Chapter 647: Kill

Chapter 647: Kill



The powerful strokes of the Basilisk King's body sent tiles ripping out of the ground and stairs collapsing. However, its powerful Constitution caused these hard stones to deflect from its scales and rebound against the walls.

Sylas could hear the shouts of men and women down below, and soon he saw where the origin

was.

It looked like a scene directly out of a horror movie.

Ahead, there was once again a large platform that looked almost identical to the one that was found in his city. But the difference was that there was none of the gaudiness. In its stead, there were piles of flesh and rivers of blood.

This wasn't a description exaggerated for effect. A foul stench filled the air, bones formed Runes that lined the platform, and the pathways that led up to the marble stone were formed by flesh and organs.

In the middle of the marble stone platform, three Great Priests were locked in fierce concentration as they carved up a trio of corpses before them. All of the Great Priests around them seemed to be panicking, having already learned of the carnage happening above them. Sylas laid eyes on this scene with an air of indifference. Even if these had been real people, he doubted that he would care very much... let alone the fact that this was just an echo of history. But that didn't mean that these people didn't disgust him.

For as long as he could remember, Sylas didn't like to be controlled. It was ironic because he was also a stickler for rules at the same time. But due to his boredom with the way of the world, following these rules was actually his own way of ignoring them.

He didn't strive to be as great as he could be because it was of no interest to him.

These men and women here, though... embodied everything he hated.

Using the trust they garnered from the people they ruled over from the shadows, preying on their weaknesses and fears before taking advantage of them.

They were the very puppeteers of society that Sylas hadn't wanted to play into the hands of.

[Richen Versuvius]

[Level: 38]

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[Eloren Surmon]

[Level: 37]

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[Kalvow Shun]

What if Sylas hadn't had this card when they last fought... and only recently gained it...?

In that case...

Just how fast did this man improve?

...

The Basilisk King bore down on the final three Great Priests. They were in a protected formation, beads of sweat falling down on their brows as they brought out one corpse after another from their spatial devices to carve up and throw away in a very specific pattern.

BANG!

The attack the Basilisk King unleashed was repelled in a cascade of sparks. Sylas could even tell that his contract had even somewhat injured itself on that attack.

"Hold." Sylas said before the Basilisk King could attack again.

He looked down at the sphere of protection again. It didn't take him long at all to find what he

was looking for.

"There."

A projected, vivid image replayed in the mind of the Basilisk King. Its yellow eyes flashed as its tail flicked outward.

In a shockingly controlled motion, it focused all of its power on a single point.

BANG!

The three Great Priests didn't even have the time to react before their shield was shattered to

pieces.

<King's Bind>.

Sylas reached out a hand as the Basilisk King's tail swung out.

Two Great Priests were shattered into a rain of blood as the third had his neck sucked into

Sylas' palm. With <King's Bind> activated, he couldn't even resist Sylas' telekinesis. The priest dangled from Sylas' hand, his face turning purple as his airways were being

suffocated.