Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 Waves

Mark blinked in confusion but picked up a javelin anyway. His aim wasn't the best, but since Sylas had said so and he didn't want to get scolded by his sister again, he did as he was told.

By this point, Nazgul had already entered a 20-meter range. It saw the hand chainsaws rushing forward. They spiraled through the air, swinging like pinwheels in hard-to-predict patterns.

With a savage glint in its eyes, Nazgul swung one of its blades toward the chainsaw, but this time the result was unexpected.

The hand chainsaws were long enough to wrap around the thick trunks of trees. A usual handheld chainsaw would at most be around three feet or a meter long. These, however, were twice that, likely to take advantage of their added Strength compared to normal humans and the fact they were cutting down quite substantial trees.

As a result, when Nazgul swung at the rotating chain to knock it down, rather than succeeding, its two halves suddenly swung out in opposite directions, wrapping around Nazgul's weapon, wrist, and arm.

"Ready," Sylas spoke, and Mark raised the javelin.

Sylas' gaze flashed.

To the outside world, it looked as though he was still controlling just three objects, that being the three handheld chainsaws. But in reality, he had suddenly split his attention four ways.

He had already been able to control three daggers before he passed out in the Basilisk Dungeon the second time. But now that his Wisdom was 62…

He pulled at the handheld chainsaw from two opposite ends, applying the skills he had just learned barely an hour ago.

Blood flew as the chains cut into Nazgul's arm as a whistling sound cut through the chilly air. Mark's javelin shuttled through the air, streaking with a silvery light.

Nazgul's odd green liquid began to corrode the handheld chainsaw, but it wasn't fast enough. The wounds that appeared on his arm were merely superficial, and by the time Nazgul realized he should drop his second weapon in an attempt to peel the chain off of himself, it had already snaked up his arm, down his torso, and tightened around his ankles.

In a vain attempt, Nazgul tried to use his overwhelming Strength to rip his legs apart and shatter the chains, but the result was even more tragic. The gnoll elite ended up sealing its own fate. Its tendons tore apart beneath the blades before the chainsaw gave way, and just as it tripped forward, unable to uphold its own weight any longer, Mark's javelin arrived.

As unlucky as the gnoll elite was, it fell right into the path of Mark's javelin and its head was pierced through.

"Holy shit! Badass!" Mark yelled out.

In the chaotic battlefield, it was quickly drowned out, but Bloom and Sylas heard him well enough.

Sylas didn't respond, waiting for the other foot to drop. He was almost certain that all of this was time-based. The three of them had killed the first ten gnolls so fast, but the BOSS had appeared right afterward. It couldn't have taken more than ten minutes even including Bloom's personal slaughter fest.

This time, they took out the BOSS in less than a minute, so Sylas was paying attention to how long passed as he thought about his attacks just now.