Genetic Ascension

Chapter 254  Go On

Sylas looked toward the cobra\'s corpse. Its venom pouch, which had been radiating an icy steel blue color, was now tainted by veins of green and purple. Even so, the air that it gave off was several times more lethal than it had been in the past. It even looked as though the venom pouch was struggling to keep it all contained. By the time Sylas had finished with the first mammoth, it had already been reaching its limit. It could only handle the poison in one and a half. Sylas wasn\'t yet sure how he would make use of this poison sack, but he already knew that at a critical moment, it could very well save his life. Now that he was more familiar with the Runes, he was also confident enough to cut the rest of the venom pouch out of the cobra\'s body and store it away separately. Then, he called the Basilisk King out. "Go on," Sylas said, pointing toward the mammoth. The Basilisk King slithered forward. It was no longer anywhere near as shaken when it was around Sylas. Sylas still wasn\'t sure what it meant, but in the end, he had cleared two trials for the Basilisk King. So much of its pride had returned. The Basilisk King dove forward, its jaws opening wide as it bit down. Its teeth seemed much more substantial than normal snakes. Even the Arctic King Cobra had fragile, translucent teeth. But the Basilisk King looked like a true predator. Even so, it ran into a wall immediately. The Constitution of the mammoth, even in death, was exceptional. However, Sylas didn\'t show any signs of helping. He just stood there, his arms crossed, and his gaze cool. The Basilisk King seemed to have had its pride provoked. Its golden slit eyes flashed, and it dove in again and again, relentless in its forward pursuit. Minutes later, it finally got down to the bone, but that was its next challenge. How should it break through this skull to reach the Gene Core it wanted? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It had to be remembered that the Gene Core was the source of energy a beast had. It was where one could take its Genes, and it was also what could be sacrificed to mature one\'s Aether and Level up. Of course, Sylas always chose to take the Genes instead, and now, the Basilisk King would have to get to it on its own. With a bloody maw, the Basilisk looked back at Sylas as though to check if he would be helping it. But when it saw Sylas\' stance, it felt a hint of embarrassment and then another hint of rage. It was the mighty Basilisk King. When had it ever needed to keel over and ask a human for help? It growled, and a hiss that made one\'s blood curdle echoed. The battle cry of the Basilisk King could make one\'s soul flee. Its tail rose high into the air, and it lashed out.