Chapter 463 Weak [Bonus]
[Rolland Orciulius (FFF+)] [Level: 38] - [Physical: 1201] >[Strength: 783] >[Constitution: 615] >[Dexterity: 1789] >[Speed: 1615] [Mental: 1333] >[Intelligence: 1662] >[Wisdom: 1234] >[Charisma: 1086] [Will: 991] — Sylas knew that his plan had worked the moment he saw Rolland's stats for the first time.
Not only was his Grade no longer a string of question marks, but he could actually read his stats… And they were more than manageable.
In fact, his stats, albeit stronger than Nosphaleen's, considering his level, it was almost to the point that.
'You're weak.
' Sylas didn't want any variable to creep up.
It had been half a minute since he put the Arctic Emperor Cobra into the Hibernation Realm.
That was the equivalent of over an hour of rest.
The Arctic Emperor Cobra wasn't severely injured to begin with.
With its Constitution and the Hibernation Realm combined… ROAR! The familiar spread of a gorgeous hood of white and blue appeared before the scrambling Rolland.
The City Lord's pupils constricted when he saw the beast suddenly appear before him.
He had already spotted Sylas, but he thought he would have the time to make it to the portal.
What he didn't know was that Sylas could summon his contracts anywhere within the range of his visualization, and though Rolland was more than 50 meters from him… The portal was not.
He didn't need to make it to Rolland; he only needed to stop Rolland from taking advantage of his higher Speed and making it there first.
Rolland knew that he had fallen for the perfect trap; however, he didn't give up, hoping that the curse-like affliction that had plagued the Arctic Emperor Cobra was still there.
But he was wrong.
Very wrong.
He tried to slip by the Arctic Emperor Cobra, activating a shifting Spell that accelerated him forward, but he was no longer facing off against the same creature.
.
CRACK.
Rolland's fast movements shattered the ice on him, but his Speed plummeted off a cliff.
And worst yet for him… With the Beast Totem active… The Arctic Emperor Cobra's Speed was far stronger than his own to begin with.
A tail rammed into Rolland, and he felt like his entire body was shattered to pieces.
He had weak Constitution compared to his Level to begin with.
Facing off against a creature with almost 2800 Strength with such poor Constitution was a recipe for death… especially when the Speed he was so proud of was so worthless.
Unfortunately, even the City Lord's armor was worthless in front of such a disparity.
Maybe only a treasure on the level of the Basilisk Skin Armor could make up such a difference.
By this point, Sylas had already landed on the wall.
The City Lord was soaring right toward him.
He was going to catch him, but at the last moment, his eyes narrowed.
He pointed a finger forward and then drove it down.
A massive wave of telekinesis in the form of an enormous finger slammed the City Lord into the ground before he could even make it to Sylas.
BOOM! Sylas crossed his arms over his chest, activating in the same instant.
Smoke billowed into the skies, and Sylas was almost sent flying off the side of the great wall again.
Beasts that had been converging onto the battlefield found themselves being sent sprawling away, and visibility was rock bottom.
'A sacrificial treasure?' The split-second pause of allowed Sylas to retreat, but the moment the shockwave started back up again, he could no longer stop himself from being blown away.
His Luck had sensed that something was wrong with Rolland immediately, but he didn't expect such a thing.
He had calculated every factor, but in the end, there was something still outside of his grasp.
He didn't like it one bit.
'Luck… maybe that's why they call it that…' He twisted in the air, realizing that he was falling toward a wave of beasts and armored men.
The soldiers were grizzled veterans and each one was approaching Level 20 at the worst.
The best of them were definitely over that threshold.
The problem wasn't their Levels, though… it was that there were simply too many of them.
Sylas barely had the time to spare to look at the leaderboard.
He didn't even know just yet if the Arctic Emperor Cobra was alright.
He shelved using their connection to see because he felt it was more important to know whether Rolland was alive or not.
The good news? Rolland was definitely dead.
His points shot up, and the Merit of killing a Leader was applied to him.
The bad news? — >[The culprit hidden in the dark has revealed himself.
Kill him and secure victory] — There was yet another new clear requirement added with a nice, bold "OR" next to it.
Sylas looked above his head and would have chuckled bitterly if he cared to.
It seemed that now the beacon had been transferred to him.
Still, this was all within his expectations and a worthy tradeoff in Sylas' eye.
In exchange for the death of one Leader, he had exposed him.
Now, it seemed that he only had to kill one more.
Falling through the air, he locked eyes with a stoic man of short stature with a beacon above his head.
The task was simple.
Kill him, and all would be well.
Well… not exactly.
Because even if he did, he would likely still be stuck in an army of soldiers that hated his guts.
Now, his contract was too far from him, the timer on his fusion with the Basilisk King had already been ticking for a small while now, and… BANG! Sylas landed, smashing a beast beneath him to minced meat with a punch.
He took a breath, and his gaze sharpened.
At this point, the beasts were his friends.
Unfortunately, there were no Serpentes here to take advantage of.
Serpentes that were fans of the cold were already a rarity.
