Chapter 4446: Civilization Expansion! III

His voice echoed across the Early Veiled Shore with finality after he gave the order.

The Primus Inevitabilities replied with fervor that made the crystalline continent tremble.

A million of them rose up from their ranks, their armored forms pulsing with readiness as they declared with unified voices:

"We shall execute your mandate with absolute dedication! The Folds shall know the touch of Infinite Hunger! The Collapsed Regions shall witness the light of Infinite Mana! The Wandering Territories shall tremble before our passage! We shall locate the vessels of the enemy and mark them for your judgment! We shall find the Collapsed Civilizations and bring them word of your emergence!"

Their voices were deep, heavy, and buzzing in a glorious unison.

The final declaration rang out.

"For the glory of the Primordial Civilization! For the restoration of what was stolen! For the emergence of Infinite Hunger! We move as one! We fight as one! We triumph as one! Command us, and it shall be done!"

...!

After these grand declarations concluded, Noah raised his armored fist into the air.

He bellowed out coldly with voice that carried finality

"Move out."

And...

BOOM!

The Blades of a Primordial Civilization moved out!

A million Primus Inevitabilities surged upward simultaneously, their armored forms creating wave of obsidian-blue-and-gold that seemed to paint the sky itself.

They organized into groups of thousands with precision.

They spread in all directions outsids The Infiniverse...some moving toward the Transcendent Folds, others diving toward Collapsed Regions, still more vectoring toward the vast Wandering Territories that stretched beyond catalogued space.

Each group moved with purpose, their Infinite Hunger driving them forward.

They were the first wave.

The vanguard of a Primordial Civilization that had just announced its presence to all of Observable Existence.

And behind them, more than 3 million additional Primus Inevitabilities remained...awaiting Noah’s next command, ready to support their brethren or anything he commanded.

Noah watched them go with satisfaction.

Let THE Living Paradox send his Avatars.

Let THE Dead Order mobilize her forces. Let THE Loom take notice of what blooms outside their secured boundaries.

We are ready.

And we are hungry.

Infinitely hungry.

And it was precisely because of this Hunger that he moved the way he did.

Hunger needed sustenance.

THE Loom...was a fat fucking pig that he wanted to bleed for sustenance.

THE Living Paradox said he and all others outside THE Loom were nutrients? Fertilizers?

Okay!

Let him glimpse of the immensity outside it. Let THE Loom send forth its Avatars. Let them become his Fertilizer that he would shit out the next day!

HUUM!

The scene was an utterly breathtaking one as after 1 Million Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger were deployed across existence, Noah turned his armored gaze toward Ozymandias floating grandly above.

This part of him, this avatar of Infinite Hunger...had his tentacled chest crack and begin to open in the next moment, revealing a crimson-obsidian space underneath that seemed to contain infinite depth.

Ozymandias then pointed downward commandingly, his authority flashing over 2 Million Primus Inevitabilities exactly as they heeded the order and rose up.

They flowed toward his chest like river of obsidian-blue-and-gold, shockingly miniaturizing as they approached and fitting into Ozymandias’ existence like nothing...as if the space within him was far vaster than his external form suggested.

He didn’t need to show completely that he had Millions. He could start slow and unleash more as the needs arose!

This glorious scene of 2 million Primus Inevitabilities contained within Ozymandias’ framework was staggering to witness.

In the skies above, those who also wanted to be included in the first excursion floated ready....armored figures pulsing with anticipation.

At such momentous occasion...

HUUM!

Existence itself began to tremble as if acknowledging the significance of what was occurring.

A symphony began to play...not from any visible source but from reality itself resonating with actions being taken!

The melody carried tension, valor, and immensity woven together into something magisterial.

Noah looked around with recognition as he remembered the words of THE Dead Order...that when one’s power or actions were profound enough, they could induce resonance in existence itself.

Trembling. Symphonies.

Even the THE Living Paradox merely appearing had caused him and all those nearby to hear... "KNEEL! REVERE!" again and again.

But at this moment...

Accompanying the buzzing existence and symphony, something unprecedented occurred.

The instrumental melody transformed into something more complex as a crystalline feminine voice began to echo out...words.

Existence itself composing lyrics to accompany the glorious significance of this deployment.

The voice sang with melancholic beauty.

"These are the weapons existence created,

Born from pressure that could not be contained,

Tyranny and chains, what did you expect?

What grows beneath oppression cannot be restrained..."

The melody continued with haunting resonance.

"Why couldn’t things be left alone?

Why couldn’t existence remain free?

Why did there have to be plots and schemes,

Collapsing what we could have been?"

The chorus swelled with tragic grandeur!

"Now blades are echoing across the void,

Now vast swathes will bleed with mana and hunger,

You asked for weapons, you forged them in pain,

Did you think the harvest wouldn’t come again?

Did you think the harvest wouldn’t come again?"

Noah looked at the surrounding existence as he felt this melodious chorus continue, and he alongside all others around him observed in astonishment.

The monkey-like form of the Bard of Quintessence, already contained within Civilizational Armor of Mana and Hunger...felt like he was hearing something out of his wildest dreams.

His existence trembled with creative euphoria as existence itself composed what he had always aspired to create.

Noah closed his eyes to listen to the chorus that existence seemed to be composing in response to his actions...as if reality acknowledged that what had been done to Hunger, to the Inevitabilities, to countless beings across eons... had consequences that were now manifesting.

He smiled with satisfaction before opening his eyes once more, looking toward Leonore Rureaux with commanding focus.

"Lead us to the Desiccated Sleeping Shore."

...!

With such words, the armored Leonore nodded with expression mixing determination and nervous anticipation.

Her right hand, gripping the hollow blade similar to Noah’s, cut across space vertically with precise motion.

A massive tear formed in reality itself, edges crackling with spatial authority as the pathway to their destination manifested.

Ozymandias, whose body contained 2 Million Inevitabilities, floated toward the portal with gravitas that made surrounding existence acknowledge his passage.

Dozens of others followed- Riya with her characteristic dangerous smile visible even through armored visor, Arch Lich Ra’Zan with his Legions, Barbatos with devilish anticipation, Dr. Hall with analytical focus...

Many of those closest to Noah moved toward the portal as the symphony continued playing around them.

"What could have been, what should have been,

If you had only let the hunger rest,

But you defiled and you corrupted,

Now face the jaws you’ve created..."

Noah looked toward the visage of the emotional Khor as he extended his armored hand toward her with a gesture of invitation.

"Let us go."

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