Genetic Ascension Chapter 1188: Sacred (1)

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[Hollow Wing (???) (Sacred Mount)]

[Level: 1]

[Attribute: Hollow]

[ 100% ALL Stats]

[Limit: XXX]

[Talents: LOCKED]

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The roar that filled the skies was hard to describe. It felt like it was echoing from another dinsion, so layered and complex that it wasn’t just the wind whistling by, but space trembling and ti bending around it.

It felt like a cross between the bellow of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, carrying undertones that thrumd like the currents of a storm, and the high-pitched whistle of slicing blades of wind.

Streaks of silvery black and transparent greys filled the skies as a long body flashed into existence for just the briefest of monts.

And then Sylas finally saw its body.

Given its presence, the creature almost seed small. Its body was ten ters from the tip of its snout to its snaking tail. There were four limbs on its long body, and there was no easy transition between where its body ended and where its tail began, as though it was an eastern dragon of myths and legends.

And yet completely unlike that.

It had four pairs of wings, their skeletal structures outlined in bones as black as night, while the sh that connected them was so transparent it looked as though a dragonfly had been expanded hundreds of tis over.

Their silky beauty twinkled beneath rays of light, the clouds of grey that surrounded the ankles of its limbs only adding to its mystery.

The tip of its tail fanned out in the gorgeous plus of a peacock, but they carried none of the majestic colors. Maintaining the sa echoes of black, grey, and white, they were only accented by eyes so crimson they looked as though they were dripping with blood.

And then there was its head. There was a slight curve to its snout that made it look sowhat like a beak, and yet the rest of its head made it look like the most gorgeous of snakes... or was it also a dragon?

Everything about the creature felt like it ca not from reality, but from so mythical tale of a world long since forgotten. Even its scales—sotis a luminescent white, and at other tis an almost ghostly cream color—didn’t quite feel real at all.

This was the creature Sylas was looking for all the while. But at that mont, as it turned its ruby eyes to him, its maw opening to release that hollow cry once again, it looked as though it wanted to shred him to pieces.

"Silence."

Sylas didn’t speak very loudly, but at that mont, the accumulating montum of the creature’s cry shattered. The frawork of space crumbled and shards of Glass seed to fall from the air...

And then the Hollow Wing crumbled, falling from above as though a palm had slapped down onto it.

The Beast Totem rumbled to Sylas’ back, crushing the Will of the creature until it couldn’t even raise its head.

BOOM!

It slamd into the ground, its snout landing barely half a ter from Sylas’ feet.

What rags remained of Sylas’ clothing were almost blown off his body, the heft of the creature far greater than its size seed to suggest.

And then there was its breath. It felt like a ghostly energy was eating into Sylas, the scent of death coming so fiercely from the Sacred Beast that it felt as though its exhale alone could burn soone to ash—not with flas, but with Laws of death and rot alone.

Sylas looked at the creature silently. He knew from the start that it would likely be unruly and hard to command. A Mount, especially a Combat Mount, had to be subdued and forced into obedience.

It couldn’t just be casually snatched.

But its body was built on the foundation of the Bone-Tailed Lizard and the Glasirith. It stood no chance before Sylas. It was far too Serpentes.

In fact, it was a Serpentes.

Sylas, though, didn’t subdue it imdiately, looking down at the creature before him. It was actually still so defiant.

He could see the fury in its eyes, as though its pride was too great to fully submit to Sylas’ Beast Totem. In fact, if not for the fact Sylas’ Vipermancy Profession was now Common and had progressed to E-Grade, it was hard to tell if it alone would be able to suppress this creature.

’How fascinating.’

Sowhere deep inside, Sylas knew that his Vipermancy couldn’t be completely infallible, but he didn’t expect to accidentally stumble into such a thing here and now.

’Hollow affinity...’

"What’s a Sacred Beast?" Sylas asked.

He didn’t receive a response imdiately. He turned his intent toward the Madness Key, only to find that the little girl wasn’t there.

He frowned and pulled his consciousness out, only to find her hovering there above his shoulder.

She stood like a little fairy, her golden body radiating as she looked down at the creature before Sylas.

"...Ridiculous..." she said after a long while. "...You can’t afford that."

Sylas stood there and didn’t say anything for a long while. After so thought, he knew that he didn’t really need the little girl to give him the answers he needed.

He had his Vipermancy Profession for that.

The question was whether binding the Hollow Wing as a Combat Mount would give him the sa benefits as binding it as a Contract.

’I can.’

Sylas looked down at where the Scorned Wraps had just been. Before, the answer would be no. But now?

Sylas reached a hand forward, his True Pride Seed stirring as he pressed down on the Hollow Wing.

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[You have bound a Sacred Mount]

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[Title Upgraded]

[Legendary Tar → Sacred Tar]

[You have subdued the pride of a Sacred Beast; your horizons are broader than the skies and deeper than the earth.]

[ 200% Wisdom]

[ 200% Will]

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Sylas ignored the change entirely, pressing a palm down on the Hollow Wing, which was suddenly several tis more obedient. At that mont, he suppressed the system just the slightest bit until he felt it...

’So that’s what you are....’