I Can Assimilate Everything - Chapter 543
Chapter 543: Doctrines I
In the Sacred Temple of Life.
Mycelle stood by the edge of the churning Life Pool, her verdant eyes tracking the violent displacement of authority caused by Achilles’s submersion. The liquid roiled with patterns of transformations occurring at fundamental levels…changes so dramatic they affected even this concentrated medium designed to facilitate such alterations.
Her expression was one of devilish calculation, and an analytical assessment mixed with anticipation about what would emerge from those depths. But the sudden eruption of necrocratic malice from far below…that blaze of obsidian energy she’d felt pierce through her Sanctuary’s defenses forced her hand.
HUUM!
Her body shimmered with intense light. Verdant radiance blazed outward from her form with intensity that made the surrounding temple’s brilliance seem dim by comparison.
In an instant, reality seemed to fold in on itself as her form split.
One Mycelle remained by the pool. This version stood perfectly still, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid where Achilles underwent his transformation…attention never wavering from the initiation she’d personally overseen.
The other… vanished.
WAP!
She did not travel through space in conventional sense. She simply ceased to be in the temple and imposed her existence upon the battlefield outside, reality acknowledging that she now occupied a different location without bothering with intermediate steps!
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Outside the Tower of Life.
Chaos reigned as the Living Necrocracies unleashed their suicidal assault. Their obsidian aura rotted the very air, turning the atmosphere itself into poison that killed anything possessing life force. The plaza had become charnel ground…bodies in various states of collapse littering the pavement, survivors fleeing in terror from threat they couldn’t meaningfully resist.
But then, the sky above them shattered.
BOOM!
The actual sky fractured like glass under tremendous impact. Cracks spread across the atmospheric layer, fragments of reality itself falling away to reveal what lay beyond.
Mycelle appeared in the air. Her presence was heavy and suffocating…her authority so overwhelming it made the space around her pay profound attention.
And she was not alone.
From the grand citadel in the distance…the massive structures Achilles had observed when first entering the Sanctuary, tears in space opened up. Reality split along precise coordinates as transportation mechanisms activated, bringing reinforcements with speed.
These were not mere candidates or guardians stationed at external posts. These were Genuine Members of the Primordial Civilization of Life…beings who had completed their initiations, who had fully integrated with their Civilization’s principles and wielded authority that transcended individual capability.
They descended like titans of vitality. Titanic beings whose verdant wings spanned hundreds of meters each, whose bodies burned with internal fire of life so intense it scorched the eyes to observe directly. Their very presence began reversing the necrocratic corruption…grass regrowing where it had wilted, stone reassembling where it had crumbled.
Their eyes released beams of verdant plasma that vaporized the lingering smog of death, burning away corruption with concentrated authority that permitted no resistance.
They grouped up behind Mycelle. A legion of absolute power…over a dozen beings whose individual capabilities might challenge entire Existential Lineages, now unified under single command structure that made their collective might exponentially greater than the sum of their parts.
The Overseer gazed down coldly at the carnage below. Her devilish smile had vanished entirely, replaced by expression that promised consequences beyond what conventional threats could convey.
Her eyes locked onto the teal-radiant Living Necrocracy who still grasped Xar’vantheon’s neck. The Guardian struggled weakly in that death grip, his own considerable power proving insufficient against authority specifically designed to counter Life-based Resistance.
Mycelle did not speak.
She waved her hand with gesture that carried casual certainty, and in front of her…manifesting from nothing with speed that suggested it had always been waiting for this moment, a runic scripture bloomed into existence.
It was elegant in its simplicity. A single word, a single concept compressed into a visual representation.
LIFE.
But this was not a simple rune scratched onto parchment or carved into stone. The complexity radiating from this symbol, the depth of meaning it carried, the sheer weight of authority it commanded…
This was a Glyph.
HUUM!
The Minor Glyph of Life expanded instantly. It grew from palm-sized manifestation to cosmic phenomenon in heartbeats, luminescence intensifying until it illuminated the entire Tower and the surrounding mountains with radiance that made noon seem dim by comparison.
It descended like a collapsing ceiling of heaven. The Glyph crashed downward with inevitability that suggested resistance wasn’t merely futile but conceptually impossible…this was authority that operated at scales where opposition couldn’t even be properly formulated!
The obsidian aura below sizzled and screamed.
The necrocratic energy shrieked with sounds of sentience being destroyed, corruption being purified against its will. It was crushed by sheer weight of higher concept, death being negated by life.
Below, the Living Necrocracy holding Xar’vantheon looked up. His eyes tracked the descending Glyph with perfect awareness of what approached, what consequences his actions had triggered.
Instead of fear, a cruel malicious smile stretched across his face. His features distorted into mask of mockery…the expression suggesting he found his impending destruction amusing rather than terrifying.
His resonant voice boomed upward, cutting through the pressure of the descending Glyph with clarity of him using final moments to deliver a carefully prepared message.
“The message has already been sent, Overseer!”
His tone carried fanatical certainty of being who welcomed the end, who considered successful communication more valuable than personal survival.
“Information about your unprecedented genius has been transmitted. Even if this assessment proves incorrect…”
His smile widened into something absolutely vicious.
“Our forces have been growing restless at doing nothing but observing The Xina Primordial Fold of Life. Watching your Sanctuaries flourish while we maintain defensive positions. Perhaps it’s time for more direct action.”
His eyes blazed with light of genuine anticipation rather than mere bravado.
“We may just… begin our cleansing here.”
…!
The implication hung in air with weight that made even the descending Glyph seem trivial by comparison. Not a single Sanctuary under threat but potential large-scale offensive!
With such terrifying words delivered, the Minor Glyph of Life crashed down with purpose of cleansing everything.
BOOM!