Chapter 491: Waiting [Bonus]

Chapter 491: Waiting [Bonus]



This time, Sylas planned to hold nothing back. He used up the third and final usage of Planar Convergence Gate without the slightest hesitation.

The instant he did, there was a new and sudden surge of Aether and the entire situationn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

changed.

General Song was in complete shock. Seeing the gate appear, he suddenly realized that from the very beginning, everything had been triggered by Sylas.

This gate and the one on the Great Celestial Wall were identical!

The tide of beasts split in two, and suddenly the perimeter that had protected General Song near the back of the army was compromised as a large number of beasts began to divert their attention to this Gate instead.

However, Sylas had already reached out another green hand formed of his Will into the cage and touched the Basilisk King.

The two master and beast didn't exchange a word, but Sylas wasn't blind. He could see the injuries on his body. It was just that Sylas didn't have it in him to have the usual sentimental response... not for a beast, at least.

That said, he could recognize those blade marks, and even if he had no sentimental, emotional attachment to the Basilisk King... what he did feel was that the Basilisk King was one of his keys to become strong enough in the future to break Earth free of its predicament... to become strong enough to truly control his own life.

Anyone who threatened him in this way had to die.

Sylas took a leap backward after the Basilisk King vanished and entered the portal. From start to finish, he didn't look at Morgan more than once.

"After him!" General Song roared furiously. He realized that Sylas wasn't trying to target him at all, he just wanted to get his beast and escape.

They had made the wrong play. It seemed that Sylas only cared about the beast and didn't care about Morgan. It was even likely that Morgan had been tricked just like the rest of them had been. After all, Morgan's explanation was perfectly sound.

...

Sylas appeared in a familiar Evergreen forest. He looked toward one direction and found the System City in the not-too-far-off distance. It was all well in his calculation.

He didn't realize until the last moment that Sylas had done all of this just for the sake of making sure he was dead. He even intentionally set up the Gate in the wrong location, knowing it would expel him further from the city, because he knew that Grin would still be trapped outside of it.

Someone who knew his trump cards would find it obvious. He hadn't fused with his contract, he didn't use <Cyrobane Elevation>, he didn't even use <Madness Control> or summon Nosphaleen who would have been a huge additional help...

In what world could he possibly have been going all out?

And it was purely to set up this situation right here.

With a hand firmly grasped onto Grin's spine, Sylas ripped and contorted his torso to dodge an arrow before launching him.

Grin's body shuddered once before it erupted into a rain of ash that fell from the skies above, obscuring the vision of many as the now dead man's dagger pierced itself into a nearby tree.

Sylas' expression was as cool as ice as he took a step forward, entering the storm of ash. All one could see in the darkness was a pair of eerily glowing green eyes.

Then, with another step, he accelerated.

<Cyrobane Elevation>.

<Madness Control>.

The 70% boost to his Speed and Dexterity became 84%, causing the two to almost hit 960 in a

flash.

What was left in Sylas' wake was complete and utter carnage.

Every time his tail flashed, a head exploded. Every time his fist collided with flesh, bone shattered. Every elbow, every kick, every knee.

He turned the battlefield into a dance floor caked with blood, the rhythm of his steps bringing

death.