Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Support Me! [Bonus]

It was a complete and utter mess.

Setting aside the rampaging beasts and the now disorganized Grimblades, there was a huge cloud of green over the entire battlefield.

Sylas didn't need to think much to know what it was.

Poison.

The bouncer, or Ragnar as he would likely have to call him now, had always been a poison master as well. Sylas had learned that after their very first interaction, and it was part of the reason it had taken so long for the Basilisk King to benefit from the mammoth corpse.

Now, it seemed that he had given it everything he had. The Ravenclaws had likely taken some sort of immunity elixir, while everyone else was using a combination of Aether skin and more general anti-poison elixirs.

The added variable of the rushing beasts and the wildly fluctuating portal was not helping. That was because, from time to time, something would either be swallowed up by the portal and sent to the other side, or large objects or even people would come flying in.

Sylas stood high in a tree in the far-off distance, at least 500 meters from the first line of battle, and yet...

SHUUUU! PENG!

His claw grabbed at the air, catching a street sign before it could slice his head in two.

It was complete and utter chaos.

'That is...'

Sylas had only just felt like he got a full handle on what was happening when the sandstorm appeared. It came from the other side and churned up into a spiraling cyclone that pierced toward the skies.

Soon, the battlefield was filled with several of these Aether-fueled cyclones.

Down below, Lucius' expression was as dark as could be. He had yet to even see Ragnar's face in all this time, and breaching the city walls seemed to be an impossible task.

The timer was running out, and soon they wouldn't be able to guarantee that the Sylphs wouldn't be involved any longer.

Even with such an advantage, things had ended up like this, while Sylas was absolutely nowhere to be seen no matter how many times he tried to contact him.

Now, the casualties were starting to pile up, and the battlefield was only becoming more chaotic.

The poison fog was the biggest problem. Ragnar obviously had an antidote, but they didn't have an alchemy specialist capable of deducing a formula as complex as this one in just three days. And even if they did, they wouldn't be able to mass-produce in time.

Their experts had no choice but to move in and out of the fog, and those that were too careless ended up dying within.

Between this and the fact the Ravenclaws were just trying to stall for time, the battle had been endlessly frustrating.

They couldn't even use one of their biggest strengths-engineered weapons-because Archibald had been far more focused on city defenses instead of attacks like this one.

The more Lucius observed the battle, the more he felt that all of this was a failure on his part. He had built a good foundation for his city, but he wasn't nearly as flexible as he needed to be. He got tunnel vision too often, and unless he was able to pivot on a dime instead of having to take a step back every time he ran into a roadblock, he would never be able to catch up to his cousin, let alone deal with Sylas.