Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1466 Boros

[Name: Sanzi Cott][Level: 50]

Physical: 97,333][Mental: 79,14][Will: 92,289]

Sanzi calmed the rowdiness of his team.

After his loss, they managed to make it through thanks to the team round that followed. Only six of their eleven made it through the Knight rounds, but their teamwork was beyond most others due to their special abilities, so the team battle round was more suited to their tastes.

As expected, they did well to make it through.

In truth, they had always expected to have to do things in that way. It was just that Sanzi didnʼt expect to lose in round one before he even had a chance to feel out the rest of the teams.

Even so, their purpose here wasnʼt really to win outright; it was to be the support of the Ouro that had entered through a different Horizon.

The Ouro were a B+ Race that controlled multiple Horizons, and they could be considered prime candidates for the win this entry—so long as an A-Grade Race didnʼt appear.

What surprised Sanzi, though, was that they were being called forward much earlier than he thought they normally would be.

Two teams capable of communicating and working together in the Tower of Champions was usually a cheat code, especially in a territory battle like this one.

However, acting on that advantage too early would make it less of one.

The Ouro should be using their Boros Race as a method of checking what other regions the staircase downward might appear in. This way, they would be able to cover more area with less effort on their part, and they would know which regions they didnʼt need to waste time checking themselves.

Of course, the pace at which the Boros cleared these territories was also much slower, so sometimes they were used as a Swiss army knife—to obstruct other teams or maybe aid the Ouro in some sort of pincer attack.

This time, though, they had received a message even before their tower entry and during the team battles.

Unlike the preliminary rounds, tower entry wasnʼt uniform. Entry began as soon as the Knight and Champion rounds were concluded. Teams that failed both would then have to complete the team rounds for hopes at the final spots.

This was the real reason Sylas hadnʼt run into any other teams yet. Only the most powerful teams were scattered on the first floors right now, while the other teams were only just beginning to sprinkle in.

However, no one had reached the second floor just yet.

Unlike the other teams—or at least most of the other teams—their own was formulated by a cohesive group of Boros, each one of them a snake-haired people without the slightest hint of a Serpentesʼ aura.

it was a feeling that had fascinated Sylas once before, and it most definitely hadnʼt changed.

How could they be so snake-like and yet not exhibit any of their aura?

These werenʼt the worries Sanzi shared, though. Instead, he was tasked with the weight of trying to keep his team and that of the coming Ouro happy.

They could all feel that they were being used. But... what choice did they have, exactly? When a B+ Race—especially one with Bloodline Suppressive effects on you—told you to do something... there wasnʼt much you could do to refute it.

“Okay, itʼs time to head out. Weʼve rested enough.”

Standing, Sanzi made a move to leave the safe house. This was their second territory, and they had managed to clear it before he decided it was in their best interest to rest. If they delayed any longer, though, it would definitely make the Ouro unhappy. Withstanding the glare from his fiancée, Sanzi looked straight ahead.

Bluanca rolled her eyes and decided to stop complaining for the time being. She knew that Sanzi couldnʼt change anything even if he wanted to.

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“Should only be one more away... Sylas thought calmly.

He pressed a palm against an illusory wall, but he felt his Luck shake the moment he did. It seems my Luck has run out.”

Despite having this thought, Sylas still pressed forward, stepping through. The world around him warped, and heavy rain was the first thing his senses picked up on before he even saw a thing.

The ground beneath him sloshed about, swaying with his movement as though a thin sheet of water rather than solid ground. However, it was far more earth than liquid, having a muddy or water-sandy consistency that reminded Sylas more of quicksand. The good news was that there was solid ground at just six inches. The bad news was that it seemed especially difficult to use Aether to stand on top of this marshy slosh. Something was countering it, causing him to sink down to the real ground beneath.

it limited his speed tremendously.

Sylas immediately made a move to fly, wrapping himself in his telekinesis to step into the air—something that was childʼs play to him by now.

But the attempt barely made it an inch out of the ground when the heavy rain multiplied. Sylasʼ head snapped outward to notice a peculiar sight above.

The raindrops were falling as large as spears from the thick black clouds above, but they would separate, dividing again and again into smaller and smaller segments.

The higher he went into the air, the thicker the raindrops were—and apparently... the heavier they were.

Sylas slowly touched his forehead and pulled his finger back. He caught a glimpse of his own blood before it was washed away by the heavy rain.

It seemed that the mass of the raindrops increased so exponentially that even flying in this world was impossible.

If just an inch above ground was enough to pierce through his defenses, if he rose out of all six inches he would need to in order to be free of this muddy quicksand, he might directly die from a single droplet.

This world was by far the most dangerous one, and there seemed to be good reason for t.

The stairs were here.

But so was another group.

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