Chapter 545: Sell the runic diagram?
Vlad offered a slight smile as he nodded in agreement with the request from the black-armored man. The other three Sky Seed Depravitas followed suit, showing no sign of resistance.
Zalasar’s request was simple and made sense: he only wanted to prevent them from mobilizing their energies too aggressively, effectively ensuring that any hostile intent would be easy to detect. It was a prudent measure for protecting his people, especially in a Doomsday World where caution was paramount.
In truth, Vlad and his companions were not bothered by these conditions. Thanks to their A.I. Chips, they could prepare their energies covertly without revealing much of anything. Nevertheless, they had no desire to start a conflict with Graecia. Even with their formidable power, it would be foolhardy to court the hostility of a civilization that saw entire worlds as battlegrounds.
Zalasar’s lips curved into a faint smile when he saw how readily the four visitors complied with his request. He had encountered many powerful individuals from small planes in his travels, most of whom were arrogant and difficult to deal with—accustomed to being unrivaled in their own realms. But here, these strangers showed not pride but cooperation.
"We shouldn’t linger here," Zalasar said, casting a quick glance around the smoldering wasteland. "Even though we’re close to the fortress, we’ll be in danger if a Voroe Legend shows up. Let’s clean the battlefield as quickly as possible and move on."
The order prompted immediate action from the caravan. Agamenon and the rest of the soldiers began directing the wagons forward while others collected the corpses of the fallen Vorometallicae from around the battlefield. They salvaged whatever valuable minerals and metals could be extracted from these formidable foes, including the remains of Irion, the smaller Voroe Sage who had suffered a fatal defeat.
Vlad and his companions made no effort to claim any of the bodies for themselves. Although they recognized that the Voroe corpses could be worth a fortune in extracted ore, they decided to maintain goodwill for now.
Luckily, Zalasar quickly confirmed that the Depravitas would not be left out. "We’ll divide the spoils once we reach the fortress. The four of you saved many lives; I think twenty-five percent of the haul rightfully belongs to you."
The Sky Seed Depravitas exchanged satisfied glances. Twenty-five percent was more than fair, especially considering how many Graecian soldiers had risked their lives in the skirmish. With that settled, the caravan reformed into a cohesive column.
Enormous horses, each enhanced by runic inscriptions and selective breeding, thundered across the charred plains, pulling the heavy wagons at speeds exceeding a thousand kilometers per hour. Soldiers on horseback flanked the convoy, bows and magical weapons at the ready, scanning the horizon for any sign of further ambush.