Sylas t their gazes without the slightest fluctuation, his eyes as icy cold as they could be without flashing white silvery blues. He reached out a palm, flipping it upward.
At that mont, there was a raging change, flas pulsing to life.
Pa. Pa. Pa.
Sylas' Scorned Wraps extended, piercing through the ground.
The do shuddered, twisting and dancing until—
Shu.
Sylas suddenly appeared out of it. As though a god of war, flas incinerated his dress shirt through, snaking lines of bandaged wraps dancing through the skies.
BANG.
Kraziel and Veyric's expressions changed. Tapping a foot, they accelerated backward, barely dodging out of the impact of Sylas' feet.
Sylas didn't look to chase after them first, his gaze turning to Alex and Jala.
"You two. Go inside."
Sylas didn't wait for their reply, a flash of spatial Runes dancing around them and forcefully countering their Wills. In an instant, they were flashed into the do.
"Shit." Alex cursed as an Aether Knight took shape in front of him.
Jala's face turned pale as a ghost as an Aether Knight appeared for him as well.
They were no match for these projections. Sylas was just sending them off to their deaths.
However, when Jala looked back to see if Sylas planned to help, the latter's attention was entirely focused on sothing else.
Chi.
The do of red shattered to pieces.
Jala hurriedly turned back toward the Aether Knight, realizing at that mont that Sylas had helped. Whatever he had done just now countered the system before it could fully finish reforming the Aether Knight. As such, it was only about 20% as powerful as it should be. But even that was far too powerful for the two of them to deal with.
Unfortunately for them, Sylas had no intention of helping them any further.
If they couldn't do at least this much, it was better they died here. He had no remorse. These two were too large a part of the reason Earth was in so much trouble right now.
As for the two Veil Humans… they would pay for their actions right here and now.
Sylas' fists clenched, the hems of his dress pants turning to flas and revealing the wraps that tightly wound his ankles and feet.
His gaze finally landed back on Kraziel and Veyric, who were both looking at him with a hint of wariness mixed with a hint of subterfuge. They didn't know what was going on, but they had a feeling that it was a big deal. Or else Sylas would have done this from the very start.
As for the threat on their lives, they thought it was nothing more than a joke. Not to ntion their own confidence in their strength—even if they were ants before Sylas, what would happen once their elder took action?
However, the suppression of Sylas' Will was slowly pressing them into a corner.
There was a sudden flash and a beauty with the silvery rainbow tail of a snake appeared, her wings unfurling.
"Trap one of them," Sylas said coldly.
"Yes, master."
A pair of golden slit eyes appeared behind Sylas as he felt as though a sledgehamr had just been taken to his head. However, he hardly reacted at all as Nosphaleen's stats were forcefully raised by 5000%.
From 20,000 ntal, it increased to seven full digits.
She raised her slender hands and a wave of danger shook the duo to their core.
Sylas had already moved. The instant he felt Nosphaleen target Kraziel, he was already upon Veyric.
Veyric didn't know how to react to what was happening, but when he looked over toward Kraziel, he found the latter frozen as though restricted in another dinsion. And then Kraziel's eyes turned vacant. He began salivating, the armored skirt he wore shifting as sothing particularly hard began to poke out from it.
BANG.
Veyric blocked in front of him, blinking as he felt the power of Sylas' strike.
'So weak?'
Veyric furiously shook his head, feeling that sothing was wrong. Why was he so shocked by how weak Sylas was? He had already felt that Sylas' aura was too weak for a Primus Imperium, so why was he wasting ntal space on sothing like that?
Just how much pressure was Sylas putting on his Will? Was this the real benefit of being a Primus Imperium? re intimidation even if your actual strength was so pitiful?
Veyric's expression turned to fury and disdain. He wouldn't be suppressed like this just because the system had taken a liking to this bastard.
Retreating on purpose, Veyric took the instant of ti he gained to flip his palms, revealing a pair of hamrs circulating with violent pulses of crimson lightning.
A huge mistake.
Veyric's eyes widened as his lightning began to roll and rage out of his control.
'Aether Suppression?!'
Chi.
Veyric only saw a helm snap over Sylas' head, a perfect Erald Scorpion Warlord Armor taking shape.
"You—?!"
The erald shifted into a swirling color of violet, the two shades playing off of one another to form an armor of nace, one that oozed the scent of death.
Veyric coughed up a mouthful of blood as his Aether reversed in its pathways.
BANG.
Sylas' fist drove into Veyric's gut, but the force was repelled, the sickening sound of Sylas' wrist snapping in the wrong direction and crumbling beneath his own power echoing.
The reflection of the armor seed to ignore even the defensive effects of the Scorpion Warlord Armor.
But Sylas' expression didn't even change in the slightest, his foot sweeping out to hook the back of Veyric's ankle.
He pivoted, pulled his foot back, and slamd out a palm at the sa ti.
BANG!
Veyric slamd into the ground so heavily he ford a crater, his body jumping back up as though hitting a spring.
To his credit, Veyric reacted quickly, his eyes flashing as a peculiar aura ford in the air.
Sylas shattered it with a single thought, the Crown of a Primus Luminaria appearing above his head.
Veyric's eyes only had ti to open wide when Sylas grabbed his wrist out of the air.
"Stop."
The calm voice echoed once again, making Sylas feel as though all of his inner organs had shattered to pieces at the sa instant of ti.
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