Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339: One More

Sylas stood there, Old Brama’s smoking laser gun by the side of his head as a newcomer made his way out.

He was shorter than the man, but only barely. He carried the same look, the same feel, that pale skin flickering beneath the sunlight as though a glossy, greyed mirror.

Not far behind him, though, another appeared. Unlike the first two, this one wore a scowl on his face as though he was looking for someone.

"I can smell the scorpion on you. Where is she?"

Sylas ignored him. Turning around, he stepped into the skies, walking across it as though it were flat land until he landed on a familiar platform.

...

"It’s that son of a bitch," Gwenu growled from within the ground and would have leapt out of Khan’s control if he wasn’t ready.

"Can you relax, please? That’s the most powerful E-tier I’ve ever sensed in my life. You think going over there in your state is going to end well?"

"Let me at him, he won’t last a move."

"Yeah? Is that why you ran away with your tail between your legs?"

"If that’s what happened, why do you think he looks so pissed? Fuck you!"

The banter of the two was completely drowned out by the sound of the crowd.

"Hush, focus. Right now we’re here to support Sylas. You need to show some of the decorum of a senior sister at some point."

Gwenu scoffed, and then thought of something.

"Hey, was he telling the truth when he said he was a Spark Rune Master? Or was he just trying to piss them off?"

Khan blinked, then he thought back to when Sylas formed his Scorpion Warlord Armor in front of him. He was absolutely sure... that had been a Spark Mastery Armor, he just didn’t know the exact percentage.

Seeing Khan fall to silence, Gwenu’s expression also became more serious.

Just who was this new junior brother of theirs?

...

Sylas landed on the platform, his gaze calm.

Urolius’ wings flapped and he gently landed a moment afterward. He had also not said a word, but the fury of his E-tier senior due to Sylas ignoring him was hard to ignore.

"Don’t worry, Magnus. I’ll wipe the smugness from his face." Urolius’ handsome features twisted in a menacing grin.

"Since your F-tier here has so graciously decided to place their head into the noose, then we won’t be impolite," the man said slowly. "We, the Bat Lineage, formerly of Beast Warlord Sanctum 065, would like to formally sow for power."

The Thryskai man raised a hand into the air and an emblem bloomed into the skies. Sylas had only seen one before, but it didn’t take someone as intelligent as he was to connect the dots. This was a badge, the symbol of the person he assumed to be the 713th Bat Warlord—if this Sanctum was on the 713th generation as well, that is.

With this badge here, it meant that things were official.

Which also meant that he didn’t have to waste time on this fanfare any longer.

[Name: Urolius Berthon][Level: 50]

[Physical: 2272][Mental: 3288][Will: 3111]

BANG!

Urolius doubled over, his body bending forward out of his control. Sylas’ fist drove into his gut, sparking with lightning and wild fumes of darkness. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

BANG!

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