Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4283

Chapter 4283: Civilization! II

Away from Aethelgard.

In the Early Laboratories.

The Omega Lab was a cathedral of glorious silent creation!

In its heart, amidst a forest of crystalline glass and white metal, a being of impossible, terrible power stood in quiet contemplation.

This was Dr. Flamel. He was an Elderborn, an Early Creature of such profound antiquity that his very presence was a law of nature.

His power, a calm, contained ocean of three thousand Quadrillion in Complexity, was cloaked in the simple, unassuming guise of a white laboratory coat.

He was a scientist, an architect, a Creature in the clothes of a scholar!

Surrounding him, arranged in perfect, silent rows, were his creations. Hundreds of them.

Living Existential Armors, Justiciars, their pristine white forms gleaming under the soft, ambient light of the laboratory.

They were a legion of silent, sleeping weapons, each one a testament to his genius, each one a weapon of unimaginable destructive potential!

His ancient, starlit eyes, which had witnessed the birth of concepts, were fixed on his work.

"The initial production run is complete," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to make the very air vibrate.

"But they are untested. We have had no time for proper field tests, no data on their performance under duress."

As he spoke, a new voice, a melody of seductive power and ancient amusement, echoed through the lab. "Why worry about field tests, my dear Doctor, when you are about to have a whole war?"

A figure floated down from the upper levels of the laboratory, a being of such breathtaking, impossible beauty that she seemed to be a living work of art.

She was an Early Creature, her form clad in a flowing, crimson chiton robe that did little to hide the dangerous grace of her every movement.

She laughed, a sound like shattering crystal and honeyed wine.

"THE Living Concept," she purred, her eyes, the color of a dying star, fixed on Flamel, "thought you were lacking in numbers. A beautiful, but ultimately insufficient, collection of soldiers for the coming contest. So... I was given a small gift to bring over. The Concept to Multiply."

As she spoke, she raised her hands. In her palms, a small, shimmering object, a thing that looked like a single, perfectly cut diamond of pure, conceptual light, pulsed with a power so immense it made the very fabric of the laboratory groan!

It was a fragment, a sliver of the authority of a Level One Scale existence!

The beautiful Early Creature, with a smile that was both a promise and a threat, released the object.

It floated towards the silent, waiting legion of Justiciars, and as it did, it released a pressure, a wave of pure, unadulterated creation so profound that even Dr. Flamel, even the other mighty Early Creatures in the lab, felt their very existences shudder, a primal, instinctual urge to fall to their knees before a power that was absolute!

The diamond of light touched the first Justiciar. And then, the multiplication began. It was not a simple act of copying. It was a bloom of creation, a violent, beautiful genesis that was both horrifying and magnificent to behold.

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