Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3618  Impossibilities! I

The Peacemaker.

Noah gazed at such a being with a calculating expression as he placed Ashmole's dazed body beside him, the eyes of this old man shining with the black and white light of Eldritch Expanse as, at this moment, every single shred of his records, memories, and weavings were being analyzed.

Around them, golden strings of existence reformed as the white gold glow of the Expanse returned, calmness and serenity settling in as Noah spoke out nonchalantly.

"Peacemaker…I believe I've heard of your weavings from Bob. You're here and not here as you must be another Ankyra, or at the very least someone with a heavy flow that Bob was forming connections with?"

He spoke nonchalantly.

Yet his words had very clear intent as when he spoke about Bob, there was clear distaste and animosity towards him as he left no possibility of misunderstanding for the Peacemaker to look at him and question whether he was aligned with Bob.

Initially surprised by the direct mention, the Peacemaker was silent with contemplation before he nodded and replied. "Osmont. I've heard this name a few times before, the first being from the Alchemist beside you in our first meeting. As for Bob, that creature is…something to be feared."

…!

"Oh?" Noah raised his brows as he looked at the figure of the Peacemaker that became more and more illusory.

And this being opposite him nodded as he touched the Nine Pointed Star on his chest while continuing.

"He is not alive. His Source is dead. What he draws from is dead. He has nothing to live for, and yet he is moving with such activity and complexity in these Weavings of the Wheel. He is the first enemy I have run away from for the sake of my peace…forcing me to find a new home in another True Source entirely. Once I elevate my complexity a bit more, I will come back to eliminate him for my prolonged peace. But until then…"

…!

His eyes held a heavy complexity as he did not have any hesitation for his actions!

And Noah thought about his words.

A being that was not alive.

He was dead. The True Source he pulled from was dead.

So naturally, why would he come to a place with a vast and mighty True Source?

The answers to be extrapolated were many as each one was more dreadful than the last.

Noah shook his head as he looked at the Peacemaker, who was about to entirely disappear.

He ran from Bob due to his power as at this moment, Noah also knew his complexity was still not enough for Bob.

He didn't run because he had certain layers of protection, but he still needed a high enough complexity that when he fought this being again, it would not be so one sided!

There was a lot to be done to prepare for everything as there were Nodes, Frequencies, and Wars to clear out.

But he would be ready.

He nodded towards the Peacemaker who was giving one last gaze to Ashmole.

"This man was another thing that had me on edge, but my weavings tell me you have truly neutralized him as he shouldn't be an issue. Be careful of man. For a dead man, revival can be the only thing he seeks. But existence is balanced. Nothing dead can come back to life unless the life of another is taken in exchange. If he seeks to give life to a Dead True Source, then naturally, another True Source has to die…"

Heavy words echoed out from the Peacemaker as his visage dissipated entirely, and yet the nearby weavings of existence held no change at all as if nothing had been there to begin with!

Noah looked at such a scene with sharp eyes as he tugged on Ashmole as if he were pulling along a dog.

"What a unique existence…"

This time had provided a great deal of things and success.

First, he could effectively say that the Prime Frequency of the End…only had his True Source Atlas of Existence as the source that all Entities within it could pull from!

Countless Channelers were all connected to his True Source.

Every time they channeled…

BZZT!

The wheel of his Atlas spun as it gushed out heavy waves of Complexity.

Pristine complexity that was all directed towards the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed!

And since Absolute Unidemic Existence Pathogenesis ensured every entity was a Channeler of his True Source, his other body utilized the Primal Flame of the Wheel to do exactly what Bob had done to the Frequency of Aqua.

Channeling to the Wheel of Existence was blocked off.

A simple action, but it was one that allowed him to easily incapacitate a True Channeler who had exceeded Undeniable Telos Prime Source complexity.

And now, this entire Prime Frequency of the End was secured as he had one more alteration to make to the Node of Existence of this Frequency.

That whatever changes were done to other Frequencies connected to the Wheel of Existence, this particular Frequency would remain unaffected!

This…was just the first time and layer of protection.

Noah would leave no stone unturned as he did this to ensure that whatever Bob was doing would not result in a catastrophe here, and in the meantime, the main thing he waited for…

BZZT!

Was complexity.

He smiled as he felt a certain Mundi within his Atlas buzzing with brilliance, the Wheel of the Atlas making another turn and giving a burst of complexity to the foremost Pathway as…

|The Pathway to the True Source of the Singed has crossed the critical threshold of the halfway point to the True Source.|

…!

Yes.

The Singed.

The Loot obtained from enemies. The Loot from Ruination and the Forge!

And now, the complexity that arose from the Wheel of the Atlas turning every second as countless entities Channeled through it!

From F-rank hunters in small worlds just coming in contact with mana and casting fireballs.

To Source Complexity Entities among the Watchers of the Wheelomachy that he was purging at this very moment to ensure this Frequency was clean!

From all of this, a road was more than half walked.

And the result of this…was indubitably glorious!