Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1851: World Set

[Guardian Angel (World Set)]

[Level: 100]

[The howling echoes of the Heavenʼs Hail. Mastery over the skies and a Domain that restrains even the clouds. Stand untouchable and subdue your enemies] [+150,000,000 Physical]

[+200% Physical]

[Guardian Angel World Move Set]

[Guardian Angel World Move Set]

[>Angel Domain]

[>Angel Step]

[>Angel Recovery]

[Angel Recovery (World Treasure Move Set)]

[Passively heal 500,000 Defense every second]

[Angel Step (World Treasure Move Set)]

[Seven steps to Heaven. For every step forward you take, gather your momentum, increasing your Physical by a factor of +100% with every one you take] -

[Angel Domain (World Treasure Move Set)]

[Reduce ALL Damage by 70%]

Sylas looked at the stats indifferently. And then, as though he hadnʼt just created one of the most powerful treasures in the entire Horizon, he took it off and threw it back to Cassarae.

He hadnʼt created it for himself. He had created it to prove a point.

Cassarae put it on. Seemingly getting the memo, she put it on.

The Set reacted differently to her than it had to Sylas. Sylas had only put it on to sense and feel it. He hadnʼt taken off his Scorned Wraps. When she put it on... it truly bonded to her.

The inner armor extended down her legs and the boots rose up to meet it. The wings flashed with a pattern of veiny rose gold, shedding just the slightest bit of a rosy color into the air.

And then it formed over her head, leaving nothing but a single ponytail dancing in the wind behind her and obscuring all of her face but a pair of shimmering blue eyes.

She stepped into the skies and unsheathed her sword.

A howling Sword Aura split the clouds.

”Today is the day Earth has stepped onto the world stage,” Sylas said calmly. ”There will come a day when what has happened today will be returned a thousandfold.

”When that day comes, there will only be one Angel left in this world.”

The rivers wrapping around Earth shook and solidified into churning rings, a formation locking into place that encompassed the entire star system in the blink of an eye.

A connection was formed with the sun and large amounts of power poured out from it.

The First Race knew that if the day came that Earth truly succeeded in its Summoning, it would need protection. However, in order to properly succeed in this, not only did the Mountains of Giza need to be cleared... One needed to also clear the Lost City of Greed.

Sylas had conquered the City of Glass with some relative ease. But the Lost City of Greed was a Gold City. Although he knew that this was possible in the past and had already deduced what to do, he wasnʼt 100% certain that he would have had the strength to do it.

The leap for every tier above was greater and greater.

For a Gold City, Sylas needed to display Demi-God level strength. He simply couldnʼt do that with any sort of assurance. That was why he hadnʼt bothered to keep himself at Level 50.

Instead, he focused on trying to get as strong as he could as quickly as he could.

Who would have thought that the Rat would clear that difficulty for him, allowing Earth to gain its protection far earlier than Sylas expected?

Well... Sylas did. Thatʼs who would have thought.

When he said that the Rat wasnʼt as clever as he pondered he was, Sylas already knew. The moment the Rat had survived back then, Sylas thought of all the other ways he could have used to attack him.

And then he realized there was no point in pursuing the Rat. In fact, the Rat could continue acting as head of the Lost City of Greed as long as he wanted to.

On Earth, there was no such thing as a power out of Sylasʼ control.

He was the Progenitor.

Unless a Legendary City formed here, since Earth was a Gold World, he could take control of any City.

BOOM.

A bolt of lightning formed in the skies. If it touched Sylas, he would be finished. Even the slightest spark was enough to wipe him from existence... It didnʼt even make it past the atmosphere.

The bolt was entirely blocked, the sparks radiating across the rivers that coated the skies before turning entirely black.

Whoever had sent that bolt... was not having a great time right now.

Sylas watched the skies indifferently.

His lips parted just one more time as his wife appeared by his side.

”Iʼm coming.”

And then the world was completely cut off from Earth.

**

Rhykan leaned back in his chair, laughing uproariously. There was a booming cadence to his laughter that almost sounded like a pair of moons continuously slamming into one another.

He had watched the feed from start to finish.

Had he expected Sylas to survive? He had given it a decent chance. There were simply certain people that were incredibly difficult to deal with.

But what he hadnʼt expected was for Sylas to win before the Sona, Buri, or Kaelthar could even make a move. Would they even dare to make a move right now?

They would have to catch Sylas somewhere else. At this point, attacking Earth was a death sentence until it rose to the Demi-God Realms.

And Rhykan had a feeling that by the time that happened, Sylas would be ready for that challenge too.

Truly a difficult opponent, an opponent that he sought dead more than anything else at this point.

Sylasʼ action of revealing his mission was a huge problem for Rhykan. It didnʼt just expose that it meant Sylas knew exactly how he planned to reach Godhood. For him, the turmoil would put a lot of things into flux.

However...

It also meant that the odds the Purvon would have a chance to reach Godhood even sooner than Rhykan thought.

This was a troublesome matter...

Sylas had shaken up the chessboard so much it was practically a level playing field.

”In that case...” Rhykanʼs laughter echoed as his expression grew cold and stern for the first time in decades. He rose to his feet. ”The Emperor Sanctum will be forced to ascend to the Demi-God Realm in a hundred years.

They would have to catch Sylas somewhere else. At this point, attacking Earth was a death sentence until it rose to the Demi-God Realms.

And Rhykan had a feeling that by the time that happened, Sylas would be ready for that challenge too.

Truly a difficult opponent, an opponent that he wanted dead more than anything else at this point.

Sylasʼ action of revealing his mission was a huge problem for Rhykan. It didnʼt just expose that it meant Sylas knew exactly how he planned to reach Godhood. For him, the turmoil would put a lot of things into flux.

However...

It also meant that the odds the Purvon would have a chance to reach Godhood even sooner than Rhykan thought.

This was a troublesome matter...

Sylas had shaken up the chessboard so much it was practically a level playing field.

”In that case...” Rhykanʼs laughter echoed as his expression grew cold and stern for the first time in decades. He rose to his feet. ”The Emperor Sanctum will be forced to ascend to the Demi-God Realm in a hundred years.

”Letʼs shorten that.”