Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1031: All the True Depravitas arrived

Antorus frowned as he noticed the lightning gathering in the sky. Even in his maddened state, his instincts remained razor-sharp, screaming a single warning into his fractured mind—something powerful was approaching. The sensation sent a ripple of unease through his corrupted body.

Before he could react properly, a thunderous roar echoed across the heavens.

In a single instant, all the energy in the sky—clouds, storm winds, and even the oxygen itself—was devoured. From that vacuum of power emerged a gargantuan serpent forged entirely from lightning and fire, its body stretching so far that it seemed capable of coiling around reality itself. Its presence alone warped the air, crackling with annihilating force.

The colossal serpent reared back and roared once more.

The next second, it unleashed everything it had consumed.

A titanic cannon of lightning and fire erupted from its jaws, tearing through the sky as it shot directly toward the Emperor of Valhalla. The attack was far too fast and far too powerful for Antorus to evade. With a furious roar, he poured every ounce of strength he possessed into his axe. Rainbow light exploded outward as he hacked forward with absolute desperation.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

The collision detonated like the birth of a star.

A massive explosion rocked the capital of Valhalla, cracks spreading across the ground in every direction as torrents of chaotic energy flooded the surroundings. Shockwaves tore through the city, hurling massive structures aside and leveling entire districts in seconds.

Yet despite the devastation, Antorus endured.

He planted his feet into the shattered ground, muscles bulging grotesquely as he forced his axe deeper into the cannon of energy. Bit by bit, the overwhelming torrent weakened—until the final remnants of lightning and fire dissipated into the air.

Cold brutality burned in Antorus’s eyes as he lifted his gaze toward the fading serpent.

But before he could act—

The True Depravita of Gluttony transformed into a beam of pure lightning and surged forward, fusing directly with Vlad.

A violent eruption of lightning and fire coursed through the Xaos King’s body. Scales infused with crackling energy manifested across his skin, flames dancing between them. A massive tail formed behind him, wreathed in blazing electricity, while horns crowned his head like divine weapons.

Then the Law of Life surged.

Every single cell in Vlad’s body screamed with power as vitality flooded his form. His blood roared like a raging ocean, reforging flesh, bone, and soul alike. A terrifying devouring force awakened within him, seizing the surrounding energy and absorbing it into his body. Lost Depravita Aura returned in waves, and the dulled light of his Celestial Eyes flared once more with renewed brilliance.

Vlad smiled as the Eye of Gluttony appeared on his forehead.

But there was no time to savor it.

Antorus wasted no time, charging forward with a feral roar, showing no hesitation despite the transformation before him. His madness swallowed any trace of caution.

Vlad met him head-on.

Cold light gleamed in his eyes as he unleashed his strength, flashing forward with explosive force.

"BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

Blade and axe collided, releasing a catastrophic blast. Lightning, fire, and spatial force surged from Vlad’s side, while rainbow light and corrupted energy erupted from Antorus’s. The shockwave tore through the battlefield, distorting space itself.

The Emperor of Valhalla’s eyes narrowed as he felt the massive increase in Vlad’s power. Yet instead of retreating, his rage intensified. The Alien Power flooding his veins surged violently, allowing him to push forward, forcing the Xaos King back step by step.

Vlad clenched his teeth.

Even after fusing with Jormungandr, Antorus was still overpowering him.

"His strength... it’s reaching Paragon level."

A solemn expression crossed Vlad’s face, but his focus never wavered. Relying on superior martial skill rather than brute force, he diverted the axe to the side and slashed forward. The black blade tore through flesh, lightning and fire igniting Antorus’s muscles from within.

But the Emperor did not falter.

With a savage snarl, Antorus retaliated with a brutal kick. The blow cracked Vlad’s ribs and sent him rolling across the ground, carving a deep trench in his wake.

Antorus leapt after him instantly, axe raised high as he carried his full momentum into a killing strike.

But just before the attack could land—

A blur appeared.

A figure moving so fast it barely registered slammed a devastating kick into Antorus’s head, the impact carrying immense speed and momentum. The Emperor of Valhalla was sent crashing into the distance, tearing through buildings like paper.

