"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 rely 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 tournant 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, rely 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 sentint.
"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 asured.
With this decided, Overlord imdiately 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 ticulously, imnse 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.
anwhile, Jormungandr imrsed 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 fras with the Law of Life, reshaping their energy cores to ensure that even their original creator wouldn’t recognize them.
Simultaneously, Ouroboros and Fafnir—the Depravitas of Greed and Envy—settled into ditative positions, closing their eyes as they delved deeply into contemplation of their Core Sins. Both Depravitas had already evolved significantly, their energy pools teetering at the brink of total transformation.
All they needed was to evolve their Depravita Seeds into fully ford Depravita Stars, completing their ascension to True Depravitas. Doing so would not only elevate their power but propel them directly to the Legend rank.
However, this final stage was exceptionally delicate. Unlike the straightforward natures of Wrath or Gluttony, Greed and Envy were complex, subtle, and nuanced sins.
A slight misstep or misunderstanding could result in irreversible damage, potentially reducing them to mindless beasts driven solely by uncontrolled urges. Thus, their focus remained unwavering and intense.
After three consecutive days of concentrated extraction, Vlad finally sensed the ceaseless genetic harvesting co to an end. Overlord, noticing Vlad’s awakened consciousness, respectfully announced, "The extraction is complete, Prima Master. I have secured more than enough genetic material for extensive experintation and to produce our first batch of improved Lords of Horror."
Vlad rose swiftly from the plasma pool, his body instantly regenerating to peak condition. Casting a satisfied glance around the chamber, he observed the diligent focus of each Depravita. Seeing that all was proceeding according to plan, Vlad nodded decisively and turned his attention skyward.
With a single thought, Vlad vanished from the tower, appearing instantaneously high above Terra. The next mont, he propelled himself even further, swiftly exiting Terra’s atmosphere to enter the boundless void between worlds.
Imdiately, endless waves of chaotic energy surged around him, violently attempting to tear him apart. However, thanks to Vlad’s formidable physical resilience and supre mastery over the Law of Space, he navigated effortlessly through the chaotic currents.
Discerning direction amidst this turbulent expanse would normally be impossible, as spatial laws between worlds constantly fluctuated, creating relentless confusion. But for Vlad, this was rely a small inconvenience.
With a thought, Vlad activated his Skin of Wrath, enhancing his already extraordinary spatial affinity to astronomical levels. Empowered by his Seal of Sin, he effortlessly followed the spatial coordinates provided by King Konstantine.
Vlad repeatedly teleported across vast stretches of the chaotic void, covering imnse distances each ti, moving progressively faster with every jump.
By the fifth day, Vlad’s acceleration reached a staggering velocity, exceeding ten percent of the speed of light. His montum continued growing exponentially. Finally, after fifteen days of relentless travel, Vlad glimpsed a colossal world in the distance and gradually decelerated.
"BOOOOOOOMMMM!"
An imnse shockwave erupted outward as Vlad ca to a complete halt, kinetic energy dispersing chaotically in every direction. Waves of spatial turbulence radiated from his position, temporarily disrupting the fabric of space itself.
Despite Vlad’s formidable constitution, his body montarily trembled under the strain, microscopic fractures briefly appearing throughout his flesh. However, his powerful Depravita regeneration swiftly healed all injuries within seconds.
Fully restored, Vlad approached the enormous crystalline boundary encasing Konstantine’s howorld, the Kylon Kingdom. Unlike Terra’s once fragile defenses, this Crystal Wall was a formidable barrier specifically designed to repel foreign invaders.
Vlad recognized that, given his imnse strength and profound spatial understanding, forcing his entry through brute power would be relatively simple. Nevertheless, such aggression was unnecessary and imprudent at this mont.
As Vlad approached, the small crystal given to him earlier by Konstantine suddenly resonated, shining brilliantly and interfacing directly with the imnse wall. Responding imdiately, the crystal barrier parted, creating a seamless gateway large enough for Vlad to pass through unhindered.
Stepping gracefully into Konstantine’s howorld, Vlad imdiately paused, astonished by the spectacular sight before him. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the breathtaking grandeur of his surroundings. Majestic cities sprawled endlessly, their towers piercing the skies, intricately designed with incredible artistry and architectural brilliance. The world was bathed in incredibly pure, rich spiritual energy—far exceeding Terra’s current condition.
Vlad inhaled deeply, feeling the dense spiritual power flooding his senses. For a mont, he marveled at the imnse strength of the Kylon Kingdom. The beauty and power radiating from this advanced civilization spoke volus about Konstantine’s considerable influence and governance.
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