Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Rotten

'I don't think I can control a second dagger with this level of fluidity… at least not without increasing my Wisdom more. But I will be able to soon.'

Sylas lowered his leg, feeling content with just the one dagger for now. With this unequip-able Scorned Wraps on his hand, he was highly limited. Telekinesis would have to bridge that lack of ability for him.

With that completed, Sylas wanted to turn his attention back to the Common Art Enthusiast Title, but a commotion caused his ears to twitch first.

He rushed out of the tent to find militiamen shouting out warnings.

The tent that the Quest takers were lodged in was close to the gate, so Sylas saw it immediately. Not that it would have mattered, considering the fact the village was about 50 meters from end to end. He would have definitely seen it, anyway.

Although it couldn't be considered a stampede, it was definitely a tide of sorts. Half a dozen wolf beasts with rotten flesh and blood-stained fur charged toward the village.

Sylas' eyes narrowed. It couldn't be a coincidence. There was no way Casstle Main was this unlucky. He didn't believe that this was unrelated to the gnolls. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

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[Rotten Wolf (F)]

[Level: 6]

[Physical: 58]

[Mental: 0]

[Will: 0]

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The creatures were grotesque. Standing at two meters tall, they were covered in what could only be described as patches of black fur. Everywhere there wasn't this fur, there were ghastly open wounds reeking of puss and disease.

And yet, nothing about this seemed to slow their steps in the slightest. They had only just cleared the forest line, but had already cleared the remaining distance by half, with the only part of them not affected by the rot, those glistening silvery claws, tearing up the wet grassy lands in their wake.

Sylas moved first, leaping over the weak wooden fences without a word. The ends of his Scorned Wraps and his black hair danced in the wind as he accelerated.

The village didn't have any defenses, and by now, the villagers had already been evacuated to the core of the territory. However, there were hardly any better defenses there, either.

The best defense there was were the warriors themselves, and whether it was Sylas, the militiamen, or the other Quest takers, they had all already jumped to action.

Sylas immediately got the attention of the wolves, their eerie green eyes pulsing with malice as they focused on him.