Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4237

Chapter 4237: Khor’s Rage! I

Outside, in the roiling chaos of what was once the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, the forces of Law were throwing a tantrum against the unyielding walls of his new fortress.

It was, he had to admit, deeply satisfying to watch.

He turned his gaze from the futile assault to the figure who had materialized silently beside him.

Malphas, this glorious Attendant, bowed with a grace that was both perfect and predatory.

"The stage is set, My Lord," Malphas said, his voice a low, calm murmur that carried the weight of absolute command.

"Maintain you gaze and increase it to cover all Folds if you can."

...!

"And begin spreading the news," Noah continued, a devilish smile touching his lips.

"A rumor. A whisper. A ’Sanctuary’ of impossible power and untold treasures has appeared in a region of Collapse near the territories of the Living Laws. Let the greedy and the desperate come. Let them test my walls and feed my growth. None of them are dumb as they will soon sense the siphoning of their power and may even stop attacking...we need to make it so that they cannot stop attacking even if they want to."

HUUM!

Malphas’s crimson eyes gleamed with a profound, almost zealous, understanding. He saw the beautiful, terrible elegance of his Master’s plan.

A fortress that fed on the aggression of its enemies. It was a strategy of such pure, refined tyranny that it bordered on art.

"Yes, My Lord," he said, his voice a smooth, cultured purr of absolute obedience.

With a final, deep bow, he dissolved into the shadows, his consciousness already spreading across the Folds like an unseen plague.

Noah’s attention then shifted to a screen only he could see, this one showing the chaotic, marbled halls of the Juridical Sanctum.

He watched as his son, Henry, and his small, absurdly powerful party carved a path of elegant destruction through the prison’s defenses.

New, more powerful Dukes of Law were arriving, their auras blazing with righteous fury, turning what had been a simple training exercise into a genuine, high-stakes conflict. It was time to end the lesson!

A mental message, a thread of pure, paternal command, shot across the Folds and into his son’s mind.

’You may return now. But your entry needs to be... public.’

...!

He began to relay the instructions, his thoughts a precise, detailed script for the performance to come.

’Play the role of an arrogant young master. Your expression should be one of bored condescension. Your words should drip with the kind of entitlement that makes even a saint want to land a fist on your face. Mock them. Make them burn with a rage so profound they lose all reason. Tell them they are unworthy of entering this grand ’Inheritance of THE Creature.’ Make them believe that our new home is a prize to be won, not a fortress to be feared.’

WAA!

As the message was sent, Noah watched the scene outside The Loom’s Aegis.

The assembled Dukes of Law were still hurling their conceptual weapons at the barrier, their frustration mounting with each failed attempt. And then, a new variable entered their equation!

A portal of brilliant, white-gold light tore open in the space just before the Aegis.

From it, Henry and his party stepped out!

He carried himself with a new, infuriating swagger. He looked at the assembled Dukes, these ancient pillars of Law, not with fear, but with a look of profound, weary boredom. He even had the audacity to yawn.

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