Chapter 739: Wrath and Gluttony as One
The power of the flames only made the fact that the Depravita managed to rise from them even more astounding, but what followed left even the stoic High Legends momentarily breathless.
The fire summoned by the Superior Legend Angel was no mere spell—it was holy fire born from the divine structure of very powerful Laws, capable of eradicating entire cities and vaporizing foes on contact. Every inch of Vlad’s body had been charred, muscle blackened and skin scorched to ash. Yet within seconds, the impossible unfolded.
His body began to regenerate.
Bones crackled and straightened. Nerves reconnected. Flesh grew anew, steaming from the heat but whole. Skin reformed like liquid bronze poured from a divine mold. It took less than five seconds for him to stand fully restored—as if he had never been burned at all.
But the High Legends were sharp. Their eyes narrowed slightly, watching the edges of Vlad’s aura dim ever so faintly. His energy pool had decreased. Such instantaneous regeneration was a double-edged sword—impressive, but costly.
Still, the Superior Legend was visibly stunned. The celestial flames from his wings had laid waste to countless enemies, including others of his own rank. Yet this young man still stood.
His confusion twisted into something darker—rage.
"I wonder how long you can keep enduring," the angel said, voice now laced with venom, like poison wrapped in silk. There was no benevolence in his tone, only cruel fascination. It was a voice more suited to a demon than a guardian of Heaven.
Vlad’s expression grew steely. His thoughts raced. He had measured the distance, gauged the speed. He had already pushed the limits of what a Legendary being could endure. And now he had no illusions.
He was powerful—exceptionally powerful, even by the standards of talented Legends. But a Superior Legend wasn’t just a step above. It was a different battlefield altogether.
"Jormungandr."