Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 695: True Depravita vs Legendary Vorometallicae

Chapter 695: True Depravita vs Legendary Vorometallicae

Those words jolted the soldiers of Graecia from their stupor. But it wasn’t just a call to arms—it was a spark, a surge of divine fury that ignited their hearts with wrathful might.

In that instant, all sense of exhaustion and fatigue was overridden. Muscles that moments ago trembled with fatigue now surged with raw, violent energy. Their bodies seemed to explode with power, and every man and woman across the battlefield was pushed into a killing frenzy.

Without delay, the soldiers charged forward with renewed zeal. Their blades gleamed like judgment itself, and their spells lit the air ablaze. Pure exhilaration and adrenaline coursed through their veins. Victory was within reach—they could feel it, taste it, and they would seize it, no matter the cost.

Screams of pain and chaos echoed across the battlefield as the Voroe began to fall at a staggering rate. Though engineered as merciless killing machines, even the Vorometallicae were susceptible to fear. And now, morale among their ranks had shattered.

The fall of one of their Legendary warriors—and seeing the other blasted away by a single blow—delivered a devastating blow to their psyche. Hesitation crept into their movements. And in a battlefield of this magnitude, even the slightest hesitation meant certain death.

Above them, Vlad looked down upon the carnage with a grim smile, his golden eyes burning like twin suns. He then turned toward the other three Sky Seed Depravitas, who had been frozen moments before by Asuru’s suppression field.

Now that the ice draconic had redirected his energy to shield himself from Vlad’s earlier assault, the freezing aura had vanished. The dragon of flame and light, the white werewolf cloaked in lightning, the small yellow cat, and the massive T-Rex with angelic and demonic wings were all free to move.

The three Depravitas turned to Vlad, gazes filled with awe, thrill, and a yearning that bordered on reverence. They could feel the power radiating from him—vast, untouchable, and divine. Vlad’s evolution into a True Depravita had elevated him beyond anything they’d ever imagined. In their hearts, they longed to follow his path and one day awaken their own transformation.

Yet they did not allow themselves to be consumed by dreams. The battlefield demanded focus. Their eyes sharpened, their auras steadied, and they awaited their leader’s orders with unwavering resolve.

Vlad gave a slight nod to the trio, his expression hardening as a solemn light shimmered in his eyes.

"Jormungandr," he said firmly, "I can detect a faint sign of life from General Tiberius. It’s weak—barely there. Go to him. Stabilize him if you can."

The small yellow cat’s eyes widened with shock upon hearing Tiberius was still alive. Without wasting a heartbeat, he blasted across the battlefield, the mighty T-Rex thundering beneath him as they made their way to the crater where Tiberius had fallen.

Vlad then turned to Fafnir and Ouroboros. A moment later, the tendrils extended from Vlad’s back, slithering through the air before piercing gently into the skin of the two Depravitas.

A wave of pure bliss washed across their faces as they felt Vlad’s Depravita Aura pour into their bodies. Their wounds began to heal, and their drained reserves surged back to life. For Sky Seed Depravitas, this energy was rare—almost impossible to replenish in the middle of battle. But Vlad, as a True Depravita, had transcended those limitations.

His transformation had fundamentally altered his energy core. What was once Force had now become pure Depravita Aura, an advanced and near-divine form of energy. Though his energy pool was still categorized as Level 20, the power he could now exert through it was several magnitudes greater. The difference wasn’t just in quantity—it was in quality, depth, and intensity.

Within mere seconds, both Depravitas felt restored, their strength fully returned. They exchanged determined nods before diving back down to the battlefield, ready to rejoin the fight and support the Graecia forces.

Seeing that everything was in motion and all his allies were taken care of, Vlad exhaled slowly. His eyes locked on a distant point across the field. There, rising from a crater, stood the Legendary Voroe ice draconici—Asuru—his towering frame exuding overwhelming hatred and murderous intent.

Vlad’s eyes narrowed.

Though his power had risen dramatically, Vlad was no fool. He knew better than to underestimate his opponent. Asuru was stronger than Karot—far stronger. And unlike before, there would be no element of surprise to aid him. If Vlad was going to win, it would take everything he had.

He inhaled deeply. The tendrils that coiled across his body began to expand, growing longer and thicker, eventually covering his entire form in a layer of shadow-black carapace laced with glowing crimson lightning veins. This was no racial trait. It was something far greater—a unique power awakened only through his evolution into a True Depravita.

This power had a name: Seal of Sin.

Born during his ascension, the Seal of Sin was a fusion of the energy used in his evolution, his Sage Ability (Astral Singularity Body), and even the ancient Legendary Demonic Soul that had once slumbered within his heart. It was a synthesis of power unlike anything the world had seen.

In Vlad’s case, his Seal of Sin had manifested as Skin of Wrath—a formidable evolution of its components but that was not all. It also exponentially enhanced his defense, striking force, and piercing power.

The true beauty of the Seal was in its nature: it was an extension of his body, like his own flesh. It required no energy to remain active, making it the perfect tool to fight at the Legendary tier, even while still technically a Sage.

A roar cut through the sky.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Asuru bellowed, his voice drenched in fury as he shot forward like a comet of frozen death. The skies trembled as the Legendary Voroe surged toward Vlad, his killing intent tangible and manic.

On the ground, the battle had turned against the Vorometallicae. It would not be long before the Sages and Half-Step Legends could focus their full strength on Asuru himself. But the draco Voroe didn’t care. He understood the stakes.

If he returned to the Void Heart Stronghold having lost two Legendary warriors and accomplished nothing, the consequences would be worse than death.

Less than a second passed before Vlad and Asuru were face to face. One bore a claw of ice laced with the very power of the Laws. The other, a fist wrapped in cosmic, ethereal force.

They struck.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM".