Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 447: A new Sky Seed Depravita

Chapter 447: A new Sky Seed Depravita

Vlad and Jormguandr stood in the sky above the Keny Continent with broad smiles on their faces as they surveyed the massive human force marching through the terrain below. The human armies moved in perfect coordination, their armor gleaming under the sunlight, their formations tight, and their morale high. The first ranks at the forefront were none other than the Golden Wave Legion led by Grand Marshal Anglius, along with the Royal Guard and the Shadowstrike Legion led by Major General Theodoro and the 19 Bloodline Soldiers.

These two forces—the Golden Wave Legion on one side, the Royal Guard and Shadowstrike Legion on the other—had already been elite troops and had grown even more powerful. They had faced countless battles against the Leviathans, surviving catastrophic clashes and earning massive influxes of Origin Force from their fallen foes. Through these ordeals, their battle skill and cultivation had risen dramatically. Their combined strength was so great that even beings as formidable as the Depravitas would find them hard to match. It was a monumental achievement, the product of relentless struggle and adaptation.

Following right behind this spearhead of elite warriors were twenty thousand Turkin Riders. Each rider guided a mount that was not simply sealed Mortal Tier demonic souls but the spirits of Demon Champions! It had taken a great deal of hard work for Overlord to obtain such resources, but the outcome was breathtaking. The Turkin cavalry now boasted a force capable of tearing through Leviathan formations like a blade through silk.

At the head of this Turkin force was none other than King Viserin himself, the monarch who had entrusted much of his military’s training and restructuring to Overlord’s guidance. The man’s aura now reached the peak of the High Champion Tier, and his body had already crossed the threshold of the Guardian Tier, placing him amongst the mightiest beings on Terra. He stood atop a massive three-headed dog that spewed mouths of flame from each maw, a terrifying mount that was no simple demonic soul but the spirit of an Abyssal Race High Champion!

A few hundred meters behind this frontline contingent were hundreds of thousands of warriors, all clad in dark armor and brimming with demonic energy in their eyes. Flanking this group were even more Turkin Riders. While this second coalition of cavalry could not compare with the force personally led by King Viserin, it was still a power capable of decimating millions of Leviathan drones. Their numbers, discipline, and the synergy with their mounts made them a crucial piece of the massive human host.

Behind these colossal forces, the earth seemed to rumble as massive Xaos Tanks rolled forward. These mechanical titans of the battlefield, more than eight meters tall and weighing several tons, moved at shocking speeds. On top of these battlefield behemoths stood hundreds of people covered in tattoos that throbbed with primal power. Freya stood atop the largest of all, the aura of a Viking princess radiating from her every pore.

By the side of the Viking princess were the thirty-three Lords of Horror, their white armor and fierce presence making them a nightmare for any who dared oppose them. According to Overlord’s calculations, there was no better place for human machines than beside these mechanical forces.

The eyes of everyone present—be they absolute powerhouses like Freya, powerful generals like Anglius, mighty monarchs like Viserin, or the countless soldiers that formed their armies—glowed with focus and resolve. Each understood that what would come next would be the decisive battle: the one to reach the heart of the Leviathan Race and destroy it once and for all.

Above them all, Vlad and Jormguandr felt immense satisfaction at the sight. This force was truly outstanding, the greatest mobilization humanity had ever assembled. If they managed to reach the Monsoon Continent’s heart and destroy the Leviathan Race’s obelisks, they would finally win and end this war.

All of a sudden, the two Depravitas felt a familiar presence approaching from behind. Their eyes sharpened momentarily, scanning the sky, but they relaxed almost immediately as they recognized the approaching figure. Emerging into view was an eighty-meter-tall fiendish werewolf with blue irises that seemed to hold an immense, insatiable hunger. It was Ouroboros, the Depravita of Greed.

"Master, Big Brother, I have finished my evolution. I am now a Sky Seed Depravita!" Ouroboros announced proudly, his voice resonating through the sky.

"Excellent!" Vlad exclaimed.

"Great work!" Jormguandr added, genuinely pleased at the timing.

It was impossible to predict how long Ouroboros’s evolution would take, and they could not postpone the war until he was finished. Fortunately, the Depravita of Greed had managed to evolve his Depravita Sky into a Depravita Seed at just the right time. Vlad could not resist sending the power of the A.I. Chip forward to scan Ouroboros:

[Beep! Scanning target.

Target scanned successfully.

...

Name: Ouroboros

Race: Canine / Depravita

Class: Warrior / Demon Soul Master

Level (Energy): 14

Level (Body): 19

Life Level: Sage Tier

Lineage: Master of the Pit (Guardian Tier)

...

Stats:

Strength: 1545.2

Agility: 790.4

Vitality: 1680.6

Energy Pool: 37.7]

Vlad’s eyes widened at the reading. Ouroboros’s evolution into a Sky Seed Depravita allowed him to break through the bottleneck that had restrained his body, pushing his flesh and blood to the Sage Tier, allowing his stats to reach simply astronomical levels. When it came to physical power, Vlad doubted there was anyone else in the world who could compare with the fiendish werewolf. This realization thrilled Vlad, knowing it would raise their chances of success even further.

With a short nod, the three Sky Seed Depravitas coursed through the sky, their immense shadows cast over the soldiers below. The sight of these legendary beings soaring overhead filled the troops with confidence and fighting spirit. This army, composed of the most valiant and powerful humans of Terra, marched forward.

After several days of marching, the entire human force reached the border of the Keny Country. Beyond this point lay Leviathan territory and countless battles. A solemn expression adorned every face. They all understood that if they simply marched forward, engaging in direct clashes time and again, they might eventually reach the obsidian obelisk—but the cost in lives would be staggering. Luckily, if there were one thing humans were good at, it was finding ingenius ways of killing their enemies.

Vlad, Jormguandr, Ouroboros, and all the other leaders waited in silence. No one made a move until they heard massive sonic booms echo across the sky. They looked up and saw six missiles coursing through the heavens, flashing into the south.