As he soared through the endless sky, Vlad’s body trembled briefly before splitting into two separate figures, himself and Jormungandr. The small yellow cat remained perched comfortably on Vlad’s shoulder, eyes gleaming curiously, as the young man continued flying forward with unwavering speed, his gaze sharp as a blade.
Vlad felt a wave of exhilaration wash over him; both his mind and body were in exceptional condition, and the strain that once accompanied the fusion was now barely perceptible.
Intrigued by his current state, Vlad decided to issue a command he hadn’t utilized in a long ti. A curious glint appeared in his eyes as he spoke within his mind. "A.I. Chip, scan ."
Less than a second later, the familiar, chanical voice echoed clearly within his consciousness.
[Beep! Initiating scan of the Host...
Na: Vlad Xaos
Race: True Depravita
Class: Depravita / Demon Soul Hunter
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Level (Energy): 23
Level (Body): 29
Level (Demon Soul Hunter): Legendary Realm
Lineage: Endless Horizon Monarch (Legendary Tier)
Life Level: Pseudo-Lord Tier
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Stats:
Strength: 27.1
Agility: 23.8
Vitality: 32.5
Energy Pool (Depravita Aura): 8.1
Soul Force: 9.2
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Seal of Sin: Skin of Wrath
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Demon Soul Ability: Asura Form
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Racial Skills:
Will of Wrath
Eyes of Wrath
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Bloodline Ability: Sphere of Spatial Domain
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Gift: Depravita Samsara Typhoon]
As Vlad absorbed the impressive data provided by the A.I. Chip, an irrepressible, exhilarated smile spread across his face. It had been a long ti since he had reached the Legendary Level, and he could feel distinctly how his Energy Pool was steadily approaching an even higher realm—evidenced by his elevated Depravita Aura and Soul Force readings.
He reflected montarily upon his Legendary Ability. Although he hadn’t awakened a Legendary Innate Ability outright, all the accumulated power and potential had seamlessly fused into the Skin of Wrath. This integration significantly amplified his existing abilities, resulting in greater control over the Laws of Space and profound enhancents to his physical strength and resilience.
His gaze then shifted toward his physical body’s current level, noting with pride and amazent that it had reached a genuinely astonishing height. Thanks to the extraordinary gift granted by Odinvaldr, Vlad’s body reached the High Legend Level.
A confident smile played across his lips as he silently acknowledged, "Thanks to my foundation and talents, my physical form already surpasses most Superior Legends."
Yet, after a brief mont of satisfaction, Vlad’s eyes sharpened once again with relentless ambition. He understood clearly that complacency was dangerous; there was always further room for growth, always greater heights to ascend.
"My bloodline and demon soul still offer considerable support, but their influence is beginning to wane," he thought with fierce determination. "I need to acquire stronger souls and more potent bloodlines soon."
A cold and calculating smile replaced his previously relaxed expression, and he already knew exactly how he intended to redy this issue. But that crucial matter would have to wait—at least until the Exilon campaign was entirely secured.
Having satisfied his curiosity for the mont, Vlad continued accelerating through the sky, space itself twisting obediently around him to propel him forward at ever-increasing speeds. In a matter of monts, he had already reached the imposing outline of Dragon Spine. Without pausing, he executed a seamless teleportation, instantly arriving within the concealed underground stronghold beneath the mountains.
The True Depravita of Wrath carefully concealed his presence, unwilling to distract the thousands of dedicated individuals tirelessly laboring to prepare for war. He silently observed the organized chaos, the ceaseless mobilization of countless war machines arriving through the dinsional gates. Over the past several months, half a million Scout Drones had successfully infiltrated Exilon, and now the far more formidable Xaos Tanks were making their presence known.
These colossal machines were truly gargantuan instrunts of destruction, capable of traversing any imaginable terrain, demolishing anything in their path, and firing barrages powerful enough to obliterate entire cities into dust and ash.
Vlad’s timing was impeccable, as he appeared just as the last Xaos Tanks reached Exilon. Monts later, another spatial fluctuation surged powerfully through the underground complex, heralding the arrival of sothing even more extraordinary.
A massive humanoid automaton materialized before him, towering at least ten ters high. The Sky Reaper stood proud, composed entirely of lustrous tallic alloys radiating raw, formidable strength. Vlad, despite having encountered countless extraordinary beings and creations, couldn’t help but feel deeply impressed by the sheer power emanating from this Legendary automaton. His enhanced psychic senses revealed clearly that the Sky Reaper could easily contend with—or even defeat—ordinary Legends.
His curiosity imdiately focused on its core. Upon closer inspection, Vlad discerned the presence of a remarkable battery, capable of actively drawing in surrounding energy to perpetually recharge itself. Realizing the technological marvel he was witnessing, he turned towards Jormungandr, the little yellow cat still comfortably resting upon his shoulder.
"I assu you’re responsible for these batteries. Those energy cores are undoubtedly High-Legendary-tier alchemical artifacts—not sothing even Overlord could forge alone," Vlad remarked with genuine admiration.
Jormungandr smiled gently, proudly nodding in acknowledgnt. "Indeed, they represent one of my greatest achievents. Thanks to these batteries, the automatons can fight relentlessly for days on end, utilizing their most powerful attacks without pause."
A confident grin erged on Vlad’s face; having such unstoppable war machines on their side would undoubtedly shift the tides of battle decisively. Yet, he also felt a hint of self-reproach as he contemplated his own expertise.
"I must soon dedicate myself to further mastering my Runic Crafting," Vlad murmured thoughtfully. "The constant battles, travels, and strategic preparations have left little ti to refine that aspect of myself."
Having observed enough for now, the two True Depravitas swiftly made their way towards the command center, where they waited patiently and silently for the return of the remaining generals and highest-ranking officers. Many of the Xaos Kingdom’s strongest warriors and wisest tacticians had participated in the Liberation Mission, dismantling prisons all across Exilon. Unlike Vlad, however, they were unable to return as swiftly.
Even Overlord and fellow Depravitas had temporarily vanished from sight, providing concealed backup for any group that might encounter unforeseen dangers during the global rescue operation. Fortunately, no critical issues arose, and every team completed their assigned tasks flawlessly, rescuing tens of thousands of prisoners without suffering a single casualty.
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