Chapter 906: Freya, Sector Master of Hell
A towering Devil loomed, resembling an unstoppable force of destruction. His colossal, humanoid frame was sheathed in ashen-black flesh streaked with molten cracks that glowed like rivers of fire. His face twisted into a savage snarl, lined with jagged teeth, while multiple horns curled outward from his skull, making him appear like some infernal titan birthed from the heart of a volcano. His every step shook the land, and his aura radiated such oppressive might that even the air seemed to burn.
The Devil unleashed his raw power without restraint. One swing of his flaming greatsword shattered the earth before him, blasting apart mountains that lay in his path. The sky was veiled in smoke and molten debris, the world reshaped in the wake of his fury. Yet those mountains had never been his true targets. His burning eyes swept across the battlefield, searching, hunting for the enemy he truly sought.
"Show yourself, coward!" he roared, his voice echoing across the sector like a cataclysm.
But before his roar faded, a sensation of utter dread clawed at him. Instinct screamed, and he hurled himself forward with all his strength, narrowly evading a descending blade that would have split his skull in two. He dodged—yet his back was left unguarded.
"ARGHHHH!"
The Devil’s cry tore across the heavens as Vlad’s sword, wreathed in death-fire, carved down his back. Flesh seared, muscles burned away, and black flames consumed all they touched. The attack was merciless, Vlad’s eyes as cold as the void as he forced his blade deeper into the titan’s body, driving it toward the core of his being.
The Devil staggered, but his reaction was swift. With a roar, he swung his massive sword in retaliation, cleaving through the air. Yet before the strike could connect, Vlad vanished, his figure teleporting to safety. The Sector Master’s blow instead annihilated thousands of lesser devils, their screams drowned beneath the crash of collapsing stone. But he did not care. Not for the dead, not for the chaos—only for the small figure wielding that terrible blade.
He did not have to wait long. Vlad descended from the sky again, momentum building like a comet crashing from the heavens. His speed multiplied his power, making the impending strike all the more devastating.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!"
The Sector Master’s roar shook the battlefield. He opened his colossal maw and released a torrent of flame so hot it resembled the surface of the sun. Though he looked like a beast, there was strategy in his attack. He knew Vlad would try to dodge the flames. He had already prepared his blade, ready to intercept once the enemy moved. This time, he swore, Vlad would not escape.
But he had underestimated the resolve of the True Depravita of Wrath.
Through the inferno Vlad charged, his body scorched, his flesh seared, yet his eyes glowed with unyielding fury. A smile—feral and defiant—split his bloodied face. His sword blazed with the Laws of Death and Space, empowered by his Seal of Sin, and he brought it down in a devastating arc.
"AHHHHHH—!"
The Sector Master’s scream was cut short as Vlad’s blade cleaved diagonally through his jaw, severing it in half, slicing deep into his neck, and carrying on to shear through his collarbone with such force that his left arm was torn away in a spray of molten blood. The titan reeled backward, collapsing like a crumbling mountain, his massive form crushing buildings and burying countless lesser devils beneath his bulk.
Pain and fear surged in his heart. For the first time in millennia, he felt the shadow of death looming over him. Instinct screamed at him to flee.
But Vlad did not grant him the chance.
In the blink of an eye, the True Depravita appeared above the Devil’s chest. His wounds still burned, his flesh not yet healed, but his wrath eclipsed the pain. Summoning every ounce of his strength, he transformed his blade into a massive cosmic sword, its edge shimmering with annihilating power. With a roar, he plunged it down, piercing straight into the titan’s heart.
The ground quaked as the Sector Master let out a final, guttural cry. Then silence fell.
The battlefield froze, every eye turning toward Vlad. His body regenerated before their gaze, scorched flesh knitting back together as his aura flared like a burning sun.
Yet victory carried a heavy cost. Vlad’s body trembled, exhaustion threatening to pull him down. Though he had grown stronger from the Origin Force of Sectors 76 and 53, the Sector Master of 52 had been no weakling. He had stood at the threshold of the Half-Step Lord Tier. Without Jormungandr’s aid, the battle had pushed Vlad to his absolute limits.
But he had prevailed. He had won without revealing his Depravita Teleportation or the true extent of his immortal body. That secrecy was a victory in itself.
Still, there was no time to bask in triumph. With his sword still embedded in the corpse of the Sector Master, Vlad summoned what remained of his energy and cast a spell of consumption. The titan’s blood and lingering vitality poured into him, hastening his regeneration. His strength slowly returned, though weariness lingered in every bone.
The Legends of Sector 52 watched in silence, their jaws tight, their eyes sharp. None felt loyalty to their fallen master—Devils had no such sentiment. But rage and envy burned within them as they saw Vlad devouring the strength of the slain. They knew what it meant. If he fully recovered, they would stand no chance against him.
Yet there was nothing they could do. His power was overwhelming, and his army did not allow them to push through. They swallowed their hatred, lowered their heads, and accepted the change of regime—for now.
Vlad read their thoughts with ease. He could feel the simmering malice behind their lowered gazes. But he only smiled. The strongest of them would not remain long. They would soon be replaced by better, more loyal versions.
Without further delay, he stored the Sector Master’s corpse within his space ring. Rising high into the sky, he raised his blade, and the armies beneath dispersed at once. Order restored, Vlad turned his gaze to Freya.
"You are now the Master of Sector 53."
The young woman nodded, her aura flaring with authority. Her rusty sword glowed faintly in her grasp, her eyes as sharp as blades as she scanned the other Legends.
One wrong move from them, and she would strike them down without hesitation.