Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1270

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Chapter 1270: Why Didn’t You Tell Me?!

Sylas’ back was faced to the new arrivals, his hands resting in his pockets. The blasting winds, still churning from the descent of the enormous star ship, shifted his hair and trench coat in the wind, the heft of the former seemingly not stopping its dancing in the air.

Even now, he was still mostly focused on the star ship, the Skarzok and Cervidon a distant thought in the back of his mind. But as he slowly grasped what he wanted to from the star ship, he regained his focus, feeling the two Wills practically firmly locked onto his back.

There was a flicker in Sylas’ eyes, and both shattered instantly.

The Skarzok and Cervidon both felt their minds warp for a moment, but they shook their heads, reacting much more favorably to a repulsion of their Wills than Sylas had ever seen before. Given the fact they were both in the F-tier, this made Sylas all the more curious.

Indeed, this was a new league. Any other F-tier he had faced until now might have coughed up blood on the spot. These two, though, barely seemed to have hints of discomfort.

But it was very curious. ’Why were they so confident in trying to scan my stats?’

From what Sylas had seen, basically everyone wore protection treasures. Those here who could be followed by D and C-tier handlers would almost certainly be wearing high-caliber protection treasures at that.

So, logically speaking, the first instinct of these two shouldn’t have been to try and scan his stats like they had just done. Especially since, in their eyes, he was on similar standing.

’Interesting. Was it a probe instead? Is there some sort of unspoken rule amongst these so-called young masters and mistresses where they spar with their Wills first?’

Sylas thought of all of this before he turned back to face them.

The Skarzok was a woman. Standing at almost eight feet tall, she loomed even over Sylas. There were a twin pair of scythes that crisscrossed on her back in menacing, jagged arcs, while the leathery tone of her skin beneath her jawline was all the more obvious than the wrinkled old woman.

There was a touch of greyed green to the skin, and when the sunlight hit it in just the right ways, it almost looked more like the scales of a lizard than a thick hide.

Sylas didn’t try to see their stats because he knew he would be rebuffed, but he could tell that her Constitution must be absolutely off the charts.

The woman was oddly beautiful in an exotic sort of way. She had the delicate and soft features one would expect from the fairer sex despite her behemoth of a size. But the leather straps, thick hide armor, and boots that seemed to add another six inches to her already ridiculous height didn’t help.

And then there was the Cervidon. He looked almost... delicate. His face was among the most handsome Sylas had ever seen, his antlers arcing boldly and proudly in polished white. He didn’t seem to have a weapon on obvious display, but Sylas’ suppressed Mixed Demonic Art was sensing the strands of a strong, thin sword, one focused on swiftness and agility.

Both were looking toward Sylas with expressions that couldn’t have been more serious if they tried, almost as though they were facing off against the enemy of a lifetime.

It was clear they understood all too well what that badge represented. However, what was throwing them off was that Sylas was...

Human?

Humans, regardless of the kind, were too rare in the Beast Warlord Sanctum. In the Sector, there were no known powerful Human Clans, and those that were somewhat decent in power had no beast bloodlines in them.