Chapter 427: Taking down the Harvesters (II)
Upon seeing the massive amount of biomass being incinerated, the rage and killing intent within the Leviathans exploded. The hive mind was truly enraged, its fury echoing through every connected creature.
The Elite Leviathans began to descend after failing to shatter the meteorites in the air, their earlier efforts thwarted by Vlad’s devastating attack. But before they could reach the ground, aerial units swiftly rose into the sky, three of them fusing seamlessly into the back of each Elite Leviathan.
Vlad’s eyes grew sharp as he observed the transformation. The Elite Leviathans now sported new insect wings, their forms adapting instantly for aerial combat. Although the hive mind was his absolute enemy, he had to admit that the entity was truly cunning, making its most powerful units capable of seamlessly fusing with those capable of flight. This strategic adaptation made them even more formidable opponents.
However, this was not the time to lose himself in thought. Dozens of Elite Units flashed toward him, all burning with killing intent. They were not alone—thousands of aerial units also rose into the air to support them, creating a swarm that darkened the skies. The sheer number of enemies converging on his position was staggering.
Vlad took a deep breath as his eyes glowed with coldness and lethal intent. His instincts warned him of the immense danger he faced. If the Depravita of Wrath were to be surrounded, escaping without sustaining dire injuries would be nearly impossible. But he showed no fear. Instead, he allowed his energy to explode outward, a fiery aura enveloping his body as he dived from the sky, ready to take on the Leviathan Elite Units head-on.
Immediately, the Depravita of Wrath appeared in front of one of the Elite Units. With supernatural agility, he easily dodged the claw aimed at his head, twisting his body mid-air. He fired his fist forward with incredible force, piercing the creature’s chest. His hand sank into the chitinous armor, tearing through muscle and sinew. A dark, viscous fluid spurted from the wound as the Leviathan recoiled.
However, before Vlad could relish his success, the Elite Unit grabbed his wrist with a vice-like grip. The creature tensed its muscles to a shocking degree, trapping his arm inside its body. Vlad’s eyes widened for a second as he saw the suicidal determination in the monster’s eyes.
In the next instant, two more Elite Units attacked from the left and right, each of them aiming at his neck with razor-sharp claws intending to sever vital arteries. Even for someone with a vitality like his, such wounds could be fatal. Time seemed to slow as Vlad assessed the imminent danger.
With no time to waste, his eyes glowed intensely. Summoning the power of Burning Eyes of Fury, he fired a laser beam, the crimson energy slicing through the air. The beam severed the heads of all three Elite Units in a single, swift motion, freeing his arm.
Although he managed to eliminate the immediate threat, Vlad was not pleased. He could only fire three laser beams a day, a limitation of his current power. These creatures had forced him to use one from the beginning, showcasing how dangerous the Elite Units were. It was not just their individual battle prowess but their coordination as a military force that made them genuinely terrifying.