Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1954

Chapter 1954: Clone [Bonus]

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'There's a pattern to them.' Sylas thought to himself after a while. His lips parted but then he shook his head inwardly. He knew Yamero would notice and for now he could only let the Spark Weaver handle the situation.

Sylas had a feeling that very soon this battle wouldn't be so easy for him anymore. There was definitely something brewing.

By exposing the fact that he was here, even if there weren't enemies capable of taking his head before, there would certainly be some now.

But if he wanted to become the Progenitor of a World he wasn't even born on, this was one of the only ways he could think of.

He would use his head as bait.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

A warp appeared in the formation for only the slightest bit, the rhythmic humming of the meteors forming a resonance for just the briefest of instances.

In that brief window, Sylas sensed space bend and whine.

'They've teleported more in.'

Sylas wasn't surprised. This had been happening intermittently long before Sylas appeared.

They were using the rhythm of the meteors to cause resonance disruptions in the large scale formations. This wasn't enough to destroy the formation, but it was enough to flicker it off for brief instances of milliseconds.

In those brief time spans, they would time a teleportation and send in large groups. But these people had to be below the B-tier so that the formation didn't activate and kill them all.

It was a delicate balance, and so long as this continued, no matter how many enemies Sylas killed, there would always be more waiting.

There wasn't anything Sylas could do about this in the immediate present. The formations and Rune Mastery at play here were all at the A-tier level. No matter how much of a talent he was, he could only leave it to Yamero.

But the problem was that Yamero was very limited right now having folded his Will down to the E-tier. Sustaining the formation as is for the next three days was the best he could do. He had probably already seen the problem, but could only deal with one thing at a time.

'I'll need to be more aggressive.' Was Sylas' final conclusion.

He could just stay back and snipe until they came at him. But if there was any sort of intelligence on the opposition's part, they would just build up their coalition until the numbers were overwhelming enough to mean something.

Then they would try and tire him out before they brought out their real talents to deal the final blow.

Normally, this would be meaningless to Sylas. But Sylas' target wasn't just to deal with a bunch of C-tiers and call it a day.

He was aiming beyond that.

The question was... how best to approach this.

Sylas closed his eyes.

Runes burst from him.

'One... two... three...'

He stole a concept he learned from Yamero and began to fold his Will as one clone of himself after another took shape.

He split his Will, folding it until it returned to the F-tier.

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