Chapter 509: Hissing [Bonus]

Chapter 509: Hissing [Bonus]



BANG!

The arrow Sylas just dodged crashed into the ground. Or rather, into the mesh of roots.

The sounds of sizzling and popping only barely managed to reach his ears before Sylas' gaze blazed with fiery intent.

<Psychedelic Punch>.

With every improvement to One Kind For Me, the visualization of the Beast Totem also became stronger and more shocking. However, Sylas wasn't using the Beast Totem as his visualization this time.

He was using the Slow Rune.

Ice crackled and popped around his fist, his hair dancing wildly as he punched out.

His fist seemed to be suppressed by something, almost as though it was trying to move through an icy storm. Veins popped along his forearm, his knuckles becoming covered by an icy sheen as he suddenly broke through that barrier.

BANG!

The spider queen had been completely focused on Sylas' fist, ready to act at any moment, all for his fist Skill to suddenly vanish from his hand and appear before its eyes in a blink.

Aetherflow.

What this spider queen had only learned just now was that the surrounding hundred meters was Sylas' range.

Although his Will wasn't able to exhibit its full strength due to how low his Charisma was, that didn't mean there was no change at all.

For example... there was probably no one on Earth who could forcefully counter his telekinesis now with a mere surge of Aether.

Before Sylas, even your own body wouldn't be fully under your control.

The icy fist aura smashed into an eye of the spider queen.

A shrill screech echoed, but the sight of a bursting eye didn't come, nor was there any surge of blood and gore.

'So strong...'

Sylas noticed the change immediately, but it was hard for him to pay much mind to it when he was currently falling to his death.

The amount of Aether it would take to reverse course now wasn't worth it. With his Intelligence halved, forcefully activating <Glide> now so he could rebound into the skies would deplete more than he was willing to give up.

That was because now he not only had to counter his own weight, but that of the force of the spider queen's attack as well.

Even so, he remained deathly focused as several venom-formed arrows shot toward him from below. Some of the elite spiders even curled their abdomens, sending out spurts of poisonous roots right at him.

Sylas opened his mouth and roared, <Arctic Howl Mutant> causing an echo of CLANGS to

reverberate.

The defenses of the Skill were too low to face off against so many attacks, but the slight freeze delay was what Sylas really needed.

Rather than fighting against his downward momentum, he pressed the advantage, pushing his telekinesis to allow him to fall even faster.

He shot by the intersection of attacks and landed on the head of an elite spider.

The sickening sound of shattering carapace and oozing, meaty flesh filled his ears.

'This poison is indeed weaker than my own. It's only formed about 38 or so Foundations. But the Aether backing it is strong, and there's an extra character to it that makes it particularly

stubborn.'

Sylas knew that this "extra character" was the power of Quasi King beasts. When that half- illusory flickering crown appeared above their heads, it was like they had become the ruler of a region and several rules no longer applied to them.

This made this poison particularly stubborn.

Sylas dodged out of the way of an attack, feeling his nerves frying. However, his gaze flashed

as what he had been waiting for finally arrived.

The sound of hissing filled the skies as dozens of Serpentes made their way toward his

location.

Beacon.