Chapter 112 Basilisk King

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Chapter 112 Basilisk King

[Basilisk King (FF+)]",

[Level: 5]

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[Physical: 80]

>[Strength: 110]

>[Constitution: 123]

>[Dexterity: 42]

>[Speed: 45]

[Mental: 72]

>[Intelligence: 99]

>[Wisdom: 19]

>[Charisma: 97]

[Will: 91]

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Sylas faced off against the Basilisk King, his heart beating in a slow, steady rhythm.

He was a bit biased, but it was truly a beautiful creature. The bed of bones on its head shimmered with a golden color that truly made it reminiscent of a crown, the lines between its dark scales flickering with the same hue, making the snake look as though it was more a deity than a beast.

The Basilisk King was actually smaller than the other BOSSes by half, being perfectly eye-level with Sylas rather than looming overhead.

Even so, the aura of danger it exuded was on an entirely different level.

It wouldn't.

The basilisk reeled, but Sylas pressed forward, unleashing a rain of fists. The creature roared out in pain, its buddy suffering several concussive blows.

Sylas realized immediately that he was doing superficial damage at best, but he expected as much. His Constitution, even with the boost from the Scorned Wraps, was more than 40 points beneath that of the Basilisk.

Suddenly, the beast glowed with another light of Aether. Its head fell back under Sylas' punches and its tail whipped out for a vicious blow.

The shield that had begun to lag behind Sylas flashed and appeared in the tail's path, but it only lasted a moment before it shattered into crumbling pieces.

'So that's what it meant by 200 Physical...' Sylas took note of this as he took advantage of the brief instant his shattered shield had given him, retreating out of the way of the tail.

It seemed that 200 Physical didn't just refer to the amount of damage <Solidify> could take, but rather the accumulated Physical. Otherwise, wouldn't the shield last forever?

Essentially, if someone had 50 Strength, the shield would last for four punches.

'I also have to take into account what boosts Aether might give to strength-output as well.'

Sylas calmly analyzed this matter, unperturbed that the beast had managed to gain itself some breathing room. The more battles he found, the calmer he found himself being, and the sharper his reactions and thoughts process became.

Of course, his recently tripled Wisdom played a large role in that as well.

He took a step, meeting the Basilisk King's enraged glare. It was time to see where his limits truly lay.

When he was in range, the basilisk roared and unleashed a vicious tail whip.

Sylas was prepared to slip out of the way, but he stopped his movements suddenly. The tail changed its trajectory, slamming down to the ground.

Sudden Burst.

He erupted from his stopped position and entered a region of close combat. A green glow coated his fists as he punched, unleashing a lethal combination. Blood and chipped scales rained as Sylas' Strength soared.

Madness pulsed to life as he began to use Basic Aetherflow, his high Intelligence fueling his every movement.

In that moment, it felt like his mind and body were truly connected as one. There was no lag between the thoughts of one and the action of another, and the result was devastating, one that made the air quake.