Sylas quickly read it. Despite his situation, he wouldn't rashly jump into a Dungeon without understanding what it was all about. The description didn't tell him much, but the recomndations at least told him that it wasn't too far out of his league. If he stupidly jumped into a Level 10 Dungeon or sothing even worse, it would be too late to regret it.",
He hopped into the Slithering Madness Dungeon only because he felt he had no other choice. He wasn't in such desperate straits this ti around.
However, the Entry Limit wasn't a line he had seen before. The Slithering Madness Dungeon had not had it.
Sylas' eyes flickered down. 'These beasts…'
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[Spitting Cobra (FF-)]
[Level: 3]
[Physical: 64]
[ntal: 74]
[Will: 49]
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Sylas' pace didn't slow down. He had already expected that since the gnolls hadn't taken full advantage of this region, there would have to be sothing even Zurog couldn't easily handle, and this creature more than fit the bill.
It must have been at least seven ters long and though it wasn't as large as Big Madness, when it peeked up from its nap and flared out its hood, its intimidation factor was on a whole other level.
A hiss that pierced Sylas' ears echoed.
Sylas felt his steps slow down and his blood run cold. It wasn't out of fear, but sothing deeper than that.
'A Skill.'
The cobras that were rushing after Sylas no longer dared to get closer, their bodies directly frozen in place. Sylas' Will, though, seed to be unearthed and shrugged it off.
The FF- Spitting Cobra seed to be enraged by this and charged, a line of venom shooting out from its maw.
'Fast.'
It was incredibly so, and Sylas was running right toward it, making it even worse.
He pushed with his telekinesis, pushing the venom upward as he rolled forward. He did his best to maintain his montum, but this also ant that the cobra was suddenly right before him, moving with such Speed that by the ti he jumped to his feet, it was already bearing down on him.
A dagger flew out from Sylas', headed right for the cobra that was slithering right toward him.
The cobra was faster.
Sylas sensed Aether moving and an invisible wall ford around it, almost like it had solidified the air in an area. The Speed of Sylas' blade plumted, and it felt like it had gained ten tis the weight instantly.
The ntal of the cobra displayed itself and it opened its maw again, spitting out a line of venom that was even faster than before. Not only was it faster, the venom was an even brighter shade of green and the distance was closer.
It felt like a far more substantial attack, almost like the venom had beco an arrow itself. Sylas tried to control it with his telekinesis, but it seed rebuffed by sothing.
'Aether… Intelligence? Wisdom, maybe?'
Sylas realized right then that there were more ways to rebuff his telekinesis than just weight. It was just unfortunate he learned in this situation. Even so, he didn't panic.
Sudden Burst.
He exploded to the side, then accelerated forward. He closed in the distance between himself and the cobra, his fist shooting out in a coat of Blade Aura. Now that he had he didn't have to choose between using his other abilities and Blade Aura, he could use them all at the sa ti.
And keeping in line with that, he activated at the sa ti.
His fist slamd into the body of the cobra. Its head lood above his own, but it didn't faze him in the slightest.
He could feel the wall of solid air trying to slow him down, but he ripped right through it. It seed that the Skill wasn't too different from his own telekinesis. Against sothing of more substantial weight, it struggled.
The cobra reeled back, the montum of Sylas strikes causing its body to curl and its head to snap downward.
Sylas' body twisted as he entered a Flow of Battle state. His torso tensed and his leg whipped out with astonishing speed, coated by Blade Aura.
Tail Whip.
BANG!
The combination of two Gene Talents layered atop of one another resulted in a rain of blood and gore. Blade Aura pushed his Constitution to a level that could more than bear the power of his strikes and he suffocated the cobra in a rain of Skills and Gene Talents.
He almost forgot about the Dungeon for a mont. The other Spitting Cobras didn't dare to co close to their king's territory, and he took full advantage.
He drove the cobra's head into the ground with the heel of an ax kick, and at the sa ti, a dagger ripped up through its throat in an uppercut motion, blazing forward with over 80 Physical under the influence of his Madness.
Sylas huffed out a breath, his green irises blazing. A good battle, an excellent battle. He was starting to get addicted to this feeling.
He quickly rushed down, not wanting to give the other Spitting Cobras the chance to catch up before he had ti to take advantage. He had already lost out on one bundle of elite Genes. He didn't want to face that again.
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[Spitting Cobra]
[Gene Detected]
[Common Gene: (6) Intelligence (F)]
[Attempt Assimilation?]
[Yes][No]
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Sylas threw it into his separate storage device. He had been hoping that it would have so Charisma Genes after that telekinesis-like Skill, but it seed he wasn't so lucky. But this creature was definitely a boon, nonetheless.
He rushed toward the Dungeon. Unlike Slithering Madness, this Basilisk's Reign Dungeon was carved into a tree. It looked like a swirling mass of opal embedded right into a willow. If Sylas had had the ti, he would have liked to look at longer. This world was truly filled with fantastical things around every corner.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the leisure.
With a leap, Sylas vanished right into it.
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