Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1462

A squealing creature was skewered through by a trident, but its call was cut short by a burst of energy that splattered its body apart. Bone, flesh, and violet-tainted blood spewed in all directions except the one holding the man behind it, an almost furious sort of temper forming a wall of Will that made it feel as though even in death the devil-like creature didn't dare to blaspheme him.

"His temper doesn't seem to be the best right now." A woman with a sweet smile as radiant as the Browning Gold spoke with almost a hint of delight.

On her feet, there were a pair of pink wings for each that fluttered along with her emotions, her body swaying from side to side as she stayed by the shoulder of Authrione's cousin as though a little fairy.

Despite this touch of innocence, though, there was a split pupil that nearly divided her iris in two, flickering to life from time to time as though she was trying to suppress it. Their team likewise had ten people, but the lineup could be said to be truly shocking. This woman was the strongest of the Serpent Warlords. That already meant the group had not just one, but two of the 018 Sanctum's strongest Lineages.

And as one might expect, there was a man with a thick face of hair so dense it was hard to even make out if he had a mouth or where his nose started by the side.

And then even further behind him, there was a woman with two orbs of golden light in place of her eyes. She was slender, but her muscles practically bulged out of her sleeveless armor the way she stood with her arms crossed.

She had a particularly short stature as well, maybe barely four and a half feet or so. But the arrogance on her face and the strength of her posture told of a personality much larger than her frame.

All four of the strongest Lineages—Whale, Serpent, Ape, and Lion—had come together to form a single team.

And yet they all stood in silence as Authrione rampaged about on his own, venting his frustration on one enemy after another.

"Starell, why are you so insistent on buzzing around like a little fly?"

“I thought he was an emotionless brute. Who would have thought it only took a little loss to push him over the edge like this?" Starell grinned. "Tell me, Lighza, you think he's more susceptible to manipulation now? I've always wanted such a hunk as a boy toy." Lighza's expression became gloomy. "My name is pronounced Lie-ja, not Liza. Manipulate it again and it'll be my trident you taste instead of my cousin's. And second, if the Moon Clan finds out you try such a thing, we won't mind sticking a fork in you." "Oo, I'm so scared. Your Moon Clan can do what it wants if it has a death wish. You're the one reliant on the Sanctum, I'm just having a little fun on the side."

Lighza's eyes only narrowed, but he didn't respond. No one knew of Starell's real origins, but the problem was that... angel wings were an evolutionary quirk that very rarely occurred in the universe. And that was because everyone knew there was an extremely oppressive Gene Lock on them.

Gene Locks in their most rudimentary form were extremely common. But there were some Gene Locks so powerful that they pigeonholed the universe itself, not allowing worlds to let certain evolutionary characteristics bloom in the first place.

Angel wings were the mark of Gods—a very specific Clan of Gods that Lighza didn't even know the names of.

What Starell had couldn't be said to be true angel wings. But even bastardized forms like what adorned her ankles weren't things that would be allowed... Unless she came from a Clan that was immune to this Universal Gene Lock.

Now that... that was something they all very much feared.

Of the Serpent Warlords that had come, she was the only one of her kind, the other two being scaled humanoids of various types.

Starell pouted when she saw the lack of a reaction.

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