Chapter 551: Marshal Maximo
Taking a deep breath, Vlad and the rest of his group moved into the castle. Their eyes were sharp and keen, fully aware that whoever stood inside this imposing fortress was surely a person of incredible might. After all, anyone who could hold the title of Marshal of a place like the Golden Sky Fortress had to possess power beyond comprehension.
They finally crossed the outer walls, stepping from the harsh brightness of the day into the wide courtyard of the castle. As soon as they were within the fortress’s boundaries, they found themselves facing radiant golden walls. These walls were absolutely spotless, without even a speck of dust to sully their gleaming surface.
And yet, despite this pristine appearance, they held macabre trophies—carcasses of all sorts of monsters mounted as though on display. Some of these creatures belonged to the Voromettalice Race, their twisted remains still bearing traces of their once-fearsome nature, while others were even more bizarre, sporting unknown anatomy and giving off an uncanny feeling of dread.
Vlad’s eyes widened as he gazed upon the array of corpses, and he could tell that these creatures had been anything but ordinary in life. Even in death, they seemed to release faint waves of energy. He sensed that their very remains surpassed the power of Sages.
"Are those the corpses of Legends?" This marked Vlad’s first true interaction with what people in his world called "super-powerhouses" standing above normal folk like gods.
Surprisingly enough, the Depravita of Wrath’s first introduction to such might came in the form of these lifeless bodies. He did not allow this disquieting scene to stun him for too long and kept moving forward, determined to maintain his composure and discipline.
Surprisingly, the castle’s interior seemed mostly empty. The grand hallways were so silent that Vlad could hear the slightest echo of footsteps. He and his companions barely saw anyone except for a few butlers and servants, each appearing so careful and controlled in their movements that it looked like they might vanish into thin air at any moment.
It was only when Vlad and his companions crossed the main hall and entered what appeared to be the throne room that the situation changed drastically. Without warning, they were hit by several bursting auras that almost suffocated them. That pressure felt like being submerged under an ocean, each wave pressing relentlessly down upon their bodies and minds.
Vlad’s eyes sharpened in response, scanning the large chamber, and he immediately noticed there were numerous individuals scattered around the room. Some of them wore majestic armor, gleaming and ornate, while others resembled barbarians and wore hardly any clothing at all.