Genetic Ascension

Chapter 870 The Center [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus Chapter]

Chapter 870 The Center [Top Five in Golden Tickets Bonus Chapter]

Vorthyx's head was buried in the ground, his neck broken at an awkward angle while his legs dangled in the sky before collapsing limply.

Sylas flipped to his feet, landing a distance away with an indifferent light in his eyes.

'... He's still alive.'

He could feel that Vorthyx's Will was still fighting. But it was hard for that to matter when your body wouldn't cooperate.

Sylas didn't care how powerful Vorthyx's Comprehension was. It was hard to change anything when your spinal cord was snapped in two.

However, Sylas still felt a danger lurking, one that didn't allow him to casually get close. There was a focused wrinkle between his brows. It just felt like... something was going to happen.

And then it did.

Vorthyx began to shift and change, but Sylas could tell at a glance that this was most definitely not Vorthyx.

A Demonic Aether began to billow out in all directions. The pop and crackle of bones filled the skies as Vorthyx's body began to oddly piece itself back together.

Vorthyx's skin blackened, a muffled howl coming from the soil beneath until the ground suddenly burst apart. @@@@

Dirt, soil, and rocks flew, obscuring an easy line of sight in all directions.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. Was he turning into a Demon?

There was an odd palpitation in Sylas' heart as he felt the Greed Seed shift. It was the first time it had acted like this since he forced it into obedience. But now it seemed like something was trying to stir it again.

Sylas' Will clamped down, suffocating the Seed until it fell into silence once again, but he had barely succeeded in doing this when a claw suddenly appeared at his throat.

Fast.

Sylas' pupils constricted as he bent back hard. The muscles in his back all tensed at once.

A blade-like claw cut across his chin, and blood spurted.

With an arc of his foot, Sylas kicked straight up, the base of his toes tearing up and into the chin of the demon across from him.

Vorthyx, or rather a thing that had once been him, was sent flying into the air as Sylas flipped back in a quick series of somersaults.

Sylas landed heavily on the balls of his feet, his quads bulging with power and compressing like a spring. With a BANG, he shot into the air, dodging out of the way of a sudden scythe of energy.

The System Cities were a huge part of this. By corrupting their method of succeeding in the Summoning as well, they would have an even smaller shot at it.

But... the misaligning of the coordinates also made many things easier. Without this, how could Sylas have even made it to the Mountains of Giza in the first place? It would have been impossible with technology suppressed.

There were most definitely countless examples of this. All things equal, the misaligning of the coordinates had helped more than harmed.

And then the final piece of the puzzle slid into place.

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[How do you complete a Summoning without System Cities?]

[The Progenitor Flame of a World must be lit.]

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Sylas' expression became more and more serious.

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[Where is the Progenitor Flame of a World?]

[The center.]

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Sylas' jaw steeled.

The situation was far worse than he knew.

Vorthyx appeared before him, slashing down with mighty strength.

It was only the briefest instant of time. In one moment, Sylas was standing lost in his thoughts. In the next, he was wrapped in vibrant, dark violet armor.

His scorpion tail ripped through Vorthyx's chest, shattering the tentacles wiggling their way out and blasting a hole right through him.

Sparks of Glassvolt danced through the air, a beam of silvery-blue leaving a deep trench through the soil.

There was no time left. They had all been played.

Sylas rushed toward the pillar of gold with all the speed he could muster.