Chapter 708: Killing a Legendary Vorometallicae
The necklace strung with razor-sharp teeth cloaked Vlad in a primal-energy force field that exponentially enhanced his physical and magical defenses, while the embedded gems gave him instant control over explosive bursts of power.
His final Divine Treasure—the crooked crown—was the simplest, yet perhaps the most terrifying: it fed directly on his Soul Dimension, surging his energy pool up three full tiers.
"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"
A hollow thunder rolled across the sky as pure power erupted from Vlad’s core. Thanks to the crown, his energy pool leaped to Level 23—energy on par with a full-fledged Legendary!
A thrill unlike anything he had felt since his evolution to True Depravita tore through him, curling his lips into a savage grin.
"Divine Treasures are truly in a class of their own!"
But Vlad did not allow himself the luxury of awe. Cloaked in the black mantle of Skin of Wrath, he shot toward the bat-like Sebastian, four arms poised like scythes. Each hand gleamed with the rune-etched Mark of Cain, ready to make every wound spread and every cut deepen.
Sebastian, though blistered from the pestilence blast, met the charge head-on. He saw his ground forces crumbling under Korokor blades; the only hope of reversing the slaughter was to carve out Vlad’s heart, which would allow him to take care of the Sages and Half-Step Legends on the ground.
"DIE!" With a roar fueled by hatred and desperation, the Legendary Vorometallicae folded his wings into a living shield and accelerated, air cracking behind him.
Vlad opened with a short-range blink, slipping sideways through fracturing space and reappearing at Sebastian’s flank. Two upper arms lashed out, hand-blades carving arcs that hissed with sundering power.
The bat-lord twisted, wings intercepting the blows; membranes rang like hammered steel, but the Mark of Cain burned into the leathery surface, rot spreading in branching fissures.