Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1445

However, there was someone who didn't take a step back.

Sylas.

His body was frozen in place, but his Will was not. With a thought, his Scorned Wraps reached forward in place of his hand, catching Veyric's wrist and pulling him toward his palm.

Sylas roared and his True Pride Seed took effect, wrapping around him and forming a world under his Will's control.

The suppression of the B-tier vanished in the blink of an eye and Sylas pulled up hard.

"Fire," he said coldly.

The cannons of their vessel churned.

Maybe if he was holding back as much as he had planned to, he would have truly struggled in a battle against these two. But right now, he didn't have the luxury to relax or remain calm.

They were wasting his time and they deserved to die.

His Demonic Will was speaking. Since he had sentenced them to death, die they would—regardless of who was protecting them.

"Fool," the B-tier said coldly, his voice attacking Sylas again.

Sylas' grip on Veyric's wrist tightened as the cannon suddenly fired. In fact, he didn't even spare the B-tier a glance, because right about now, he was going to suffer a great deal.

BOOM.

Sylas lifted Veyric up and slammed him downward.

Veyric's expression changed, but it was already much too late. His eyes burned first, then came his tongue. His mouth, open in a roar of pain, caused him to choke on the ash of his own making.

He crumbled to pieces before he even made it to the earth.

Kraziel had only just regained his bearings in time to see the result. He was also in time to realize that the B-tier's second set of words never reached Sylas in the first place. Instead, a beam of light collided with the ship formed of three dense black blocks.

Sylas waved a hand and Nosphaleen's backward retreat fell right into the Hibernation Realm's portal.

Instantly, the weight on Sylas' Will vanished and he began to recover in real time. As though wool had been pulled from his eyes, he could finally see again, breathe again even.

And he used that new freedom to slam a fist right across Kraziel's chin.

Kraziel took a heavy step backward, shock still evident in his eyes. But it also seemed that the strike was enough to wake him up. He didn't even have the time to grieve for his lost brother, or realize just how infuriated he should be right now.

All he felt was a vast emptiness as his training of many years kicked in all at once.

A blade appeared in his hands and he swung it toward Sylas' next strike. He felt the suppression of a Comprehension suddenly take hold of him. It was like his movements were being imprinted onto the world ahead of time, as though he was being seen through in ways he couldn't comprehend.

He immediately tried to break it, his Will pulsing out, and a familiar aura his brother had used trying to take form.

However, this time, it couldn't even take root. Sylas' Primus Luminaria Crown was very much still there. Even a B-tier's Will couldn't shatter it.

Before him… all Rune Masters were suppressed.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Sylas unleashed a whirlwind of combinations, his speed becoming faster and faster. One could practically feel the urgency in his expression, and though Kraziel was on his back foot continuously, his combination of treasures was far beyond anything Jala had been able to replicate in the past.

In that moment, it was as though Nosphaleen had never been injured in the first place, like she had recovered in the mere few seconds that had just passed.

Kraziel knew it was over.

Despair colored his eyes just in time for the expression to follow right into the dullness that followed.

Sylas grabbed his neck.

"STOP!"

Sylas didn't even pause. He tossed Kraziel into the air, his heel kicking straight up practically through his jaw.

The Veil Human was sent flying into the skies, but Sylas' body flickered and vanished, catching him at his high point.

He took a strong step in the air as though it was solid ground, a large crater appearing in the ground hundreds of meters below.

His emerald gaze landed on the ship that was blazing for him, his body turned, his shoulder cocking back as he unleashed Kraziel's body as though he was throwing a fastball rather than a human being.

Sylas very well could have killed Kraziel using the Scorned Wraps again. He could have killed him by pouring his Glassvolt Aether into him. He could have killed Kraziel even by taking his armor off and slitting his throat.

He didn't choose any of these methods.

Instead, he used Kraziel's body like an egg to a stone. That protection formation the B-tier was using to stop his ship from being flung back into space was all he needed.

Kraziel's death didn't even make a sound, as though his life was meaningless from the very start.

Like an ant crushed beneath a boot, he splattered into a rain of blood.