Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 815

The gurgling that came from Veron’s throat chilled the heart. No one knew or understood what had happened—except Sylas himself.

The abilities of Madness were powerful, extraordinarily so. When matched with a Shaping Will and a Will stat that was almost 20,000 when Madness was activated—nearly at his Comprehension Limit of 19,999—what chance did a mere Drill Sergeant have at resisting?

Sylas could tell that Veron was just a lackey. Whether it was him or the alchemist, they were merely cogs in Gregory’s plans. This was the real reason why Sylas hadn’t cared to kill them immediately, like he had the former.

But since they chose to overstep their bounds once again, Sylas chose to oblige.

Sylas held out a hand, his green eyes radiating with a deathly cold as he aimed it toward the front lines.

He must have been over 200 meters away, and despite all the increases to his strength, the range of his visualization was still half that. It was impossible to increase it much further unless his Luck also improved.

But that didn’t matter to Sylas in the slightest.

Olivia, Morgan, the Twin Moon Healers, and even Sunniva along with Brant all looked toward Sylas at the same time, as though in anticipation of something.

And he didn’t disappoint.

Chi.

A dozen blades of Glass appeared in a single instant.

Then they doubled.

Then doubled once more.

Sparks of electricity danced off their edges, and Arcane Storm surged once again, Runes spontaneously forming across their bodies.

Sylas didn’t even have to pour his Level 10 Aether into them. It was as though he had become a God in this space below, his strength peeling across the skies in a commanding cadence that forced even the laws of Earth into obedience.

And then the blades rocketed forward.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Everywhere the blades passed, holes were ripped through skin and armor, many not shattering apart until after they had already taken more than three lives.

The holes in them sparked and then…

BANG!

They shattered from the inside out, unruly arcs of peeling electricity like snaking wires of cut power cord lines slapped against the ground in an endless torrent.

The army continued to rush forward like moths to a flame, having completely lost their minds.

But Sylas killed them even faster than they surged.

[Glassvolt Prism Art] bloomed with untold strength under the presence of Arcane Storm, the former casually forming large amounts of Glassvolt Aether into solid blades, and the latter spontaneously forming Runes of lightning.

The world churned, and cries of agony spilled over.

They died in droves, falling so fast and so fiercely that most of them didn’t even have time to register who was killing them.

Sylas hardly moved at all, the casual elevation of his arm being the only indication that he was involved in this at all.

Down below, Olivia’s mouth hung open, Morgan’s gaze flickered wildly, and Brant… well, Brant wasn’t sure what to do with himself. The shieldman had been fighting on the front lines for as long as he could remember, the last two days having become a blur…