Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1598

Chapter 1598 Water

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the waves of Demons would be set at a particularly high difficulty. The youths of the 073 Sanctum wouldn't even survive the first wave, and their skills-whatever they might be—would be useless.

Nosphaleen was sure that some of them might have some niche abilities she could make use of, but there were tens of thousands of them and she didn't have the time to vet them one by one. There wasn't enough time.

She would just end up wasting her time defending them all. Her top priority was Sylas' safety; they would just die because she would rather that than overextending herself and putting Sylas in danger.

Plus, Sylas was the lynchpin to all of this. If Sylas died, Nosphaleen-who wasn't a real member of the Sanctum to begin with-couldn't continue on her own in the first place.

The disciples looked toward one another. The massacre of the geniuses of the bottom 60 was still fresh in their minds. Every one of them had died pitifully.

They weren't fools. Since this was a task for the top 40 Sanctums, the difficulty would reflect that.

A disciple picked at random from any one of the 031 to 040 Sanctums was capable of killing the best disciples in the bottom 60 with a single stroke. How much larger was the gap in the top 30?

Nosphaleen's words made sense.

"Maybe I can help."

Nosphaleen looked up to see Scarval.

From the start, Scarval was meant to be the trump card of the 073 Sanctum. Before Sylas, he was the cream of the crop and had purposely stayed in the F-tier for a very long time to refine his foundation.

Nosphaleen's expression didn't change as she looked at this youth.

"Leave, or I kill you now."

Scarval's pupils constricted into pinholes. He was taken aback by the aggressiveness, but there was little denying the note of threat in Nosphaleen's voice.

She would definitely do it.

One after another, the members of the 073 Sanctum began to give up. Soon, the only one left was Scarval.

The latter seemed to be hesitating about something, and then he eventually sighed.

Decades of planning just to end like this. How depressing.

Soon, he too vanished, leaving Nosphaleen alone with Sylas lying in silence on her lap.

With a motion of her telekinesis, Nosphaleen picked Sylas' body up and began to walk.

Her destination?

Water.

That was where she was most comfortable anyway.

Scarval appeared in the region of the 073 Sanctum, his eyes gloomy and his lips pressed into a fine line. He looked toward his grandfather, whose expression was a bit hard to read but was about as ugly as the Warlord would usually show to the outside world.

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