Chapter 749: Graecia World (II)
The first thing Vlad felt upon arrival was a wave of nausea so intense it nearly brought him to his knees. His stomach churned, and his vision spun. But before it could overwhelm him, his Depravita Constitution kicked in, stabilizing his body almost instantly and suppressing the symptoms. The True Depravita of Wrath let out a slow breath, regaining his composure.
"Impressive," Konstantine said with a faint smile, nodding with approval. "Even High Legends often lose their lunch the first time they use an Interstellar Teleportation Formation. You adapted extremely fast."
Vlad turned toward the Superior Legend and gave him a small, polite smile before turning his gaze toward their surroundings. They stood in the middle of a vast, ancient forest rather than in the heart of a city.
However, that made sense. No wise civilization would allow interstellar teleportation to land strangers directly inside their capital. That would be tantamount to inviting enemy forces—or worse, catastrophic weapons—straight into their heart.
"Follow me," Konstantine said, his voice calm and assured. Vlad nodded in reply, and the two of them ascended into the sky.
Within minutes of flying at high speed, Vlad saw it—the wall.
A structure so colossal it seemed to reach into the clouds, dwarfing even the greatest cities he had ever encountered. These were no mere stone defenses; they were monuments.
What caught Vlad’s attention, though, were the scars along the wall’s exterior. Some were minor—sword slashes, claw marks. But others were truly terrifying: enormous indentations the size of islands, as if entire worlds had been hurled against it.
Vlad was no stranger to power. The Doomsday World had taught him much about the cosmic hierarchy. But some of these marks were left by beings far beyond Superior Legends.