Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619: Sweeping

The battlefield looked like rising tides of frozen water. Paths snaking through the skies, almost akin to flood dragons rising out of the earth. It was a scene that one would likely not forget in their lifetimes... if it wasn't so commonplace in a world like this one.

Sylas took deep breaths, looking off into the far-off distance with a calm gaze.

[Leg 001 Cleared]

[Leg 002]

>[Stabilize the city]

Sylas looked at this notification calmly. His thoughts were still on the individual hiding in the city, and seeing this notification, he realized that it just might be related.

On the surface, it seemed like his only task was to clean up the battlefield and fix the gate, but now he had a feeling that this Leg 002 had a much deeper meaning to it.

However, he still knew far too little about the situation here to make an assessment. He didn't even know who to start commanding to get things done.

'There are still some clues. The fact this person controlling the Golems wasn't here personally means that they're unlikely part of the army.'

Luckily, he would have an excuse to summon these sorts of logistical people very soon. And if this was a case where the person in question wasn't part of their government at all, even easier. That way, Sylas would face no issues with killing them directly.

Since he had been drafted into a kingly role, the only way out of this was to keep playing that role until the very end. Until he figured out exactly what he was dealing with, he couldn't go off script.

What he didn't expect was to meet the person he was looking for so soon.

...

"This Great Priest has seen the Great King," an older man half bowed to Sylas.

He wore minimalistic grey robes and a crown of thorns on his head. Judging by the dried blood on his face, they were no doubt real thorns. But what was most interesting to Sylas was the fact that this crown of thorns was laced with what looked like miniature pinecones.

This man was none other than the individual controlling the army. Sylas was sure.

It was just his luck too. Because this man, other than himself, wielded the greatest power in the city. In fact, just from the feeling that Sylas had picked up in his short stay here, this man's prestige was by far and away beyond his help.

Although his battle feats were strong, it seemed that Sylas was seen as caught somewhere between incompetent and a figurehead. Originally, the reason why he was in that basement room rather than on the battlefield was because he wasn't expected to participate. The fact he had was a surprise.

The runner had only come to inform him of the situation, and then Sylas went on to act on his own. And, obviously, a mere runner wasn't going to tell the Great King what he should and shouldn't do. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

It had only been half a day or so, but Sylas had managed to scrounge up quite a bit of information to this effect. But that left him realizing that he might have been too eager.

He wasn't used to Dungeons needing a soft touch. All of the ones he had been in mostly required strength to get through.