Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Corrupt

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They crashed into the charging wolves, their eyes widening as they felt the strength. However, while the wolves were mostly independent, the militiamen worked as a single unit, amplified by not only their armor but their shields as well.

The wolves were stalled for but a moment.

"Holy hell! They're so strong!" Alex's voice was tinged with a hint of shock and fear.

"Sylas," Morgan called over, tossing a dagger toward him.

Sylas gave a grateful nod, caught the dagger with his telekinesis, and then burst into action again, targeting one of the wolves about to round the solid wall the militiamen had formed.

The load was immediately far easier. Sylas felt like the dagger was an extension of himself, an extra limb that he could use as easily as his left and right hands.

The wolf snapped its jaws at him, but he dodged to the side, bringing it further from the group before he suddenly attacked.

His fist was about to drive through the wolf's snout when a claw swung at him from the side. It was fast, too fast.

Sylas rolled his shoulder into it, moving closer to the wolf instead of further away and ruining its play at leverage. He grunted as a sharp, three-pronged gash was torn across his arm and shoulder, but his Constitution wasn't entirely for show at this point either.

Just as he took the attack, his dagger swept through the wolf's blind spot, ripping across the tendons of its front paw.

The attack was perfectly timed. Although his punch didn't go as planned, his dagger acted perfectly as his third limb, adjusting.

The wolf was using one claw to attack when its other front paw suddenly lost its support. Its body tilted forward uncontrollably and its jaw crashed toward the ground as Sylas leapt back. It barely managed to lower its second front paw to the ground to catch itself before it lost its balance entirely, but Sylas didn't give it so much time to keep its bearings.

He moved with a flash of his steps and brought down an ax kick right onto the wolf's skull, causing its eyes to bulge out of its sockets, one of them popping out with a sickening wet sound, dangling on a string of flesh and oozing puss.

Sylas unleashed a flurry of strikes, his fists landing like hammers as he shifted to the weakened side of the beast. He seemed to want to punch right through the creature, shattering its ribs and caving in an entire side of its body.

The wolf tried to lash out with its injured paw, but it couldn't flex its claws without those tendons and ligaments. The attack ended up being easily slapped away by Sylas as his dagger shredded apart the tendons in one of its hind legs.

Sylas' assault was relentless. After the first claw strike that cut him, he seemed to have become untouchable, every strike of his more devastating than the last.

He drove another fist into the wolf's skull and it suddenly gave way entirely, crushing it to pieces.

It fell limp to the ground and Sylas didn't even give it another glance as he charged back to the main battlefield, taking on another.

He could feel it inching closer, the flow of battle he was looking for.

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The battle ended with everyone gasping for breath. They checked for rewards, but to their disgust, there were none to be had. The result seemed as rotten as the beasts themselves.

When they tried to check for Genes, they received a prompt that made them all frown.

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