Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1843

Chapter 1843: Let Them Come [Bonus]

BOOM.

Xalor's body went limp again, his body barely staying in the air because Sylas caught the armor by its collar.

What was left of him looked like the pinnacle of savagery. All that was left of his armor was the chest protector, his arms, and one partially reformed leg hanging out naked.

It was hard not to see the parallels. Just a moment ago, Sylas had lost all of his limbs, only for Xalor to suffer a worse fate.

The difference?

Sylas had actually managed to take his head this time.

The armors of the Angels and Valentrix were surely top-level items. Making them explode like Sylas had so many other treasures before was extremely difficult. The higher level the treasure, the more impossible such a thing was.

Making a treasure explode required targeting individual Runes and specific weaknesses. But even if you had the skill to find those weaknesses, most high-level treasures had those weaknesses well protected such that they couldn't be easily accessed by an enemy in the midst of battle.

The better the weapon, the harder it was to find this weakness, and the harder it was to actually take advantage of that weakness.

It was unfortunate, then, that Sylas had eaten Xalor's great sword, then used Mixed Chaotic Arts and [Primal Gut] to both devour and consume the very essence of the Runes that formed it.

The moment he understood the philosophy of the treasures, not only was targeting the treasures built with the same philosophies far easier... But so was understanding every one of Xalor's attack patterns.

"Go ahead." Sylas said coolly. "Recover again."

He spoke to Xalor's corpse like it was alive. But while Xalor himself was dead, the energy around him was very much not. It was still acting independently, still trying to act and change.

It wasn't willing to give up. Xalor was the bridge that made all of this possible. So long as it remained attached to Xalor, it could continue to act, it could continue to strengthen Xalor and power him.

But there wasn't much room left to improve Xalor. The latter was already approaching the very limits of what was allowed beneath Demi-Godhood. Plus he had external boosts from the bridge and the golden energy.

"I said." Sylas spoke unhurriedly. "Recover again."

The golden energy churned, but this time it didn't seem to be out of its own free will.

Xalor's neck, or what was left of it, pulsed with wiggling flesh and his head quickly began to reform after that.

Sylas extended his free hand and the two burning brass orbs that had fallen from Xalor's skull appeared in his palm. He tossed them into the air and suddenly punched just as Xalor's head reformed.

The two original brass orbs and the two newly formed ones smashed into one another with Sylas' fist behind them both.

Xalor's head exploded again.

Four burning brass orbs formed in the skies.

"Recover again."

BANG.

"Recover again."

BANG.

"Recover again."

BANG.

The world had been in silence for a long while now. And now, the only thing they seemed capable of hearing... again... and again... was Sylas' voice.

He looked like a complete mess. His body was covered with his and Xalor's blood. His limbs were barely connecting through his body with telekinesis more powerful than it felt any E-tier should have. And yet it didn't seem to matter in the slightest.

He forced Xalor to come back to life every time only to shatter his head again. And then again. And then again. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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