CHAPTER 845: VLAD VS ORFRY

Vlad allowed himself a small, bitter smile as he watched the city below transform into a cauldron of annihilation. Fire raged across the streets, and smoke spiraled into the sky as the abominations within were roasted alive. The storm he had summoned, infused with destructive energy and the power of the Laws, consumed the creatures methodically, with grim efficiency.

The best part? The process demanded very little energy from him.

It was a strategic and imaginative use of the Laws at his command. Though it would take time to fully exterminate the hordes, Vlad did not need to be present, and he could repeat the tactic as many times as necessary. It was clean, efficient, and devastating.

Yet, the satisfaction didn’t last.

His smile faded as his eyes grew cold. These things—these monsters he was incinerating without mercy—had once been people. Men, women, and children twisted into abominations against their will. Now, they were being slaughtered like vermin.

"Ahhh..." he exhaled, the sigh deep and weary.

The True Depravita of Wrath turned away from the inferno and disappeared into the sky, a black streak against the clouds.

It didn’t take long before he found another gathering of those creatures. Without hesitation, he raised his hand toward the sky. Another storm formed, swirling with dark lightning and destructive force. A ring of flames erupted below, enclosing the area like a ritual circle of death.

City by city, gathering by gathering, he moved—burning, sealing, eradicating.

In less than three hours, hundreds of storm crucibles had been created across the continent, each one churning with fire and lightning, destroying the abominable forces that threatened Exilon. Vlad’s methods were precise and relentless, and it seemed as though he would cleanse the entire region in mere days.

But then... he stopped.

Just as he was preparing to unleash another storm, his sharp eyes narrowed. He paused in midair, instinct taking over. He slowly turned to the side, sensing a presence—a figure that had somehow approached him undetected.

And that alone made Vlad’s grip tighten around his sword.

After fusing with Jormungandr and Ouroboros, his sensory abilities were so heightened that he could detect an insect from kilometers away. And yet, this person had managed to get within a thousand meters before he noticed, not only tricking his senses but also the A.I. Chip’s scanning powers.

The figure appeared human in form, but his aura was anything but. It radiated cold, ancient malice—a pressure so vast and powerful that the very air trembled. The vitality surging through his body burned like a miniature sun. He was, without question, a titan among beings.

Of course, it was none other than Orfry.

Orfry smiled, seemingly amused by Vlad’s tension and caution.

"I’m impressed, Scourge," he said casually. "Not even most Superior Legends would have sensed me. But you... you managed to catch my presence."

He gestured toward Vlad’s forehead, where two glowing eyes shimmered.

"Of course, that’s only thanks to your fusion with two of your little friends."

Vlad took a deep breath, calming his heart. His instincts were screaming at him to flee. This was no ordinary battle—it was an encounter with a being of immeasurable threat. But he stood his ground.

"You seem to know a lot about me," Vlad said, his voice steady. "Frankly, I’m surprised you’ve decided to show yourself. Your kind usually prefers to operate in the shadows. You use proxies, stay hidden, and manipulate from afar. Showing your face isn’t your style."

Though the situation was dangerous, Vlad saw an opportunity. If this entity was willing to speak, perhaps he could learn something—anything—that might help them survive what was coming.

Orfry tilted his head slightly, his smile never fading.

"Most of us do prefer silence," he said. "But things are progressing too slowly. It’s time to accelerate the process. Proxies just don’t cut it anymore."

Vlad’s frown deepened. That single sentence said everything. Whatever war had begun, it was now entering a new, more aggressive phase.

But there was no time to contemplate it.

The entity’s aura surged.

A dangerous gleam lit up Orfry’s eyes. "If you’d fused with all three of your strange allies, I might’ve been cautious," he admitted. "But with just two... I like my odds."

Before the words had even finished leaving his lips, Orfry moved.

His body rippled with energy, and his arms transformed into grotesque weapons—bulging with muscle, laced with bone and metal. Each arm swelled into a claw as massive as Vlad’s entire body, capable of tearing through mountains.

In a blur of shocking speed, Orfry appeared directly in front of Vlad. His right arm lashed forward like a meteor.

Vlad’s eyes widened. The strike was fast—too fast.

With a flicker of light, he teleported at the last possible second, reappearing above Orfry, blade raised to strike. But the entity twisted his body mid-air with uncanny agility, spinning to counter. Vlad couldn’t teleport again in time and was forced to raise his sword defensively.

The claw met the blade.

"CRACK!"

The impact sent Vlad flying across the sky. Blood spattered from the corner of his mouth as he tumbled, regaining balance through sheer force of will.

"That physical strength... it reached the Half-Step Lord tier..."

The realization hit like a bolt of ice. This enemy was stronger than anything he had faced. And yet, Vlad couldn’t falter.

His body exploded into a storm of lightning, just as another claw came sweeping toward him. Orfry narrowed his eyes as his target vanished.

Then the lightning around him condensed—dozens of swords forming out of the electric storm, all flying toward him with blistering speed.

Orfry moved with startling finesse, whipping his massive arms to swat the weapons aside. Sparks and energy scattered like shrapnel.

All except one.

A single blade pierced through the defenses. As it neared, it shifted—morphing mid-air into a humanoid form.

Vlad.

He had used the Law of Life from Jormungandr and the mimetic capabilities of Ouroboros to transform himself into a living weapon, tricking Orfry’s senses.

In that single instant, standing face-to-face with the enemy, Vlad lunged forward, sword glowing with pure, condensed intent to kill.

With one strike, he drove his blade into Orfry’s skull.