Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 918

Roderic was once again the first to feel it. But his mind was in such a mess that he was barely holding onto his control of the formation. Reacting to Sylas’ movements was endlessly difficult for him.

It was Amara who realized the issue.

"Focus, Roderic. We will handle it!"

She didn’t know why Roderic was reacting like this. They couldn’t split their senses, and only Roderic had the vantage point to see exactly what had happened behind them. But she could feel the fluctuations of law and Aether.

If it was what she was thinking, then the situation was certainly bad, but not to the point that Roderic should react like this.

But then it happened.

She tried to lock onto Sylas’ approaching aura with their abilities.

Chi.

It shattered. Not Sylas, nor the formation beneath their feet, but instead their attempt itself. It was like the laws of the world refused to go after Sylas at all, as though it had chosen its favorites already and they weren’t them.

By this point, the obelisk had long risen out of the ground. It seemed about 80% of the way separated from the City of Glass, the last 20% of which was just the final push.

But Sylas didn’t feel like he needed them anymore. So why not just get rid of them while their attention was split?

Sylas appeared in the midst of their formation.

The three Monarchs couldn’t even react as his claw shot through Roderic’s chest. The sharpness of his claws shot through his Constitution, armor, and Aether as though they were formed of wet tissue paper, sinking through his ribcage and around his heart.

Sylas squeezed.

Blood flowed down Roderic’s lips and chin, marring his pristinely trimmed beard. He coughed, spluttering as he looked to Sylas one more time.

Maybe the moment Sylas drew his finger across the skies the first time… he already knew that his death would be inevitable.

Hatred spiraled in his heart… or what was left of it. But it was weighed down by fear and helplessness to the point that he couldn’t even display it.

Just how many sacrifices had they made to reach this point?

"RODERIC!" The two Monarchs shouted at the same time, but their triangular formation had already collapsed.

’Hm?’

His back still to the two collapsing Monarchs, Sylas tilted his head. There was something odd about Roderic’s body.

He pulled his hand out, looking at the bits and pieces of heart flesh in his palm, only to find that a lot of it wasn’t flesh at all.

’He was embalmed while he was still alive?’

There was blood, but it was odd… it was too thick, almost as though it had been turned into a salty, thick paste. But it was only around his heart and nowhere else.

At that moment, Roderic’s eyes suddenly became savage, a sword appearing in his palm as he slashed out at Sylas’ neck.

Sylas didn’t even look up from his hand, his free hand catching the sword between two claws.

Chi.

The sword shattered into fragmented pieces, falling from the skies in a clattering mess.

Sylas eventually looked up, reaching out with Aetherflow and ripping Roderic’s crown from his control with his Will. It felt almost like taking candy for a baby.

With a barely formed connection, the obelisk was ripped up the rest of the way.

Amara and Thorian didn’t even have the chance to be surprised before Sylas brought up a familiar jade, sweeping the obelisk into it.

’… What a waste of time…’

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