Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1470: Long

[Ancient Boros Hydra (FF+)]

(Level: 222]

Physical: 400,000][Mental: 510,000](Will: N/A]

The infinite heads of the hydra rose up into the skies and unleashed a roar that broke barriers of time and space.

Just what sort of concept was it to have an infinite number of things, all with a voice of their own, roaring at you in unison? It was the sort of thing that could break the Will of a man.

And yet, Sylas only took a single step and appeared in front of the hydra, peering down on it as it suddenly moved to attack him.

But just as it seemed the first head to arrive would swallow him whole, it actually passed right through him as though it had stopped being corporeal at all.

Chi.

The head that attacked him burst into a rain of Runes from Sylasʼ position, delaminating as though a sticker suffering from waterlogging.

Mathematicians on Earth said that there were differences even between two infinities. There were finite infinities and true infinities.

it seemed that in practice... this was true as well.

The Boros could only barely tap into the essence of infinity, nibbling on its edges and trying to replicate it. To their credit, at least they could certainly do so out of this Tower of Champions, while Sylas could not.

The moment their comprehension of infinity came across Sylasʼ existence, it was as though it realized it wasnʼt even on the same playing field.

Broken and unable to touch upon an existence so much greater than itself, it passed right through Sylas as though it was trying to attack something far grander than it could fathom.

Then, Sylas moved—iust the slightest twitch—and yet that was enough to change everything. It broke apart in real time, shattering into a rain that caused one of the Boros to cough up a mouth of blood.

Sanzi felt his mind shake, and the smallest bit of disconnect caused all of them to separate, coughing themselves even though it didnʼt go as far as to draw blood. However, Sylasʼ sharp eyes did notice one or two of the snakes, or hydras, on their heads dying and turning to ash. It seemed that in order to survive the backlash, they did the equivalent of lopping off an arm to avoid poisoning the rest of their bodies.

Except in this case, they had hundreds of arms.

Sanzi looked up with horror in his eyes. He knew that Sylas was powerful, and he hadnʼt exactly tested the latterʼs bottom line. That was why he had been so cautious in the first place.

But Sylas shouldnʼt be this powerful.

Could he be?

When the thought reached Sanziʼs psyche, his entire body shook from head to toe. ”RUN!” he roared.

Without giving the others time to understand what was happening, his body churned with a mass of wild wind. The hydras on his head lengthened, increasing in size until he stood as a lone man while his teammates and his wife-to-be were all blocked behind him.

Growing heavy, some of the hydra heads slammed into the ground, sloshing about in the heavy mud. The others, though, rose into the skies, weathering the heavy droplets that fell akin to cannonballs.

Sylasʼ eyes narrowed as he saw this. “Theyʼre definitely not snakes... but why are they so similar...

The name wasnʼt important. Whether Sylas knew they were hydras or not wouldnʼt change the confusion. Something was telling him these creatures were a close relative of Serpentes, and yet his Vipermancy Profession wasnʼt reacting to them at all.

Logically, convergent evolution was a very plausible answer. But Sylas felt that it was actually the opposite.

“Divergent evolution? What sort of divergent evolution has an end result thatʼs so similar in appearance but so vastly different in aura?”

Sylasʼ head tilted to the side the slightest bit as the countless eyes in the skies all trained their attention on him. At that moment, a wash of Will poured forth, one assault after another coming from the Serpents as Sanzi slapped his palms together and roared.

A pendant on the Boros Race manʼs collar danced, and Sylas actually felt his Will solidify to a new level as he practically began burning through it.

Sylas slowly raised up a palm. Standing high in the skies as though the bombardment of heavy droplets couldnʼt harm him in the slightest—when moments ago they had nearly split his head in two—he calmly exhaled.

One Rune after another began to form in the air. They grew so numerous that they practically stacked atop one another.

At that moment, all the rain in the territory froze in place and then converged.

Sylas flipped his palm, his finger pointing down. Lines of pressure filled the air as though gravity had reversed.

PCHI. PCHI. PCHI.

The water tore through one head after another, Blade Aura coating each and every one. An Infinite Will tearing through a finite Will, riddling the endless hydras with holes that tore them to pieces and left them falling in their own rain... but this time of ash.

Boros was truly mistaken to make this a battle of Will, but it was also not his fault. His Will was the strongest asset he had, and he had run into the one opponent he should try iterally anything else on.

Maybe if he had used the power of his body instead, things would have at least lasted longer, long enough for him to get some help.

Unfortunately, he didnʼt last that long.

The sight of him crumbling reached his fleeing teammates, and their shock, horror, and pain were painted across their faces.

Bluanca didnʼt look back after she saw the first of her fiancéʼs hydras fall to ash. She refused to. One look back meant a split second slower. If she was just a little faster, a ittle bit quicker, maybe she could make it in time.

When she saw the ripple across the world barrier in the distance, her eyes lit up with hope, not knowing that Sanzi had already breathed his last.