Chapter 4289: War! III
Chapter 4289: War! III
Khor’s voice carried a sense of sharpness and bitterness as if she were here herself, after all she now knew...she may just act to decimate the Early Creatures and forces behind THE Loom herself!
Noah silently consoled her.
He watched these Early Creatures, and a question bloomed in his mind. What was his Way of Existence? The Way of Existence of Noah Osmont. Was he absolutely certain of it?
Indefatigably so?
HUUM!
As he thought this, his body, which had been a calm, contained vessel of his immense power, began to radiate!
It was not a violent eruption, but a slow, inexorable bloom of pure, tyrannical light. He did not have a single Way. He had many. He had Tyranny. He had Quintessence. He had Infinity. He had Cheats. He was all of it, and he was none of it.
He was... himself!
And in that, in the absolute, unshakeable, and glorious certainty of his own, multifaceted being, he found his answer.
He had indefatigable certainty in himself. In his Everythings. In his own potential Civilization.
Civilization!
His eyes flashed with a perilous light as he organized his thoughts.
It was a word that carried the weight of a thousand different meanings, a concept that was both a fortress and a cage. For some, it is the quiet, ordered life within the walls, the comfort of shared purpose, the strength of a collective will.
For others, it was the stifling embrace of conformity, the slow, gentle death of the individual in the name of the group.
But for a Civilization to truly endure, for it to not just survive but to thrive, it needed more than just walls and a shared purpose. It needed a belief.
A deep, abiding, and utterly unshakable faith in its own Way of Existence. A certainty so profound that it becomes a law of nature, a force that can bend reality itself!
This was the true source of Aethelgard’s strength.
It was not just a city of powerful beings; it was a city of true believers!
They do not just think they are superior; they know it, with a certainty that is as fundamental as their own breathing!
And that belief, that collective, indefatigable certainty, is a weapon more potent than any army, a shield more resilient than any wall.
For in the end, the wars of existence are not won by those with the most power, but by those with the most absolute, unshakeable, and glorious faith in their own, chosen truth.
At this time...
"My friends, look upon those who seek to disrupt our Way of Existence."
...!
The voice of Forgemaster Vulcan echoed out nearby with calm and glory as he smiled while nodding to the far distance.
He was on the rampart, his massive form a silent, bronze mountain of contained power.
Around him, other Elder Early Creatures, beings whose very presence was a law of nature, stood in a loose, yet perfectly coordinated formation.
Their gazes were fixed on the horizon, but their demeanor was not one of fear. It was... a quiet, almost leisurely, anticipation.
As if they were waiting for a storm they knew they could weather.
Noah also looked ahead. His eyes, now capable of perceiving the very texture of reality, saw it.
Light-years away, a storm of complexity and purity was surging towards them. It was not a chaotic, natural phenomenon. It was an army.
And as the distance closed, as the light of their approach finally resolved into discernible shapes, Noah’s gaze, and the very core of his being, buzzed gloriously at what he saw!
Tens of thousands of them. Justiciars!
’In such a short period of time?’
He shook his head in amazement as a fee things here didnt make sense!
But there they were!
Their pristine white armor, a stark, brutalist mockery of the elegant, growth-type Aegis he wore, gleamed with a cold, sterile light.
They moved in perfect, silent unison, a river of absolute, unyielding Purity that threatened to wash away all that stood in its path.
|Hostile Force Composition Analyzed.|
|Primary Threat: [Living Existential Armor – Justiciar Model].|
|Quantity: Approximately 30,000 units observed so far.|
|Power Range: 800 Quadrillion (Standard Infantry) to 1,500 Quadrillion (Elite Guard).|
HUUM!
At the very forefront of this terrifying legion, a small, yet infinitely more dangerous, contingent floated.
They were the commanders, the architects of this coming war. Noah’s gaze settled on the central figure, and his interface provided a name that was a quiet, terrible detonation in his mind.
|[Dr. Flamel]|
|Classification: Elder Early Creature|
|Complexity: 3,200 Quadrillion|
|Purity: 3,300 Quadrillion|
...!
He was a being of impossible, terrible power, clad in a simple, pristine white lab coat that seemed to mock the very concept of armor.
Surrounding him were other beings of a similar, terrifying caliber. Elder Early Creatures whose power exceeded 1,001 Quadrillion, their forms a diverse, magnificent pageant of primordial might.
And a few, like Vulcan, were Elder Early Creatures who had their very presence a weight that seemed to bend the fabric of the Fold.
This was not merely an army. This was a single, collective beast of innovation, a civilization of science that had weaponized its own genius!
Noah could feel it, a collective Haki that wrapped around them all, a unified field of will that made them a single, unstoppable entity.
He could feel the cold, callous light in the eyes of the Justiciars, the absence of emotion, the pure, clinical intent to... purify.
It was eerily similar to the one from his current time!
And more than that, he could feel the vibrant, almost arrogant, glow of multiple Principles, ancient and terrible weavings of existence that wrapped around Dr. Flamel and the others like a second skin.
The very air began to tremble with both a simple, physical shaking...and a deep, conceptual shudder!
HUUM!
Existential Trembling.
The very fabric of the First Folds groaned under the weight of so much concentrated power moving with a single, unified purpose!
Oh!𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
The ground beneath Aethelgard, the sky above it, the very space between its atoms... all of it began to vibrate with a terror that was absolute!
Oh!!!