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"[…]descended there an angel with a silver sword. An the angel said 'Come and see,' and I saw. There upon the great hill of rot, the great and terrible beasts of the earth had gathered, and a hundred thousand times a thousand strong men, girded for war, with chariot and horse and war shade. The ground had cracked and the bowels of the land had split and all manner of ancient things from the cold and old world had crawled from the ash and were making havoc upon the land. There was a sound so terrible it could not be withstood except by those who had, through manner of hardship or war, been exposed to the noise of innumerable dying animals."
– Vision of Extemporary Monk Lumuu (circa SC 245)
"Heed, ye who thinks himself master of the world. Listen well to the grinding – the grinding. The wheel still turns, and it will turn forever and ever. There is no greater master than that. In time, you too, will be crushed beneath it."
-Unknown
Well…
Honestly, I think this upcoming… whatever happens, is taking the fishing meme too far.
I, in my sardonic mind, with a wry thought: "Weren't there literally scores of bandit corpses staked on trees on the path to lake, Mr. "I am no longer able to fight"?"
He doesn't know that yet, I suspect ( "Is there some aim to this pointless display?" )Being able to deal with bandits is a very different thing from going another round with the Chakravartin King of the World.
While this is an actual meaningful term, every time I see it in this context I can't help but read it as some sort of euphemism/censorship of 'motherfucking'. Something about the syllables and feel of the word.
Judging from the rather nasty cough that he's sporting, he likely can't do the proper breathing for ki Rata, so while still exceedingly dangerous in a general sense, probably doesn't have the oomph he once did.He doesn't know that yet, I suspect ( "Is there some aim to this pointless display?" )
He might not be able to win against Angel, but that's not the same as not fighting. Rather, he's unwilling to fight her, and this serves as a fine excuse. Throughout this whole scene, he has pretended for pacifism. And that is an obvious lie.
(As for his actual chances ...he's way, way slower than before. And crippled. Still, as White Chains blows do not even bruise his skin I suspect the odds might not be 0%, especially with environmental dangers, like the ice and fish, to help. Then again, she might be pulling her kicks, even with not knowing about his weakening.)
Gog Agog.... well... that's an interesting take from her.
Oldest and most cunning...
https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wheel-smashing-lord-3-68-to-3-69/
So I did some research (google) and quick maths.
The average width of a shoreline is ~35 meters. She stated "Many Miles" of beach, so I'm going to say 10 and probably end up lowballing it. One mile is 1609m, so one mile of beach that is 35m wide is 56326 square meters of beach. With an average depth of 3m and an average grain size of 0.3mm, factoring in things other than sand in th beach such as dirt, animals, objects, and air being around 23%, one square meter with a depth of 3 meters will have around 163 BILLION grains.
Multiplying that by our total area is 9.18×10^15. Over ten miles, it becomes 9.18×10^16.
Also known as 90 Quadrillion grains of sand. If that's at a rate of one every hundred years, you get
9 Quintillion years.
9 goging Quintillion years.
It's a wonder that Gog Agog gogs at all.