Chapter 801: Plunging the world on silence (I)
Without wasting another second, Vlad vanished from the battlefield, swiftly moving away from the devastation he had unleashed and from the hundreds of thousands of soldiers that would soon flood the area. His mission was complete—and not just successful, but spectacularly so.
The Xaos strike team had exceeded all expectations. Not only had they killed over fifty thousand soldiers and obliterated an entire fortress, but they had also captured Warden Felix, one of the most strategically valuable assets on the planet.
While the Emperor had provided an incredibly detailed analysis of Exilon’s structure and military forces, there were always bound to be gaps in intelligence—oversights, secrets, vulnerabilities that no amount of spying could uncover.
But those secrets?
They were all locked away in the mind of the captured Warden.
As Vlad soared through the skies, ensuring that not a single trace of his soldiers was left behind, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. Though he deeply trusted his fellow commanders, the True Depravita of Wrath couldn’t help but wonder how the other teams had fared.
There were three Interstellar Teleportation Formations on Exilon. The one at Katu Fortress had been destroyed through an incredibly unstable method.
Vlad’s own runic constructs, forged through his deep mastery of the Law of Space, had transformed the formation into a black hole. But this process was too volatile, too dangerous to replicate or share with the other units. It had required the runes to be crafted just moments before deployment—meaning the other two Xaos groups had been forced to find their own ways of handling the remaining strongholds.
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Far from Katu, in the heart of the continent, stood a majestic city—Zanu City, a massive metropolis whose sheer scale made even the grandest capitals seem like villages in comparison. It was one of the most important locations on Exilon, not only for its military might—with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers trained there every year—but also because it served as the administrative and aristocratic seat of power for the Zanis Family.
The native Exilon forces were forged in battle and bred for war, with discipline and loyalty embedded into their very bones. But Zanu City was also home to scions, aristocrats, and political elites from the Zanis Family—many of whom had been sent to Exilon not for military excellence, but to keep them away from the delicate power games of the core worlds.
These individuals, born of privilege and influence, had grown narcissistic and cruel, using Exilon and its people as playgrounds for their twisted fantasies. Treated like gods among mortals, they indulged in devious games with no consequences.