Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Speed

The two Generals surrounded the Arctic Emperor Cobra from two opposing sides, doing what they thought would make it difficult for the beast to react.

The battle erupted in the midst of it all, but the addition of two powerful Generals made it so that there was practically no one other than the Colonels of the army that could stay close, especially since the Generals were riding steeds that bolstered their power by another level.

And this was exactly the opportunity that Sylas was waiting for.

The Arctic Emperor Cobra roared, its hood flaring as it seemed to "try" to cast a skill, only to fail.

The short hesitation caused the Generals to lag behind, resulting in a vicious tail whip. The General and his steed went flying through the air, crashing near the area City Lord Orciulius stood and wiping out another large portion of the army.

Then, the Arctic Emperor Cobra actually began to turn and run.

City Lord Orciulius frowned. 'This beast has some intelligence... Chase.'

He made a few hand signals and several more Generals moved. But under Sylas' control, the retreat of the Arctic Emperor Cobra, though seemingly imperfect, was steady.

The wounds began to accumulate more and more, but the Arctic Emperor Cobra continued to close in the distance on the portal.

City Lord Orciulius' frown deepened. At this rate, it was going to manage to escape. The worst part was that the Generals were only adding to the casualties of the city.

Sylas was very careful not to kill anyone, but the Generals weren't the same. The best part was that these kills didn't count toward Rolland's total at all because they were under his own faction. Only when they killed the stray beast would it count for something.

Suddenly, Rolland sprung into action.

Sylas stood to his feet at the same instant. He didn't expect that Rolland would be so decisive, but that only proved he was more of an impatient man than he thought. In that case, that would only benefit him.

He shot onto the battlefield, weaving through practically undetected in the chaos.

He was an Earl, no one with status too low would dare to tell him to do much of anything.

The Arctic Emperor Cobra was about to be stalled. The power of City Lord Orciulius was too great, especially within the city.

Scales sprouted across Sylas' skin and his Speed skyrocketed. He dodged out of the way of a beast's claws, sweeping it off its feet as he slid down between its legs.

He hopped back to his feet with an almost exaggerated smoothness that made it feel like he had never been on the ground at all. Not a single time did his Speed drop below his max. In fact, he was still accelerating.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Arctic Emperor Cobra blocked a palm from the City Lord and was sent a bit away from the portal. Clearly, the City Lord was trying to knock it away, moving it further from its goal.

'Not yet...'

Sylas had the Arctic Emperor Cobra fail to cast another Skill as he closed in.

He wasn't a far distance away to begin with. He could only control the Arctic Emperor Cobra so perfectly when within the 50-meter range of his visualization. The only reason he hadn't closed in the distance already was because weaving through a battlefield and running a straight distance obviously required different levels of strain.