force.

He was faster, stronger, his every blow shattering the Yeti’s defenses.

He tore through its furred hide, ripped apart its stone-like muscles, and painted the snowy peaks of the mountain with its crimson-gold blood!

He continued to do so as seconds passed, their surrounding landscape razed and decimated to oblivion!

Until...

Finally, the great beast fell.

It crashed to the ground, its world-sized body shaking the entire area, holes torn through it, its form shredded and bleeding from a thousand different wounds.

Its Principle flickered.

”...”

Noah stood over it, his own armor now a deep, glorious crimson, the color of a victorious, blood-soaked Emperor.

He felt the exhilarating, soul-deep satisfaction of a hard-won, desperate victory!

And then, he finished it.

His body shot down like a star, a final, absolute verdict. He crashed through the Yeti King’s skull, a gory, triumphant explosion of bone and brain matter and pure, conceptual power.

And as he stood amidst the carnage, his armor, no longer just a defense, but an instrument of his hunger, radiated a thousand white-gold tendrils.

They sank into the massive, world-sized titan, and the final, glorious feast began.

|[The Tyrant’s Feast] is active. Devouring the essence of [Yeti King – Borborygmos]...|

|Total Purity Gained: +25,200,000,000,000,000 (25.2 Quadrillion).|

|A [Preserved Defective Seed of a Principle] has been analyzed and stored. The [Principle of Absolute Territory] is now available for further study.|

|Congratulations, Master. You have won.|

...!

Oh!