Chapter 469: Overplayed Hand (2)
The feeling of danger locked onto Sylas again. He could feel it as though it was coming from all sides and yet nowhere all at once. The pressure was such that he felt like he might suffocate at any moment.
His gaze flashed, a deep green light flying out from their depths almost like beams. The pressure was pierced through, and a cold sweat matted his back.
He realized at that moment that the danger he was feeling was a psychological tactic, but it felt so real that he couldn't break free of it easily.
'This Vorthyx is on the same talent level as Nosphaleen... the difference being that he's Level 9 while Nosphaleen is only Level 5, and the gap shows...'
Sylas had a hard time breaking free of Nosphaleen's coercion easily, and despite the distance between himself and Vorthyx, this was the second time he had made him think that a false danger was, in reality, a real one.
If he got any closer, the feeling would only become more potent. But at this point, he had no other choice.
To his back, the Basilisk King had already been surrounded by General Song's army, and there was simply no way back. Unless he could accomplish his goal, all of this would be a failure. "Sorvanis."
Vorthyx's voice echoed, carrying a peculiar quality to it.
From the far-off distance, Sylas could tell that he was speaking another language, and this time, there was no system to translate it for him.
But the word he spoke sounded phonetically almost identical to the name he had read from the Clypsian bleeding from his nose.
Sorvanis seemed to be awakened by the mysterious energy, and his condition slowly stabilized. The Clypsian spat out a mouthful of blood to the side with derision as he glared into the distance toward Sylas.
He said words in clear anger that Sylas couldn't understand, and Vorthyx replied with a cold tone.
After hearing whatever Vorthyx said, Sorvanis fell into silence. Or rather, it seemed like he didn't dare to speak again.
Sorvanis knocked his head back and chugged an Elixir in a single go.
The three Clypsians could see that Sylas was getting closer, but none of them seemed to care. Elyndor had absolute confidence in herself, and the other two shared the sentiment.
However...
When Sylas reached within 30 meters of them and Sorvanis was just standing up to act again, the entire situation changed once more.
Sylas' Rune Soul expertise crashed down from above like a wave, nearly shredding the barrier apart.
Elyndor, a cold beauty who had yet to say a single word, suddenly felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest. She spoke out a string of words in a panic, and this time even Vorthyx had a fierce reaction as well.
This first person that Sylas had ever met with Rune Breath was Nosphaleen. In his impression, these people were stronger, so the odds that they had even greater control over Runes than himself was high.
What he didn't know was that he no longer had Rune Breath; he had Rune Soul. And... Elyndor only had Rune Breath herself.
She hadn't believed for a second that there was anyone here who could do anything against her barrier. And in truth, she was in part right.
Sylas was a raw talent, but she was someone who had been systematically trained.
Something like the shocking geometry that Sylas had learned to incorporate into his was something that Elyndor had likely learned in theory long before she even grasped Rune Enlightenment, let alone now.
The structure of Elyndor's force field was thus incredibly robust and sturdy, and it was like Sylas had the strength of a giant with the coordination of a toddler.
He smashed against it with great force, and his power was far beyond what Elyndor could imagine, but her skill was far beyond his likewise.
This created a counterbalance. But it was doubtful that it would last very long... because Sylas was a quick learner.
The moment he sensed the fluctuation of the force field, he seemed to have grasped several weaknesses all in a single instant.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He understood how he could break it, but there simply wasn't enough time.
If he had a foundation of theory, it would take him a split second.
But if he wanted to shatter this barrier without force, he would need to build the key to do so from the ground up.
That would take him at least two minutes by his estimation.
Sylas realized all of this the moment his Will collided with the barrier. He just might be too late to do anything.
But as was the pattern today, he pivoted again, changing his plans when he saw the panic on the faces of the Clypsians. He came to a stop, his frosty <Arctic King's Domain> suppressing the region around him.
His Will surrounded the force field and gently pressed down. He raised a hand as though he was about to strike down before he paused.
"Which of you can translate?" he asked coldly.
Sylas' gaze flickered. He had never been more surprised in a single day than he was today. In fact, that included the day the Summoning descended.
It felt like too much was out of his control.
The moment his words descended, Vorthyx waved a hand, and the three of them were enveloped in rays of light once again. The Great Celestial Wall lit up before vanishing. Sylas stood in silence, huffing for breath as he slowly lowered his hand.
'Still not strong enough.'
He looked up into the skies. He was neither strong enough nor knowledgeable enough.
