Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Trap [Bonus]

Suddenly, Ragnar had two weapons to attack with. His tail swiped out at Sylas' clone while his spear thrust out at the real Sylas.

However, to his astonishment, his spear went right through this so-called "real Sylas."

At some unknown point, Sylas had swapped with his clone in the mess of the battlefield.

Ragnar found his scorpion tail pinned to Sylas' body and his feet practically ripped up and off the floor.

With one elbow pinning the tail to his hip, Sylas twisted, taking a half step back in a curving arc that pulled Ragnar, who had lost his balance attacking nothing but air, toward him.

Sylas' gaze flared with an intense light as his elbow slammed right into the back of Ragnar's neck.

The illusory armor shuddered, and Poison Runes snaked up Sylas' arm. However, he completely ignored them.

Although the armor managed to keep itself together, Ragnar's head was jarred forward, and his vision swam. The Ravenclaw's brain rattled around in his skull, and he was disoriented for a full half-second.

By the time he recovered, he found that he had been lifted up and off his feet.

A feeling of danger he had never experienced in his life before overwhelmed him. Ragnar felt death kissing his neck, a sickeningly sweet scent of blood drilling into his nose.

An animalistic sort of instinct, buried deep within his bones, activated at once as his irises, a deep shade of black, overwhelmed his sclera. In that instant, it looked as though his eyeballs had been replaced by a pair of black marbles.

His body reacted on its own, his own Aether drilling through his body and shattering all of his tattoos at once. He didn't know why he had to do it, but he knew that if he didn't react fast enough, there would only be death waiting for him.

In that same instant that he reacted, the Scorned Wraps registered Sylas' attempt to use Ragnar as a weapon.

A scream echoed through the air as large patches of Ragnar's skin were burned in an inferno. His nigh indestructible armor, until this point, was shredded into a rain of ash.

The moment Ragnar lost control of his body and Sylas began to swing him toward the incoming Ravenclaws, the destruction process had begun. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Luckily for Ragnar, his Ravenclaw Unique Gene had triggered an instinctual will of life preservation. His body reacted on its own, much like his tattoos had, cutting away the danger almost like lopping off a poisonous limb.

Sylas' gaze flickered as he was somewhat surprised. He had been wondering if Ragnar would lose his life because the tattoos were etched onto his body or if the illusory armor would be seen as a separate entity.