Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)
chapter-2886

2886 Dungeon Break! I

The eyes of Basileus Anaine were shining with a fervent gaze as she mentioned 'that'!

Something that the Archon Basileus gained access to when their Legacy was given the reins to oversee these lands.

Something that was intricately connected to everything here, and yet sitting so far above it that under its control, no entity could deny its weaving.

Her pink lips trembled as she couldn't help but utter out…

The Codex…

HUUM!

The surrounding reality buzzed and trembled at the mere mention of such a word as the fervent light within the eyes of Basileus Anaine slowly dimmed, her pupils coming to focus on the reverential figures of Cavalier Reylyra and other Dikastes of Extremity as she continued.

But since it is approaching this stage with multiple Prime Seeds being corrupted, it comes to a critical period where…'that' may need to take place. I don't favor it, nor do I wish for it to be utilized. It's bad for business…and we'll have to mingle with the Blackhats to all be in agreement. As Basileus, we can't easily descend so it is still up to you all. Continue to act against the Insurgent and see what other results unfold for now. As for his authorities…

Her graceful figure focused on the tendrils of Tyranny and Infinity contained within the bubbles of light, her fingers coming to twirl around them once more.

Her intent weaved.

But this time, it didn't weave to anyone here.

It weaved towards the Foreign Existential Extremity Authorities before her!

Hey, can you hear me?

WAA!

Do these Authorities still have any trace of your will? Can you still observe their weavings?

…!

She…was talking to the tendrils of Authorities as if she was waiting for an answer on the other side!

Seeing this scene, Basileus Urirr scoffed while shaking his head.

It is an impossibility for any trace of a Seed to remain in this space. Why do this?

An impossibility.

Basileus Anaine heard these words and smiled.

Across the weavings of Extremes, Records, and Existence…

were there ever any absolute impossibilities?!

Basileus Anaine pushed the bubbles containing the tendrils of Tyranny and Infinity towards the two massive Existential Engineers around them as her intent circled around the concept of impossibilities.

No matter. The Engineers will study them deeply and provide you all with countermeasures. I'll let Father know, so you all keep to your duties. Wake others from hibernation if necessary.

Yes, Basileus!

Cavalier Reylyra and the others spoke out reverentially as an instant later, the figures of both Basileus Anaine and Basileus Urirr disappeared as if they were never there!

Cavalier Reylyra breathed easy thereafter as she and the others rose, gazing towards the Existential Engineers that had already begun to work as they waited.

When the Existential Extremity Authorities of the Insurgent could be countered, what would he do then?

[The weavings of your authorities are traversing great distances into areas unexplored by those similar to you.]

Noah's vision was bright.

A hazy vermillion colored light covered all of his vision as it was taking a great deal of his power, but he continued to peer into the weavings of Records and Existence while the Dikastes of Extremity carried his Existential Extremity Authorities far, far deeper into the Aeonic Annals of Extremity!

[Your Authority as the Weaver of Extremity is becoming heavily expanded as you continue to peer into the intricate and unseen weavings of Existence and Records.]

He saw many things!

He saw the Dikastes of Extremity pass through a plasmic runic circle that scanned everything about them.

He saw them pass through another, and then arrive before a solid runic circle that seemed impenetrable to all others but then.

Every prior runic circle they crossed caused his vision to lessen more and more as there was very little he could see at this moment, but he was able to observe the Dikastes of Extremity turn around and fit their wings into molds of the endless circular wall before their existence was sucked into someplace else entirely.

And here….

[The gaze of the Weaver of Extremity has been obscured by an undeniable authority.]

His sight was stopped.

He couldn't see anything else thereafter as it seemed like the Dikastes of Extremity had entered a truly terrifying place!

But he had achieved what he wanted to achieve to an extent.

Grasping exactly where the home of these entities was located.

They couldn't find him, but he could them!

Now, the only question that remained…was how he could get close to such a location and even infiltrate it when there were so many layers of checks and restrictions.

The only method to pass the final check seemed to depend on becoming a Dikastes of Extremity himself, or morphing into such an entity to an extent that he would never be recognized as anything else but that.

He had to-

Hey, C&n y@u he$r me?

…!

His existence buzzed as through the weavings connected to him, he heard a voice with garbled sets of words.

The voice was enough to make his gaze extremely stern and heavy as…from its weaving intent, no signature of the Gradations of Extremity lay within it!

It meant that very likely, it was an entity that had exceeded the Gradations of Extremity beginning to peer into him.

Coming to such a conclusion, Noah knew he had to hurry and keep on forging forward!

And at this moment, a critical moment of progression was coming as great change was about to bloom in one of his projects, and it was none other than his Existential Dungeon Apocalypse beginning to show its wonders!

Away from the gaze of the Weaver of Extremity.

In the Vitalis Hyperversal Domains.

Inside the Dungeon Monolith where two entities at the Seventh Gradation of Extremity were sent in.

The Primogenitor of Dust had an ashen expression filled with disbelief asshe gazed at the Primogenitor of the Sword who was in a similar predicament.

They…at the Seventh Gradation of Extremity, were actually outmatched!

Above them stood the figures of Barbatos stroking the skull of a massive Abyssal Hyperversal Undead Entity pulsing with tendrils of Existential Extremity Authorities, her tantalizing figure voicing out coldly and with majesty.

[If you and your people wish to be saved…call out to the Weaver of Extremity.]

…!