Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 962

Chapter 962 139

Sylas had felt limited by Aetherflow for a long while now. But at the moment, it didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

His illusory claws ripped through their bodies, his projected Constitution more than bolstered by his Will and his Scorned Wraps.

Their bodies shattered to pieces.

But in focusing on killing these elites in one sweep, the rest of the wave had quickly closed in the distance. Sylas was just one man, and though he was only defending a single location, there were too many ways to wrap around him if the situation became dicey.

He definitely needed more support, but until now he had only gathered 10 or so Demon Coins—Sylas' gaze flashed.

'21… I see, so the elite are worth one each. It might even be the case that the later Waves are worth even more.'

Sylas hadn't known the names of all of the Serpentes he took in, but he could recognize them by their names nonetheless. Many of them, especially those near the top of the list, could be exceptionally powerful.

There were several FF+ creatures that cost in the several hundred coins, and even some at FFF- and above that cost in the tens of thousands.

If he could summon the latter group already, he would do so. But if he wasted coins on the weaker ones now, unless he could buy them in bulk, he would just be sending them to their deaths.

The Bronze City Stele challenge creatures were too strong. Although they didn't have their Grades on them, they were definitely at least FF-, and it would only get worse from here.

'If only…'

Unfortunately, Sylas had only grasped his Beast Totem enough to use Beacon, but its other abilities, such as boosting his Contracts, were still beyond him right now.

Not unless he could gain 5,000,000 Silver Genes to unlock Vipermancy.

Sylas took a breath, spreading out two hands. His palms glowed, and then two illusory palms appeared in the distance as large as small hills. They grabbed out, gripping the legs of two trolls that must have been at least 10 to 15 meters tall.

His grip tightened, their rotting, but extraordinarily tough skin deforming beneath his strength. Even as corpses, their heft hadn't changed. Each one easily weighed at least 40,000 pounds.

Sylas' telekinesis ripped them up from the ground.

BANG!

One arm descended at a distance. Using the dead troll as a smashing hammer, he crushed a large segment of the left wing of the army.

He raised his right hand, then smashed down again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sylas unleashed absolute carnage. The Constitution remained intact after death for far too long, and these elite Rotting Trolls were too elite in this respect compared to the rest of the army.

With a booming, almost rhythmic cadence, the bodies of the two trolls rammed against their once-allies, smashing them to the ground in pieces.

With the current strength of his telekinesis, Sylas could have picked up more of them, but he didn't for two reasons.

The first reason bore out quite quickly. He smashed their bodies so hard, and so repeatedly, against enemies that were also trying to destroy them, that though he pushed back the dangerous line further and away from the hill he was protecting, their bodies crumbled apart.

When the hip of one troll separated from its leg after a particularly violent swing, Sylas didn't even hesitate.

He unclenched his palm, dispersing his illusory hand. He gripped at the air again and a new wave of Aetherflow took shape, picking up another elite and continuing the process.

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