Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: The Dogons [Bonus]

"The Dogons."

The simple words were quick to catch Sylas' attention.

"This is a lost city of the Dogons?"

"Almost certainly," Nosphaleen replied, trying to keep her cool.

"How do you know?"

"I didn't at first. There is definitely more than one primitive race of Earth that worshipped idols like this."

As she spoke, their gaze was focused on the shadowy outline of the scorpion god before them.

He had the head of a human, the carapace and tail of a scorpion on his back, and six arms. Standing at over ten meters tall, he looked to the skies as though he wanted to challenge the

sun.

"However, there's only one race I know of that had a fondness for fusing the likeness of humanoids with their gods. They believed it made them closer to their gods.

"Less arrogant races believed that their gods made them in the image of themselves and granted them free will to worship them.

"The Dogons believed the opposite. They believed that it was their duty to bring themselves closer to the image of their gods as the ultimate sign of respect."

Sylas nodded slowly, but this still wasn't enough to confirm for certain, especially since she had been in captivity all her life and couldn't have possibly had a chance to see the Dogons before in any form.

Unless, of course, the Dogons were in captivity with her. But if that was the case, she would have certainly mentioned it already, especially with how many times he had questioned her about certain things.

"In that case, how do you think someone might go about benefiting from a place like this one?" Sylas asked.

Ragnar almost certainly obtained something from this place, and he had also found that it had enough potential to bet his future on, and yet Sylas had yet to find anything special here.

There was no Dungeon entrance, no Quest to trigger, there didn't seem to be anything of value at all.

"You think the leader gained something from here?"

"I believe so. He had an ability related to tattoos. He activated them to form an illusory armor over his body that could both be used to bolster his attack and defense."

Nosphaleen's brows shot up. "That's the Unique Gene ability of the Dogons. They are born with Rune Flesh naturally because of it, and they etch Runes in the form of tattoos across their bodies to increase their strength.

"Then what are their weaknesses?" he asked.

"It depends on the Dogon you're facing. Most of them have limits, and not all of them are created equal.

"Most Dogons can only take on two or three Rune Etchings at a time. They also tend to run out of Aether and mental capacity quickly because of the strain using their Runes puts on them, so they'll focus on using their pure Physical capabilities for as long as they can get away with it. "The most dangerous Dogons, though, are the Bone Dogons. If you ever run across a Dogon with bone piercing through their nose or ears, be extremely careful. These are the most powerful of them, and their Rune Flesh is high graded enough to Rune Etch directly into their bone, making them several times more powerful.

"If you run into a Dogon with odd bone growths coming out of them, however..." Nosphaleen gave Sylas a heavy and somber look. "... Run the other way."

Sylas didn't reply to this warning. His head turned and looked up at the statue, and he felt he had pieced together what Ragnar gained from this place.

He reached a hand forward and passed a palm across the statue.

'As expected...'

The Runes. They were here.

There was no treasure to find because the city itself was the treasure. A treasure trove of

knowledge.