Chapter 560: New weapons
The quartermaster nodded briskly, then turned his attention to the four Depravitas’s bodies. His experienced gaze swept over them, pausing for a few moments as if evaluating their physique and temperament.
"Could you tell me a bit about your preferred fighting styles?" he asked. "I want to get the right weaponry for each of you."
"I am a lightning-and-fire spellcaster," Jormungandr replied first. During his last major conflict on the Monsoon Continent, he relied extensively on his World Snake transformation. However, using that form in the Land of the Three Calamities would create a massive target—something extremely dangerous given the caliber of enemies they might face. Therefore, he would return to his caster battle style.
"I fight hand-to-hand," Ouroboros added in a confident tone. "I focus on pure melee, relying on my fists and legs." He, too, had decided against assuming his large wolf form. In this brutal land, mobility and precision could easily mean the difference between life and death.
"I’m also a melee fighter," Fafnir chimed in, his voice resonating slightly with a dragon’s growl. "I concentrate on my claws." He could have wielded weapons; thanks to his A.I. Chip, he could learn their intricacies swiftly. Yet, the Depravita of Envy believed using his own body gave him a broader range of strikes.
The last to speak was Vlad. Over the years, the young man had cycled through various combat styles. In one phase, he’d wielded a halberd stolen from angels. Later, he’d relied on his fists after the halberd was destroyed in a battle against a mutated Divine Avatar. Now, he took a moment to deliberate, recalling the forms that had served him best.
"I use a sword," he stated at last. The Depravita of Wrath possessed exceptional skill and dexterity with bladed weapons. Still, he had not found a blade sturdy enough to handle his burgeoning strength during the last couple of years. He hoped that the Sage-tier armory of the fortress would finally solve that issue.
Oliver nodded thoughtfully, entering a few commands on the glowing crystals at his desk. A faint hum indicated that the fortress’s logistical system was processing his request. Moments later, a young woman arrived, carefully carrying four small space rings. She handed them to Oliver with a respectful bow, then departed without a word.
"These are your standard kits for Brigadier Generals," Oliver said, distributing one ring to each Depravita. "Inside, you’ll find armor and weaponry aligned with your stated preferences. Please confirm that everything meets your needs."
Eager to see what they had received, Vlad, Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir each focused on the ring they held. A flicker of spiritual perception later, broad smiles broke out on their faces as they took in the contents. Without further delay, they each equipped their armor, curiosity fueling their quick movements.
The Brigadier General’s Armor turned out to be predominantly white, an unassuming color that might have symbolized purity or unity within the Golden Sky Fortress. For Vlad, the set adapted flawlessly to his frame, fitting like a second skin. He could feel the armor synchronizing with his body as though it were an extension of himself, granting him enhanced mobility while also allowing for an unimpeded flow of internal energy.
Ouroboros and Fafnir donned almost identical sets, similarly noticing how the armor molded itself to their physiques. Though the design looked standard—likely mass-produced—it clearly wasn’t lacking in protective enchantments. Each piece gave off a faint glow, evidence of carefully inscribed runes beneath the surface. Even if it didn’t have any flamboyant uniqueness, it made up for that with raw defensive power.