Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)

2279 The Last True Emperor! Il

In this confusing and incredulous moment of silence...a booming voice finally came out.

<How interesting...your backing to begin acting like this after you just enter the Havens of Extremity is the fact that you've managed to expand the Boundary of your Age to the 6th Layer?>

WAA!

A voice full of power and regality that even caused the surroundings to tremble.

It was the grandeur of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan emanating out as his magnificent figure lazily gazed from his purple throne!

His words caused others to stare in wonder and revise their opinions on this being that was acting incredulously at this moment, the secret that this being had achieved a Crimson Echelon being revealed.

Many True Emperors had passed through the Abecedarian Sacrarium during their Ascension.

But none had already achieved the 6th Boundary Layer when they did so!

Was that why this existence before them acted with such a level of confidence? And most of all, why were the Sacrarium Emperors still humoring him at this moment and letting him do what he pleased?

The prominent Ancestral Lernaeans currently present in the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber watched closely as their Automaton Boundary Modulators were actively recording the scenes playing one, wanting to see how all this would unfold as in their hearts...they waited to see this being put into his place.

They wanted him to be shown how far the distance was between him and those who had been living in the Havens of Extremity all these years!

One of the few beings who didn't have any thoughts as he shrunk back in his throne...was the visage of Commander Lanka who still felt a great sense of danger as even the ringing voice of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan did not soothe him.

And towards the words of Emperor Vulcan...the Emperor from the risen golden Throne gazed towards the thrones at the peak of these two mountains as he spoke clearly.

<I am the Last True Emperor to come from the Barren Lands...The True Emperor of Quintessence. The reason you all are here right now to be graced with my presence...is because there are questions deserving of answers.>

WAA!

His words were calm and level headed, yet they caused a mysterious phenomenon to play out around him as the essence of Extremity buzzed!

The words contained utmost power and regality as the being stated...that he was actually here to question the Sacrarium Emperors.

The situation was so unbelievable as many eyes continued to pass from the thrones of the Sacrarium Emperors and to this newly declared True Emperor of Quintessence, and they continued to see nobody make any major move as they could only watch!

Atop the mountains with tendrils of purple light bouncing on the throne, the visage of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan was smiling dangerously as when he gazed towards the hazy seat of Sacrarium Empress Ophelia and still saw no movements from her, he allowed for the current situation to unfold as his Will emanated out curiously.

<Oh?>

What could the Last True Emperor of the Barren Lands have to ask questions about?

With two dazzling silver haired women floating beside him, Noah reclined onto his dreamy sandy gold throne as he tapped on the armrest while speaking out with a gaze of power and Tyranny.

<I know that the two of you have no real power apart from protecting this Sacrarium, but when the Ancestors decreed that the Barren Lands should be destroyed...did you all hesitate? Did you at all speak up in defiance? Or did you just sit in your comfy homes and allow the safe passage of Theseus and all the others through the Pylon of Ascension to guarantee the Cataclysm of the Planes of Existence with innumerable creatures?>

...!

Yes!

The Sacrarium Emperors Vulcan and Ophelia were placed as the leaders to protect and watch over the Abecedarian Sacrarium, but this wasn't the extent of their positions.

They were powerful and renowned beings to have become designated as Sacrarium Emperors, but they weren't even close to the core power of the Ancestral Lernaeans as such beings...were the True Ancestors that occeupied the most important Sacrariums and Domains under the Lineage of the Ancestral Lernaeans!

The existences of the same stature as the True Emperor of Genesis who used the 9 Minor Planes as Anchors for the Desolate Mausoleum.

Noah questioned that when these existences decreed cataclysm for the Barren Lands, did the two most powerful beings in the Abecedarian Sacrarium even so much as speak up against the massacre of countless weaker existences that were their own Descendants?!

...!

The words caused utmost silence to reign in the surroundings before soon after that, boisterous laughter erupted from the highest point of the stellar purple mountain.

<Haha! That's what this was all about? This flimsy show of power was you expressing your anger for the destruction of a mere Desolate Plane?>

The plump visage of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan was made visible to all as his figure seemed to grow larger and larger in their eyes, potent derision and disappointment apparent in his eyes as he continued.

<I allowed you to enjoy the feeling of a power trip because I thought you would make for an interesting clown, but this...this is just a waste of my time.>

...!

<No, Little Emperor. We did not question the Will of the Ancestors as we understand that a single droplet of water...cannot compare to a vast sea.>

The Barren Lands and all the existences within it were likened to a mere drop of water.

The many Sacrariums and existences living within them with the boundless possibilities of the Havens of Extremity...were likened to a vast sea!

<But...it seems that you were and still are against the Will of the Ancestors.>

A devilish and cruel smile began to form on Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan's face as he continued while his body began to burn with billowing purple flames!

With utmost calmness and apathy, his voice emanated out from his imposing visage.

<And all those standing against the Will of the Ancestors...are deserving of death.>

WAA!

A shocking development unfurled.

Space began to buzz as the very make up of Reality felt like an oppressive blanket has cascaded over it!

The eyes of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan released purple tendrils of light as his glorious visage now contained a trace of ridicule whole his might erupted out.

<Did you truly think you could stand and say all these things without any repercussions? Must I show you that I can cause you to return to the same position below these mountains with a flick of my hand?>

...!