To his back, the Basilisk King had already been caught in a net, its head forced to the ground.
Its yellow eyes flickered with unwillingness and anger, but for some reason, seeing Sylas' back from such a far-off distance away, it had a feeling that Sylas was experiencing the same.
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Chapter 470: By Me
Sylas took a moment to recalibrate himself. The beasts around him were still in a slight state of confusion, many not having completely woken up from the suggestion of the Clypsians.
His breathing slowly settled down and he stopped his thoughts from racing.
Trying to control every variable when he wasn't even aware of how many there were to begin with was foolish. He wanted to be the King of the chess board when he didn't even know how many pawns there were, or if he was a pawn himself.
As much as it seemed like things going awry weren't his fault, Sylas didn't believe it. In fact, even if every variable was out of his control, he would still self-reflect like this.
All of this started only because he chose to try to press the issue and deal with Orciulius City as quickly as possible.
However, he should have known that opening up such a gate would lead to trouble.
Now, he was facing off against a high-ranked General with the backing of a government, and the variable he had hoped to rely on to turn the tides had just vanished.
He should have waited for a better opportunity, or maybe he could have set up a Planar Convergence Gate somewhere else so he could check the situation on the other side first before making a decision.
The reason he didn't was because he was too greedy.
He knew that he would need to use at least two of his three attempts to set one up in the middle of the city.
If he also used one to check the situation on the other side, he would be all out of attempts.
But in a world like this one, could he afford to save up his trump cards like this? Now, because he had entered this situation blind, he was stuck.
Should he return to the city, take control, and then hope for a points victory? Should he turn back and try to kill his way to General Song and at least save the Basilisk King should he fail?
Not even an hour had passed through the ten-day limit, but for some reason, he felt like he had hit a dead end.
Sylas closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
<Maddened Enlightenment> circulated and his mind reached an unprecedented state of focus.
This was the line he was looking for.
When it came to his body, he always chose to save or bet on future potential.
He chose the Dual Class Constitution over having an immediate Legendary Path Class; he chose Gene Crystals when he could have had a boost to his Gene State; he chose an upgradeable Title when he could have gotten an immediate one.
Every step of the way, he was biding his time for the future, knowing that unless he could reach a Level where even the Clypsians and Dogons were like ants before him, then he would just end up in the same exact situation as they had...
A loser who was under the control of another.
However, this time, he had gone too far.
Betting on the future for his body was fine. But if he was going into a dangerous situation like this one while holding back, it would come back to bite him exactly like this.
He would never do this again.
Sylas looked back through the sea of beasts and soldiers, meeting the Basilisk King's eyes. The two didn't exchange any words, and they were too far apart for their minds to connect, but nothing needed to be said.
With a leap, Sylas continued forward, plowing a path to the wall and making it to the portal before vanishing inside.
...
One would have expected Sylas to come back to weapons drawn, only to be surrounded once again. After all, he had been exposed as the third party hidden in the shadows.
However, this wasn't the case.
That was because once City Lord Orciulius died, the army of Orciulius City no longer had a Leader and as such, they had no connection remaining to the Quicktime Event.
That meant that until a new leader of the System City was appointed, they wouldn't be able to point Sylas out.
Sylas had guessed this would happen, which was why he made the effort to return like he did.
Thanks to the Quicktime Event and the death of Rolland, he had gathered all the Hero Points he needed to be promoted right to Duke.
And that was precisely what he needed right now.
He made his way through the battlefield and directly left to the encampment.
[Hero Points: 2,621,327]
The point system for the Quicktime Event was directly translated to Hero Points.
This wasn't much of a surprise considering the title of the Event.
After all, it was a fight for control over the System City, and there was nothing more important than Hero Points.
Sylas had originally planned on dealing with everything in one go, but he suppressed his ego and realized that as fun as it was to bulldoze his way through everything and make off-the- cuff plans, that sort of approach in the long term would get him killed.
He had three days before the system's suppression on the Sylphs and their allies was lifted, and there were still two other System Cities in this Territory.
He had to take a much slower and steadier approach.
First, he used 500,000 Hero Points to upgrade to Marquis, then another million to reach the status of Duke.
Once this was finished, he left. As for his destination, it was none other than the City Lord's mansion.
When he entered, he could already hear the sound of discussion. As with every other System City, there were three Dukes, and with the death of the City Lord confirmed, they were all vying for this position themselves.
Sylas' entry unsurprisingly caused many gazes to land on him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"The City Lord position will be taken over by me."
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