Antorus barely managed to stabilize himself using his axe. As he rose, cold recognition flickered in his eyes.

A white werewolf stood before him, draconic scales layered over its fur.

Ouroboros smiled.

In the next instant, his form dissolved into a beam of white energy and fused into Vlad’s body.

The transformation intensified.

Vlad’s muscles swelled with explosive power, white fur spreading along the draconic scales. A fourth eye opened on his forehead, glowing with terrifying clarity. His heartbeat accelerated to an impossible rhythm, every movement charged with overwhelming speed and momentum.

Vlad inhaled deeply.

He could feel it.

His velocity and force had reached a completely different realm. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Without wasting a single second, the True Depravita of Wrath vanished.

He reappeared directly in front of Antorus, initiating the offensive. The black blade flashed at a speed so extreme that Antorus could barely react. Each strike carried compounding momentum, acceleration feeding acceleration, leaving bloody gashes across the Emperor’s body faster than they could regenerate.

For the first time since the battle began—

Antorus was being overwhelmed.

Antorus clenched his teeth and tightened his grip around the axe as he roared, "—Bifrost!"

In an instant, his body dissolved into a stream of radiant rainbow light. Space folded around him, and he reappeared directly behind the True Depravita of Wrath, axe already descending with all his remaining strength. The strike was perfectly timed, fueled by desperation and madness alike.

Yet it never landed.

By the time the blade was meant to fall, Vlad had already vanished.

He reappeared beside the Emperor of Valhalla and slashed with his black blade, space itself bending to accommodate his movement. With absolute dominion over space and speed, the True Depravita of Wrath had become something Antorus could no longer keep up with.

Vlad gave his enemy no moment of respite.

He attacked relentlessly, his movements accelerating with every exchange. The black blade carved deeper and deeper, each wound flooded with lightning and fire that scorched flesh from the inside out. Antorus roared in fury as his body was cut again and again, blood spraying across the shattered battlefield.

"ZNNNNN!"

One strike pierced clean through Antorus’s torso, shattering his right lung.

For a fleeting instant, dread flashed in the Emperor’s eyes as the true threat of death reached him. Yet in that madness, he forced even more power from his corrupted core. Rainbow light erupted from his axe, blasting outward in a massive wave that Vlad was unable to fully counter.

The force hurled Vlad into the distance.

Worse still, the rainbow light clung to him, weaving itself into a binding web that constricted his movement, locking space around his body like a tightening net.

And the spider was already moving.

Antorus roared with overwhelming rage. His body swelled even further, muscles bulging grotesquely as corrupted blood surged through his veins. He slammed his foot into the ground, shattering the earth beneath him, and launched forward with a murderous bellow, swinging his axe with everything he had.

But before the blow could land—

Someone stepped into his path.

Antorus didn’t even bother to look. He swung regardless, confident that nothing could withstand that strike.

The axe stopped.

Metal screamed as it was caught mid-swing, blocked by two massive draconic arms crossed in defense. The one who stood before him was enormous, his scales dark and gleaming, his presence as solid as a mountain.

Fafnir.

Cold determination burned in the dragon’s eyes. He showed not even the slightest hint of pain despite the axe being buried deep into his arm, the blade biting all the way to the bone.

Then—

A sword blazing with radiant light descended from above.

It struck Antorus squarely in the head, carving a deep, burning gash and blasting his massive body backward. The Emperor of Valhalla crashed through the ruins, skidding across the ground in a shower of debris.

The True Depravita of Lust had arrived.

Freya landed beside Fafnir, her gaze icy and merciless as she stared at the Emperor. Without a word, the two exchanged a single glance—then their eyes flared with blinding light.

In the next instant, both transformed into beams of energy and surged forward.

They fused with Vlad.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A cataclysmic eruption of power exploded from the True Depravita of Wrath. Sinful Powers intertwined as his Ultimate Form awakened fully, every fragment of his soul returning to its rightful place.

The True Depravita of Wrath took a deep breath as the Quantum Eye manifested in his forehead, and the next second, space itself trembled, as if it was bowing to its master.