They certainly wouldn't take up shop here, so he was surrounded by furry monstrosities.
However, just as he was going to make a decision, his gaze flickered as he noticed something.
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Chapter 464 Morgan
Sylas' mind worked fast.
He only seemed to lock onto the region for a short while before he looked away.
'Morgan…' In this sea of people, Sylas seemed to be able to scan each one of their faces and react accordingly.
He had already taken everything in, but he didn't expect to see an old acquaintance.
This was an odd wrinkle.
Because judging by the look in Morgan's eyes, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
Compared to the others on the battlefield, Morgan was weak by not just one measure.
He could be one-shotted by any one of these soldiers, let alone Sylas.
So he wasn't a threat, but that wasn't the main issue.
Why was he here? The Celestial Republic Government wouldn't have such a weak member of their army out here.
What were the odds that Morgan would be the one weakling amongst this sea of warriors? Then there was the fact that there seemed to be a handler with him, someone that was protecting him.
All of that went to say that Morgan was here for another purpose entirely.
The question was… What was that purpose? It seemed like a useless question to be thinking about, especially when he was being forced to weave in and out of a storm of beasts trying to take his head off, and the fact that General Song was most definitely in the process of planning a tactical mission to take him out as well.
But… Sylas always trusted his mind.
Odd things didn't just occur for no reason.
And this detail that someone else might miss might be precisely what saves his life.
Sylas bought time, trying to lengthen the distance between him and the oncoming army, the opposite of what he had wanted to do in the past.
The difficulty was proving exactly why he hadn't wanted to take such an approach.
The way out was just as problematic as the way in, so much so that he might as well have been doing his best to take General Song's head instead.
However, he was trying to bide his time to think.
He turned back as the smoke was finally clearing to a small extent.
The connection with the Arctic Emperor Cobra was still there, but it was, unsurprisingly, greatly injured.
If not for Sylas' fast reaction time, let alone injured, he would have ended up dead.
'It won't be of much use unless I can get close enough to put it back into the Hibernation Realm…' While he could summon his beast to anywhere within 50 meters, he couldn't do the worst… let alone the fact that he was no longer within 50 meters of the beast to begin with anyway.
Realizing the situation, Sylas directly ignored the Arctic Emperor Cobra.
If it came down to it and it died, so be it.
'If I could find a chance to bring Nosphaleen out…' The thoughts rolled and roared, but they were mostly a backdrop.
His thoughts were still focused on Morgan as though his mind was insisting that there was something to take advantage of here even though he couldn't find it.
That was when something clicked.
He remembered that Morgan had said that he was a Professor.
In fact, he was a Professor at a university that stood on a level playing field with Veridian, King University.
After all, at that point, both Lauren and Alex had been found out as traitors.
Among those who had joined for the sake of Casstle Main's Quest, that only left Sylas, who was someone Cassarae had known her whole life, and Morgan, who was just as much of a stranger as the other two.
This was something that Morgan had explained to him during their last conversation, and it was also because of this last conversation that Sylas felt that Morgan might even be a key to him winning here.
During that last conversation, Morgan had thanked him for being the reason Cassarae trusted him.
He had said that it was because Sylas trusted him that Cassarae didn't put him at arm's length like might have been the reaction of any other leader.
After all, at that point, both Lauren and Alex had been found out as traitors.
Among those who had joined for the sake of Casstle Main's Quest, that only left Sylas, who was someone Cassarae had known her whole life, and Morgan, who was just as much of a stranger as the other two.
Logically, it wouldn't have even been beyond the pale even if Cassarae had chosen to execute him just out of an abundance of caution.
He wasn't under any illusions that this was the same society that existed before the Summoning.
People had killed for less reasons.
Of course, all of this could have just been Morgan buttering him up.
But for what purpose? Just to end up in this obscure situation where Sylas would choose to trust him with his life on the line? That was impossible.
The more likely answer was that Morgan was not much different from Brant.
He too wanted out from the shadow of his government.
But all of that wasn't enough of a reason for Sylas.
That information didn't help him at all.
If anything, Morgan was nothing more than a burden to him now, and even if he had such intentions, Sylas wouldn't risk his life to save him.
'Why do I know the name of the Great Celestial…' Sylas didn't finish his thoughts, his head snapping in a certain direction.
It was the direction of the wall.
His thoughts turned, and he suddenly felt like he was piecing something together.
The Celestial Republic.
It was an odd name.
The world's governments had all taken on names that elicited a feel for the former countries or continents that they had once been… the Africor Continent… the United Federation of Terranova… But why didn't the Celestial Republic elicit the same feel? No, it did… at the very least, the "Republic" part did.
But the Celestial part… he never really thought much about it.
'Neurodivergence… is it a stretch?' After having met the Clypsians, they truly did seem like a race arrogant enough to give themselves such a title.
But… Sylas' gaze flickered, feeling five powerful auras shooting toward him from five different directions.
It seemed that General Song had taken to throwing a tactical but small unit at him instead of the entire army.
He was probing him.
Sylas hesitated for a moment before his plan solidified in his mind.
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