Ten Azurex appeared at once. Chains descended from the skies. Ten Azurex Soul Constructed attacked at once.
It became clear by the twelfth wave that Sylas was controlling so many aspects of the battlefield that it wasn't even remotely a fair fight.
First the Azurex came in singles. Then the moment Sylas controlled ten of them, they started coming in groups of ten.
There was no way it was a coincidence.
Unfortunately for them, not only did Sylas have the Spacetime Tree planted here, but he also had absolute control over the Spacetime of the Secret Realm.
With both footholds, it would have been a nightmare for the Azurex on the other side to manage the portal on their own. It would have taken someone much more powerful than Sylas to reverse things. But by this point, the system was so alert that none of them dared to.
To make matters worse, even if such an existence could have interfered, it was already too late. A large swarm of the Azurex had already entered the portal. Until their "queue" was finished up, there was little that could be done to change the situation.
Sylas just slaughtered them wantonly. It was like he didn't see them any differently from Mortals. He hardly seemed to register that they were Gods at all.
And with every corpse that fell, and every river of blood that flowed, the mark Sylas left on the spawns only grew deeper and deeper.
Helena had already fainted several times. Sylas wasn't even torturing her. In fact, though she was a Level 0, the strength of her body was nearing what one would expect from an elevated Race. As such, though she hung by chains, she wasn't being hurt in the slightest.
Even so, her heart had stopped entirely of its own accord several times, she had soaked her clothing all the way through with sweat, and she kept fading in and out of consciousness.
Her fear, her realization of what was going on, her sudden acceptance that this was only happening because she had crafted the mistake of letting her pride sway her embarrassment and her actions... It all came together until she had nothing left to give but fear and pleading.
And yet, staring at Sylas' back, she couldn't even find the words. She knew she was finished.
She could feel the Will of this man. It was unbreakable. Unshakeable.
If he said that he would do something, he would do it.
The only hope she had of survival was Sylas' failure.
"Please... Please..." she mumbled.
She heaved, stomach acid spilling out from her bottom lip and down her chin. She had never even eaten before, what else could she have to vomit up?
The sizzling discomfort at the back of her throat did nothing to help her situation at all.
All the while, Sylas didn't even seem to acknowledge her, but he saw everything. Inwardly, he was shaking his head. If there was a small chance he would have let Helena live before, now those odds were zero.
He didn't need such a coward in a commanding position.
It also made him realize that the Favorability Score was about more to him than just a number of how much loyalty these spawns had to him. It was also an easy way of gauging their personalities.
Just because they had a powerful Profession and grade didn't mean that they were worth nurturing. Even if he let Helena live, her cowardice, not to mention her hot-headedness, would eventually cost him one day unless he micromanaged everything she did.
![Chapter 1819: Queue [Bonus] 1](https://enapi.swnovels.net/assets/chapters/2207490/0.png?v=1770534289)
![Chapter 1819: Queue [Bonus] 2](https://enapi.swnovels.net/assets/chapters/2207490/1.png?v=1770534289)
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