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.