Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 585: Team

The eyes of Vlad, Ouroburo, and Fafnir widened in awe as they watched the armor and weapons materialize in midair. Entirely black, their craftsmanship was nothing short of divine, each piece exuding a sense of unparalleled strength and purpose. The armor and weapons were clearly designed for them, perfectly tailored to complement their physiques, combat styles, and abilities.

Since it was evident that the small yellow cat had specifically forged these artifacts for them, the trio wasted no time on ceremonial formalities. With disciplined efficiency, they reached out and channeled their energy into the treasures.

The moment their energy touched the armors, the mystical creations trembled as if acknowledging their rightful owners. Then, as if possessing sentience, the armor pieces flew toward them, assembling on their bodies with perfect precision.

Vlad’s armor encompassed his entire body, save for his eyes, which gleamed with sharp focus. The armor, composed of interlocking plates, seamlessly adjusted to his joints, allowing unrestricted movement. He could immediately sense the armor’s resilience—it was far stronger than even his reinforced skin. But that wasn’t all. Vlad quickly realized that it not only enhanced his defense but also bolstered his strength, granting him greater power with every motion.

"Amazing," Vlad murmured, admiration evident in his tone.

However, his focus quickly shifted to the sword that had accompanied the armor. The blade was as dark as the void, slender yet lethal. More than a sword, it bore a resemblance to a katana—its edge so razor-sharp that it seemed to cut the very air just by existing. The moment Vlad grasped its hilt, his eyes narrowed.

The weapon did not drain his energy like ordinary enchanted blades. Instead, it merged flawlessly with his natural energy flow, making it an extension of his being. He did not need to force energy into it; rather, the blade resonated with him, becoming an intrinsic part of his combat potential.

Nearby, the Depravita of Envy was equally captivated by his newly obtained battle gear. His armor, unlike Vlad’s, was heavily plated, offering an immense level of protection. Every inch of his massive dragon body was covered in thick, reinforced plating, emphasizing raw durability.

His claws, now encased in special gauntlets, glowed faintly with arcane energy, enhancing his already overwhelming destructive power. His boots, too, were reinforced, allowing him to channel devastating force into his strikes. But the most striking feature of his equipment was the pair of forearm shields—small, yet with razor-sharp edges capable of piercing through even the strongest defenses. The shields were also infused with powerful enchantments, their composition so resilient that they could block even Sage-Tier attacks.

Although the armor reduced his mobility, the trade-off was well worth it. His defensive power had skyrocketed, capable of withstanding a barrage of Low Guardian-Tier spells without issue.

Ouroburo’s armor, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of Fafnir’s.

His thin, smooth plating was almost weightless, merging with his body like a second skin rather than traditional armor. While its defensive properties were inferior to Fafnir’s and even Vlad’s, it provided an unparalleled advantage in agility. The energy matrix infused within it greatly enhanced his speed, making him far more elusive on the battlefield.

At the claws and legs of his armor, razor-sharp blades had been integrated—perfectly optimized for melee combat, allowing him to slice through enemies with mere punches and kicks. But that wasn’t all. His equipment set also came with a dagger. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

The moment Ouroburo picked up the blade, a wave of destructive energy coursed through his arm. The dagger radiated power, its lethality undeniable. Even a small wound inflicted by it would lead to severe, irreparable damage, making it a terrifying weapon.

The trio was ecstatic about their new armors and weapons. But as they turned their eyes toward the small yellow cat, they noticed something even more curious.

Jormungandr was adorned in a black robe. However, the fabric was no magic cloth—it shimmered subtly, revealing threads of metal interwoven within it. Strange, intricate engravings flowed across its surface, pulsing with an almost imperceptible energy.

Although their eyes could not see the enchantment, their A.I. Chips revealed the truth—a powerful, overwhelming magical shield surrounded the robe, making Jormungandr incredibly difficult to harm.

But that wasn’t all. As the trio focused on the cat’s paws, they noticed gauntlets embedded with lightning and fire gems. The energy stored within these gems was astonishing, and if used to enhance spells, their destructive potential would be beyond comprehension.

The Sky Seed Depravitas exchanged broad smiles. Their power had grown significantly—with their new Runic Sets and enchanted armors, they had reached an entirely new level of strength.

Without further hesitation, they descended to the ground, their forms vanishing in a blur as they dashed toward the Narrow Sea.

No matter how powerful they were, the Narrow Sea was far from the Golden Sky Fortress. Flying would have made them easy targets for enemies, so they chose caution over speed, opting to run at full sprint instead.

After nearly seven hours of relentless running, they finally gazed upon the infamous river in the distance.

The waters were utterly black, as if polluted beyond measure. However, none of the Sky Seed Depravitas paid much attention to it. Their focus immediately shifted to the small group of figures waiting at the entrance of the sea.

Vlad’s eyes narrowed as he immediately recognized two individuals—Agamenon and Zalasar. However, three other figures stood beside them, unfamiliar yet radiating massive amounts of energy.

One of them was a stunning woman with golden hair clad in radiant golden armor, a mace and shield strapped to her back.

The other two were twin men, both wearing ornate magical robes. Their hair was a striking contrast—one red, the other green—and their features were sharp and refined.

Of course, appearance mattered little to Vlad. What truly caught his attention was the intimidating aura each of them exuded.

The sheer power emanating from every single one of them was undeniable.

A smirk played at the corner of Vlad’s lips as he observed the assembled warriors.

"It seems Agamenon was very careful with his selection."

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