NOVGO.NET Chapter 4564: There’s Bad, Then There’s BAD V
Chapter 4564: There’s Bad, Then There’s BAD V
He arrived with endlessly burning waves of effort.
Effort that felt natural and grand and immense in a way that nobody else could truly understand.
The First Farmer arrived!
He appeared with Elyndra positioned respectfully behind him, both emerging behind the rear lines of the Primus Inevitabilities defensive formation. His appearance was striking in its deliberate simplicity and contrast to the powers arrayed.
He currently wore a green straw hat that seemed almost comically out of place in this apocalyptic confrontation. His body was adorned in what appeared to be archaic farmer’s attire, complete with worn but clean work clothes.
And in his weathered hands, he carried a simple farmer’s hoe as if he had just walked in from tending crops.
But the aura emanating from his seemingly humble form told an entirely different story.
His entrance was glorious despite the mundane appearance. His existence blazed with concentrated authority as he rose upward to survey the battlefield. Many hostile gazes immediately landed on him with reassessment as they sensed the profound power he represented.
He looked around at all the gathered forces with eyes that had witnessed eons of struggle and perseverance. His body burned with visible manifestation of Effort itself made tangible.
When he spoke, his voice carried across the entire battlefield with weight that demanded attention.
"It looks like a whole lot of youngsters are gathering here for conflict," he said with tone mixing amusement and stern assessment. "The lot of you were not even conceived as possibilities when I first began to truly struggle and put in genuine effort toward cultivation."
His eyes swept across the enemy forces.
"The effort you have all accumulated and invested across your respective existences throughout time..." he said with voice building intensity. "Let me take that concentrated effort from you and put it to proper use. Let me show you what can really be accomplished when effort is refined to its absolute pinnacle."
BOOM!
The seemingly harmless First Farmer stood tall as his Way of Effort burned unfathomably bright with concentrated authority. His existence was sensing and reaching toward the stage he had already achieved before THE Living Emotive had brutally crushed him down.
He could almost tangibly feel Pre-THE Existence within his grasp again. At this critical moment, he was pitting his accumulated effort against others to grasp that power once more.
Either he would reclaim it through this battle, or he did not deserve all the effort and harvest he had invested across those countless eons of struggle.
The First Farmer rose to stand proudly alongside the same defensive line as The Infiniverse, Khor, Alexander Asmodeus, and other key figures. Behind them, millions of Primus Inevitabilities began to move with synchronized coordination.
They raised their fists toward the sky in perfect unison while beginning to chant with voices that shook reality.
"MANA!" they roared with conviction.
"HUNGER!" they answered with equal fervor.
The chant repeated with building intensity. "MANA!" "HUNGER!" "MANA!" "HUNGER!"
The rhythmic declaration of their fundamental Sovereignties created visible waves of authority that rippled across the battlefield. The light of Civilizational Authority surrounding all of them reached an unprecedented level of concentration!
The scene was genuinely glorious in its defiant determination against overwhelming odds.
As such a dramatic display was manifesting among Noah’s forces, the figure of Damian, The Disciple of THE Creature, rose upward while looking at everyone gathered with analytical interest.
His white hair moved with wind that carried the scent of endings. His crimson eyes gleamed with predatory anticipation mixed with dark amusement.
"Haha, it is like watching different sized ants gather together and raise their little limbs as if this would change the titanic foot about to step on all of them..."
When he spoke, his voice carried imposing weight that demanded attention from all present.
"What a genuinely warm welcome this is so soon after I wake from extended slumber," he said with tone mixing sarcasm and genuine appreciation for the conflict. "My goal arriving here was singular and straightforward. A particularly annoying Dead entity of Order wants The Living Order to be secured for purposes I was not made privy to."
His smile widened with dangerous edge.
"But what do I observe upon arrival? Do I see the Sinners of Paradox gathered here as well? The corrupted Sinners of Elemental manifesting as Avatars sent from THE Loom itself?"
He laughed with genuine dark amusement.
"Haha, you all understand that if and when I do systematically shatter your Avatar forms here, I will also be shattering your true existences protected within your supposedly safe confines of THE Loom, correct? The connection works both ways for those who truly know how to exploit it."
His expression became more serious and dangerous.
"It appears I will be extremely busy so soon after waking from my rest. But I must thank you all sincerely for this reception and opportunity."
His terrifying demeanor and imposing nature radiated outward as he raised his hand with deliberate motion. In his grip now appeared a weapon that had not been there moments before.
A clear white sword materialized, its blade seeming to be formed from crystallized concept rather than physical matter.
And this sword was surrounded by unmistakable light of a Principle of Existence that was immediately recognizable to those with adequate perception.
The Principle exceeded Singularity-level classification entirely.
It was something beyond what most present had ever witnessed directly.
His eyes flashed with concentrated crimson light as he spoke with imposing authority.
"Who shall be collapsed first by my hand?" he asked with voice carrying across the battlefield. "Will this Sigrid step forward voluntarily and save countless deaths among her people through sacrifice? Or will the obedient dogs of THE Loom hurry forward eagerly to feel my blade cutting across their existence?"
He tilted his head with mock consideration.
"Choices, choices, choices. So many potential victims to select from."
The expressions of many present changed dramatically at witnessing the wildness and terrible concentrated power that Damian represented. His aura and bearing suggested clearly that he was the most individually powerful entity present on this battlefield!
But yes!
Some among those gathered may have temporarily forgotten a critical detail in the chaos of convergence.
This was The Disciple of THE Creature himself. Trained directly by that incomprehensible entity.
And Paradox and those serving THE Loom...were they not sworn enemies of THE Creature across eons of conflict?