The powerful strokes of the Basilisk King's body sent tiles ripping out of the ground and stairs collapsing. However, its powerful Constitution caused these hard stones to deflect from its scales and rebound against the walls.
Sylas could hear the shouts of n and won down below, and soon he saw where the origin
was.
It looked like a scene directly out of a horror movie.
Ahead, there was once again a large platform that looked almost identical to the one that was found in his city. But the difference was that there was none of the gaudiness. In its stead, there were piles of flesh and rivers of blood.
This wasn't a description exaggerated for effect. A foul stench filled the air, bones ford Runes that lined the platform, and the pathways that led up to the marble stone were ford by flesh and organs.
In the middle of the marble stone platform, three Great Priests were locked in fierce concentration as they carved up a trio of corpses before them. All of the Great Priests around them seed to be panicking, having already learned of the carnage happening above them. Sylas laid eyes on this scene with an air of indifference. Even if these had been real people, he doubted that he would care very much... let alone the fact that this was just an echo of history. But that didn't an that these people didn't disgust him.
For as long as he could rember, Sylas didn't like to be controlled. It was ironic because he was also a stickler for rules at the sa ti. But due to his boredom with the way of the world, following these rules was actually his own way of ignoring them.
He didn't strive to be as great as he could be because it was of no interest to him.
These n and won here, though... embodied everything he hated.
Using the trust they garnered from the people they ruled over from the shadows, preying on their weaknesses and fears before taking advantage of them.
They were the very puppeteers of society that Sylas hadn't wanted to play into the hands of.
[Richen Versuvius]
[Level: 38]
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[Eloren Surmon]
[Level: 37]
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[Kalvow Shun]
[Level: 38]
Sylas looked down on the three priests from on high. The golden slits of his Beast Totem and the shimring irises of the Basilisk King seed to stack on top of one another, one below and the other above.
"Kill them." Sylas said coldly.
BANG!
The Basilisk King's tail slapped down and it shot forward.
was deployed in an instant. Fueled with Voice of a King, it seed to weaken attacks before they even reached it.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The shield suffered three powerful attacks in a row, each one having easily over 1000 Attack each. In fact, from Sylas' estimation, they were approaching 1500.
And yet...
The shield only rippled.
4500 Attack was absorbed as though it was worthless.
The Basilisk King slapped out with its tail. The Priests tried to dodge, only for it to cast activated, he couldn't even resist Sylas' telekinesis. The priest dangled from Sylas' hand, his face turning purple as his airways were being
suffocated.
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