Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4326

Chapter 4326: A Glorious Protocol! I

A terrifying progression.

In existence, there are good enemies, and there are horrid enemies. A good enemy is a straightforward thing.

They want your land, your resources, your head on a spike. They make their intentions clear, and they attack you. You fight, you win or you lose. It is a clean, honest, and brutal transaction.

But a horrid enemy... a horrid enemy is a different beast entirely. They are the ones who attack you while telling you they are doing it for your own good. To save you. To make sure you do not harm yourself.

They are the ones who will burn your house to the ground and then explain, with a sad, paternalistic smile, that they were simply trying to keep you warm. These types of enemies... they are absolutely the worst.

In the Early Veiled Shore.

A profound stillness had settled over the Radiant Shore. The joyous, chaotic energy of progression had given way to a quiet, focused solemnity.

Across the golden sands, Noah’s people had emerged from their states of rapid, endowment-fueled cultivation.

Sigrid rose, her form a beacon of pure white Order against the azure backdrop of the Shore. Noah turned to her, a faint, almost teasing smile on his lips. "Are you my captive?"

She looked at him, and her eyes, which held the serene, unyielding light of a fundamental law, flashed with a flicker of something almost like... annoyance. "It doesn’t seem like I am," she said, her voice a calm, even current.

"But these existences..." Her gaze drifted to the screens, to the silent, orderly legions of The Prime Dead, and a shadow of concern crossed her perfect features.

Noah saw it, that flicker of worry, and his smile softened. "They are merely Prime Dead," he said, his voice a quiet, reassuring anchor in the sea of her unspoken fears. "Nothing too crazy."

In the next moment, a new presence made itself known.

Khor floated towards him, her diminutive form a stark, beautiful contrast to the vast, open expanse of the Shore, her abyssal eyes pulsing with a contained, ancient power. She turned and looked across the Shore, her gaze settling on the far corner where a second, identical body of herself was calmly overseeing the separation of Bob from the Mutated In Abitability, with Liora standing nearby, her face a mask of anxious, hopeful anticipation.

Khor looked at all of this, then turned back to Noah. "I need to let loose, Outsider," she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "I am holding a little anger inside of me, and it would be good to express it. With how much I have been eating... I could likely keep that Tatiana busy. Though she is not a simple one, as she appears. You would have to find a way to deal with the other ones."

...!

Noah smiled at her words. Yes, out of all the impossible, terrible weapons in his arsenal, Khor was undoubtedly one of the strongest. With his power, her power, and the overwhelming might of the Resplendent Citadels, they might just be able to hold back this terrifying new force.

But...

Noah shook his head.

He stared at Khor, at his people, at the magnificent, terrible army he had built, and his smile widened into a grand, tyrannical expression. "You all have gotten a glimpse of My Way. My Civilization. I now wish to give you... a full look at it."

BOOM!

A full look!

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