Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695: Treasures

Sylas zipped down the corridors. He had no easy way of finding where Professor Fembroise had been teleported to, what he did know was that usually, a Quicktime Event would have a

limited range.

The system almost certainly wouldn't let him leave this region until the Quicktime Event was over. In which case, for the sake of maintaining what little fairness there was left, Professor Fembroise should be in this region as well.

If she was outside of it, then the system might as well act to kill him now.

The question was... how large was this range?

That was Sylas' first thought. He wanted to figure out how much room he had to work with.

With his memory, winding through the tunnels he had come from was easy. But the issue was that when he took Professor Fembroise away for their talk, he had picked a random tunnel he had no familiarity with.

It was a minor mistake, but right now it was costing him. For all he knew, there was a dead end waiting for him.

Sylas' feet came to a grinding halt.

A group of three men appeared before him, but they seemed just as shocked to see him.

'Why didn't I sense them?'

This was the only thought Sylas could have before he was suddenly attacked.

His tail whipped out in response, knocking the poison-tip bolt from a hidden crossbow away.

The man seemed shocked that Sylas had been able to react to it at all, but he wasn't slow to back away, drawing his weapon. Unfortunately, not being slow wasn't enough when Sylas was so fast.

CLANG! CLANG!

A twin pair of Glass blades rebounded against their defenses, but the cracks that formed in their armors caught them off guard and filled their eyes with horror.

Sylas' body flashed forward, leaving trails of ice behind as he curved up the side of the cave wall swiftly, appearing to their backs.

They spun around, but they lost control of their bodies on the now slippery floor. BANG!

One of their heads fell right toward Sylas' fist. With their armor already cracked by Sylas' initial attack, they couldn't resist this time around.

The man's nose was driven into his brain as his forehead deformed.

Another glass dagger shot out, rebounding against a blade that slashed down toward Sylas' neck.

With a side step, a flare of red-gold wings appeared to Sylas' back, allowing him to accelerate to an extreme in a shortened burst.

He drove a fist into the side of the man's gut, shattering his ribs and tearing his heart to pieces with its shards.

The last of the group was the only one that Sylas hadn't managed to crack the armor of earlier. He was the fastest to retreat, and he was also the one who used the crossbow bolt earlier.

Now, he had finished charging up a skill, slashing it down toward Sylas' back.