Genetic Ascension Chapter 1252 Dead

Chapter 1252 Dead

Sylas stood high in the skies, on top of the Hollow Wing, his arms crossed and his expression unmoved. The wind whipped against his body, but hidden in the clouds, it wasn't even obvious that he was there.

This wouldn't last for long, but he also didn't need it to.

Since the Demons wanted to rely on their numbers, he would show them how to truly do it.

The true population of the Noble Demons was much larger than this, but because they were on their way to the Golden Battlefield, they had only taken those of a certain combat prowess level to this location.

The numbers that Sylas had right now, though the quality wasn't a match, were easily an order of magnitude more.

There were more than ten Serpentes to a single Noble Demon, and as much ti as the Demons had to prepare for the charge they could see coming from miles away… It made little difference.

The destruction began imdiately. Serpentes were shredded to pieces one after another, but soon the first Demons began to fall.

*'Seems I have to go.'* Sylas thought.

He hadn't released the Demonic Emperors yet, but he didn't need to. Not just yet.

"Protect your own lives," Sylas said coldly before diving down.

He blazed a trail of green from the skies to the battlefield below, murder in his eyes.

Alex cleared his throat. "Well, it sounds like we might be screwed."

Jala frowned. "Why?"

"Because he never warns us before doing anything. So you do the math."

Jala's heart skipped a beat. But by then, the Hollow Wing had already opened its maw, a roar echoing through the skies.

A laser of black surrounded by spiraling silver took shape, beaming down from the skies like the concentrated breath of a dragon.

It ripped up everything in its path, and suddenly the Demons from below got a new target… but not before Sylas landed.

**BOOM!**

The eyes of several Noble Demons opened wide.

Sylas wasn't dead!

The thought could barely form before Sylas had ripped out the throat of a Noble Demon, their Blazara blood sparking flas on his claws, but only for a mont before Sylas snuffed it out with a clench of his fists.

The Scorned Wraps appeared, surging into being in whipping lines of bloody white.

The little girl had told him that he shouldn't use the Scorned Wraps like this, but he cared not. If it was useful, then it would be a part of his repertoire. Plus, under this quasi system, the world itself couldn't restrain the Scorned Wraps like the outside world could.

In which case…

He would teach the Blazara what true flas were.

A Blazara found their ankle wrapped. Sylas wasn't even facing them, his shin kicking up so high he crushed the skull of a Ghorath, its hulking body crumpling to nothing beneath the single strike.

The swing of Sylas' leg pulled the length of Scorned Wrap taut, sending the Blazara flying toward him.

Without even looking back, Sylas elbowed.

**BANG!**

The nose of the Blazara was crushed, its skull following suit and turning its brain matter to mush.

Sylas took a step forward, his Mixed Demonic Arts flourishing. The battlefield reflected in his mind and his body worked all on its own, weaving in and out of attacks like a fish in water.

Without the main pillars of the Sanguara here, Sylas treated the Blazara and behemoth-like Ghorath as though they were ants to be smashed beneath his feet.

A roar shook the space around Sylas, clapping against his ears in waves that cracked at ti and space.

**BOOM!**

Herrer landed on the ground before him, his hamrs slamming down with such force that the gravity beneath them multiplied several tis over.

He had seen Sylas' battle with his rival, Ebison. He knew that if he gave Sylas a chance to reverse things, he certainly would. The combat effectiveness of this weakling was off the charts.

So the best course of action?

Crush him with overwhelming power.

Unfortunately for Herrer, the Sylas of right now and the Sylas he knew at the banquet were two completely different individuals thanks to a certain Duchess' loins.

Black scales erupted across Sylas' body, Runes bursting into action around him.

**BANG!**

The earth around Sylas crumbled into a crater. Like a chipped skateboard, large slabs of ground and stone rose up, a suffocating power forcing them to yield.

And yet, there was Sylas' forearm, hanging above his forehead, protecting his skull, one of his claws even squeezing onto the head of one of Herrer's hamrs.

*Crack.*

His claw squeezed down, \[Chaotic nace] and his Unravelling Pupils working in unison.

**BANG!**

The treasure shattered to pieces, and losing its support, Herrer's fist continued, falling even faster than the hamr's had.

What happened next was so fast and harrowing the Demons that would survive for only the next few monts had it ingrained into their very irises.

Sylas sidestepped, pushing the other hamr to the side and allowing the fist over his shoulder. He spun quickly, facing his back to Herrer and slamming his hip against the Noble Demon's.

Herrer felt the world spin around him for a mont, his body becoming as light as a feather and then as light as nothing at all as his body combusted to ash, flas dancing in the air that made the Blazara shake to their very boots.

At that mont, sothing unexpected happened. Whether it was Ebison's father or even his unruly sister, all Blazara fell to their knees, slamming their heads against the ground.

It was such a resounding sound, so forceful, so powerful that one after another, they actually began to die.

Sylas paused for a mont, looking at this scene that was completely unexpected.

He didn't say a word, and they continued to kill themselves.

One slam after another.

The savagery of shattering one's own skull in the most brutal ways possible was on full display.

It all happened so fast that even the Sanguara that remained and the Ghorath were entirely unable to react.

Seconds later, all of the Blazara were dead.