am-books Chapter 867 Bleed For It.
Chapter 867 Bleed For It.
Chapter 867 Bleed For It.
Sylas exhaled heavy breaths.
This was the third temple, and they all ended the same, the challenges likewise all being identical. But they were getting tougher.
The difference was marginal, but Sylas could feel it. It seemed that the longer he allowed these temples to stick around, the more difficult they became to clear.
The challenge might be cut from the same template, but the difficulty was not.
Luckily, he was only getting better at clearing them.
He was getting the hang of Extricating their Dogon Blood Essence in the midst of battle. His sense toward it was becoming sharper. By the time he got to the last few battles, it only took him three exchanges before he sensed it and ripped it out of the bodies of his target.
By now, he had 111 droplets of Dogon Blood Essence and he had yet to have to use any of it.
...
Sylas stepped out of the third temple, and the same scene replayed itself. The temple shrank down until it was nothing but motes of energy.
But this time, there was a change.
All three keys were summoned from Sylas' Madness Key, they melded into one, and a powerful sense of foreboding filled Sylas' body. It wasn't really danger, but rather the impetus of change.
'It's trying to give me a Class...'
Sylas frowned.
He didn't want the Class.
The stronger the feeling grew, the more he knew that it wasn't quite for him. The Class was designed to be used with weapons, and it also placed heavy emphasis on bodily strength and the like.
Technically speaking, this wasn't bad. Sylas' current Class, Throne of Glassvolt Heir, was more heavily Mental-based. Although there was a boost to Constitution, that paled in comparison to the emphasis on Aether and the like.
Having a Class that could strengthen his body seemed smart.
But that wasn't exactly what this Class was. It was like an Aether-Body hybrid, one likely built around the giants' ability to suddenly create large blades of energy.
Sylas didn't need it. And he could also feel that this Class was Bronze at best.
At the same time, he felt like there was something... off about all of this.
It was too easy.
'This isn't from the giants.'
Sylas looked in the direction the arrow came from, but there was nothing at all.
Pressing a thumb against the body of the arrow, Sylas snapped it with a flex of his forearm. The audible echo filled the silent skies.
'Coralspire...' Sylas thought slowly.
His Blade Aura Gene Talent had made him far more sensitive to Will. It was faint, and he had only met those Clypsians once on the Celestial Wall, but he recognized them immediately.
Elyndor Coralspire.
Sorvanis Coralspire.
Vorthyx Coralspire.
When he met them last, they were all Level 9. Their stats had been shocking to him, but he had long since surpassed them all. Or so he thought.
Now, something had changed.
'They foolishly accepted the Class change. They didn't notice the issue, and now it's too late for them. No... maybe they knew and did it anyway. They aren't members of the Overlord Race. This is their only chance to get a Class and break the Level 10 barrier... even if it means they'll have to kill one another.
'And maybe... they already have...'
Vorthyx could have never guessed just how much Sylas had deduced from just the faintest whiff of his aura. But Sylas himself seemed to have finally understood what Arcane Madness warned him about.
This Lost City of Greed... before it gave you anything, it would make you bleed out for it. Not only would it make you suffer, but it would make you cut down your own friends and family.
Finally, Sylas found Vorthyx down below, standing in a tree of golden leaves.
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[Vorthyx Coralspire (FFF+)]
[Level: 21]
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[Physical: 3344]
[Mental: 3287]
[Will: 2001]