Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 870

Vorthyx’s head was buried in the ground, his neck broken at an awkward angle while his legs dangled in the sky before collapsing limply.

Sylas flipped to his feet, landing a distance away with an indifferent light in his eyes.

’… He’s still alive.’

He could feel that Vorthyx’s Will was still fighting. But it was hard for that to matter when your body wouldn’t cooperate.

Sylas didn’t care how powerful Vorthyx’s Comprehension was. It was hard to change anything when your spinal cord was snapped in two.

However, Sylas still felt a danger lurking, one that didn’t allow him to casually get close. There was a focused wrinkle between his brows. It just felt like… something was going to happen.

And then it did.

Vorthyx began to shift and change, but Sylas could tell at a glance that this was most definitely not Vorthyx.

A Demonic Aether began to billow out in all directions. The pop and crackle of bones filled the skies as Vorthyx’s body began to oddly piece itself back together.

Vorthyx’s skin blackened, a muffled howl coming from the soil beneath until the ground suddenly burst apart.

Dirt, soil, and rocks flew, obscuring an easy line of sight in all directions.

Sylas’ eyes narrowed. Was he turning into a Demon?

There was an odd palpitation in Sylas’ heart as he felt the Greed Seed shift. It was the first time it had acted like this since he forced it into obedience. But now it seemed like something was trying to stir it again.

Sylas’ Will clamped down, suffocating the Seed until it fell into silence once again, but he had barely succeeded in doing this when a claw suddenly appeared at his throat.

Fast.

Sylas’ pupils constricted as he bent back hard. The muscles in his back all tensed at once.

A blade-like claw cut across his chin, and blood spurted.

With an arc of his foot, Sylas kicked straight up, the base of his toes tearing up and into the chin of the demon across from him.

Vorthyx, or rather a thing that had once been him, was sent flying into the air as Sylas flipped back in a quick series of somersaults.

Sylas landed heavily on the balls of his feet, his quads bulging with power and compressing like a spring. With a BANG, he shot into the air, dodging out of the way of a sudden scythe of energy.

The exchange was quick, but Sylas felt his hair standing on end, goosebumps prickling against his skin.

Dangerous.

Vorthyx stood there, his neck broken again. His head hung so far back after Sylas’ kick that bone stuck out from his throat. And yet, he snapped it back into place as though nothing at all had happened.

Odd, tentacle-like growths were starting to peel their way out of the Clypsian’s chest, and with every passing moment, his aura only grew.

Sylas’ eyes darted around. His mind was telling him that he was missing something, and that something was highly important.

And then it clicked.

Grin.

Grin, wasn’t he the original person chosen by the Greed Madness Disciple as a target? And wasn’t Grin also part of the Celestial Republic? And wasn’t Vorthyx one of the three Clypsians that he originally met on the Celestial Wall?

’No, it’s not that simple. There’s something about this City of Greed as well.’

The thoughts came in a flash one after another.

’The opposite side of the world…’

[The Progenitor Flame of a World must be lit.] _{freēwebnovel.com}