Chapter 747: Leaving Terra once more (II)
"I understand the importance of tradition," Vlad spoke firmly, his voice resonating with unyielding determination, "but we cannot afford to waste a single day. Once I return from Graecia, we will march directly into Valhalla!"
His words echoed throughout the chamber, heavy with authority and conviction. It was clear to everyone present that this decision wasn’t merely a possibility—it was an absolute certainty, a destiny no force in the universe could prevent.
Jormungandr, Ouroboros, and Fafnir instantly grasped Vlad’s intentions, their eyes gleaming with determination as they nodded solemnly. They recognized Vlad’s resolve to confront any who dared to threaten Freya, especially in a rigged tournament orchestrated against her. The three Depravitas made it evident, without needing words, that they were ready to follow their leader even into the abyss itself.
Overlord, however, merely inclined his head respectfully toward Vlad. The A.I. Chip Clone couldn’t fully comprehend the emotional depth of Vlad’s connection with Freya, but loyalty to the Prima Master was absolute. His task was obedience, not understanding sentiment.
"Then we shall postpone the festivities until your triumphant return from the land of the Vikings, Prima Master," Overlord stated calmly, his tone practical and measured.
With this decided, Overlord immediately proceeded with his plans. The A.I. Chip Clone carefully placed Vlad into a vast pool of swirling plasma located deep within the core of the Xaos Tower. Slowly and meticulously, immense amounts of Vlad’s genetic material began to be extracted.
Normally, such a procedure would inflict devastating harm upon an ordinary person, but Vlad’s Depravita physiology was far beyond ordinary. As long as sufficient energy surrounded him, Vlad’s body could regenerate indefinitely, negating any lasting damage.
Meanwhile, Jormungandr immersed himself completely in his task of repairing and modifying the two High Legend Automatons recovered from the Voidheart Fortress.
The small yellow cat swiftly repaired all battle damage and carefully altered their aesthetic and internal configurations. With precise skill, he infused their frames with the Law of Life, reshaping their energy cores to ensure that even their original creator wouldn’t recognize them.