Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 437: Cleaning (II)

Chapter 437: Cleaning (II)

It didn’t take long for the robotic voice of the A.I. Chip to echo inside Vlad’s mind, and a detailed analysis of his power appeared.

[Beep! Scanning the Host...

Name: Vlad Xaos

Race: Human/Depravita

Class: Warrior/Demon Soul Master

Level (Energy): 13

Level (Body): 18

Lineage: Thunder Lord (Guardian Tier)

Life Level: Sage Tier

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Stats:

Strength: 622.7 → 782.9

Agility: 336.5 → 420.1

Vitality: 724.1 → 897.6

Energy Pool (Force): 35.5 → 37.7

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Racial Skills:

Heart of Wrath

Burning Eyes of Fury

Bloodline Ability: Lightning Forged Charge

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Gift: Samsara Typhoon

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Depravita Aura: 1/3 Waves]

Vlad couldn’t help but smile. His body had managed to reach Level 18, the limit of the Guardian Realm, granting a massive boost to all his physical stats. However, he was also aware that reaching Level 19 would be extremely difficult. Not only would it require an enormous amount of energy and resources, but to allow his flesh and blood to break into the Sage Realm, his energy pool and soul force also needed to be much higher.

Luckily, things were already going well in that aspect. While Vlad’s energy pool hadn’t risen in level, it had reached the limits of Level 13, and it wouldn’t take long before he reached Level 14. With a broad smile, Vlad rose into the sky the next second. Flames flickered around his feet as he ascended.

His demonic flames would make sure to incinerate every inch of those Leviathans, leaving no iota of biomass behind for the hive mind. The scorched earth below was evidence of his recent victory, but there was no time to rest. It was time to search for a new target.

Of course, it was not only Vlad who was hunting Leviathans in the Rand Country.

Five hundred kilometers away from the place where Vlad had butchered all those Leviathans, a massive three-hundred-meter flying snake weaved through the sky. With a thunderous roar, it unleashed a devastating breath of fire and lightning upon a cluster of Leviathans below.

The inferno engulfed the group, incinerating all the insect-humanoid hybrids and aerial units in a single, devastating attack. The ground shook as explosions rippled outward, laying waste to another fifty thousand drones. The creature circled overhead, ensuring no survivors remained before soaring off to its next target.

Three hundred kilometers to the west of the massive snake, a group of five warriors faced more than forty thousand Leviathans. Each member of the group wielded powers that complemented the others. They stood atop a rocky outcrop, eyes fixed on the approaching swarm.

In unison, the group unleashed tornadoes of lightning and metal, the swirling vortexes tearing through the enemy ranks. Massive spheres of magma erupted from the ground, consuming the Leviathans in molten fury. Hundreds of arrows rained down, each one finding its mark with deadly precision.

Amidst the chaos, a man wielded a sword that seemed to carry the weight of mountains. With each swing, he generated shockwaves that sent the Leviathans flying, their bodies shattering upon impact. His strikes were swift and relentless, carving a path through the horde.

Beside him, a shadow moved with uncanny speed—a figure whose presence was felt more than seen. This shadow pierced the hearts of all the insect-humanoid hybrids that attempted to fight back, their attacks futile against such agility.

Finally, in the east, a group of thirty-three warriors clad in golden armor clashed with a swarm of eighty thousand Leviathans. These white juggernauts did not have the explosive power that the other forces in the Rand Country had, but what they possessed was near-endless stamina and unbreakable resolve.

"Hold the line!" their leader shouted, his voice echoing through the narrow passage where they had trapped the swarm.

They attacked from the back and front simultaneously, creating a pincer movement that confused and overwhelmed the Leviathans. The warriors moved in perfect harmony, their swords interlocking as they advanced.

The fight lasted for hours, sweat pouring down their faces, but their determination never wavered. By the end, all thirty-three warriors were still standing strong, and there was not a single Leviathan left alive. The ground was littered with the carcasses of their foes.

"Set the corpses ablaze," the leader ordered.

They summoned golden flames ignited the remains, ensuring no biomass could be reclaimed by the enemy. As flames consumed the battlefield, the warriors kicked off the ground, rising into the sky with a sense of accomplishment.

While the Leviathans inside Rand Country were less than half of those in Kylen Country, there were still more than a million. Vlad, Jormungandr, Freya, the Royal Guards, and the Lords of Horror were forced to split up to cover more ground. It was dangerous since all of them would have to fight swarms with tens of thousands or maybe even hundreds of thousands of Leviathans, but none of them showed fear as they carried on with their mission.

The days blurred together as the relentless campaign continued. Both in Kylen Country and Rand Country, the number of Leviathans was being reduced at a staggering rate. Hundreds of thousands of them perished each day, and no matter how enraged the hive mind was, it was unable to do anything to stop it.

Finally, after twelve days, not a single Leviathan was left in either country. The lands that had once been overrun were now eerily silent, the scars of battle etched into the terrain.

Vlad stood atop a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the Rand Country. The wind tugged his clothes as he surveyed the horizon. A sense of accomplishment filled him, but he knew better than to become complacent.

At the same time, Grand Marshal Anglius stood amidst his troops in Kylen Country. Both tens of thousands of kilometers apart, the two leaders showed wide smiles as the first part of their mission was a success.

However, soon focus and determination arose in the eyes of the duo as they knew things were far from over. The Leviathans in Kylen Country and Rand Country had been weak clusters—spread out and disengaged. But now, they would have to face the main force coursing through Keny Country.

In Kylen Country, Grand Marshal Anglius focused on the communication gem on his gauntlets, which connected him with all the forces in Kylen Country.

"Golden Wave Legion, Shadowstrike Legion, Turkin Riders!" he bellowed, his voice carrying across the assembled forces. "With me! We march to the border!"

A resounding cheer erupted from the troops. Armor clanked as the battalion moved forward, all of them ready for the next fight.

Meanwhile, in Rand Country, Vlad had risen to the sky, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the backdrop of the setting sun. He was soon met by the Lords of Horror, their white forms emerging from shadows, and the Royal Guards and Viking princess riding atop a shadowy eagle whose wings spanned the sky. Jormungandr appeared beside him, no longer coursing the sky in the form of a massive snake.

The Depravita of Wrath nodded to the group, his eyes reflecting a steely resolve. "It is time. We will butcher them all."