Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Kill

The powerful strokes of the Basilisk King's body sent tiles ripping out of the ground and stairs collapsing. However, its powerful Constitution caused these hard stones to deflect from its scales and rebound against the walls.

Sylas could hear the shouts of men and women down below, and soon he saw where the origin

was.

It looked like a scene directly out of a horror movie.

Ahead, there was once again a large platform that looked almost identical to the one that was found in his city. But the difference was that there was none of the gaudiness. In its stead, there were piles of flesh and rivers of blood.

This wasn't a description exaggerated for effect. A foul stench filled the air, bones formed Runes that lined the platform, and the pathways that led up to the marble stone were formed by flesh and organs.

In the middle of the marble stone platform, three Great Priests were locked in fierce concentration as they carved up a trio of corpses before them. All of the Great Priests around them seemed to be panicking, having already learned of the carnage happening above them. Sylas laid eyes on this scene with an air of indifference. Even if these had been real people, he doubted that he would care very much... let alone the fact that this was just an echo of history. But that didn't mean that these people didn't disgust him.

For as long as he could remember, Sylas didn't like to be controlled. It was ironic because he was also a stickler for rules at the same time. But due to his boredom with the way of the world, following these rules was actually his own way of ignoring them.

He didn't strive to be as great as he could be because it was of no interest to him.

These men and women here, though... embodied everything he hated.

Using the trust they garnered from the people they ruled over from the shadows, preying on their weaknesses and fears before taking advantage of them.

They were the very puppeteers of society that Sylas hadn't wanted to play into the hands of.

[Richen Versuvius]

[Level: 38]

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[Eloren Surmon]

[Level: 37]

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[Kalvow Shun]

[Level: 38]

Sylas looked down on the three priests from on high. The golden slits of his Beast Totem and the shimmering irises of the Basilisk King seemed to stack on top of one another, one below and the other above.

"Kill them." Sylas said coldly. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

BANG!

The Basilisk King's tail slapped down and it shot forward.

<King's Shift> activated and it seamlessly used the skill on itself, allowing it to almost instantly reach its peak Speed.

The Great Priests were taken aback with its Speed, not expecting a creature so large to be so fast. But they were right... the Basilisk King's weakest stats were its Speed and Dexterity.

But that didn't matter if it had overwhelming power.

The Basilisk King directly rolled over three Priests before they could even get out of the way, using its heavy body weight to crush them.

Attacks suddenly rained down from all sides, particularly aiming for Sylas. However, <King's Shield> was deployed in an instant. Fueled with Voice of a King, it seemed to weaken attacks before they even reached it.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

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