Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1209

Chapter 1209: ENEMY ONBOARD!

"ENEMY ONBOARD!" Thorny Gold roared, unsheathing—or rather, pulling—a harpoon from his back.

He stomped down once, counterbalancing the sway Sylas had forced into the fishing boat and launching it forward like a javelin.

It shot ahead even faster than what the firing units had managed to send, appearing before Sylas in a blink that nearly split his forehead in two.

However, at the last second, it curled up and into the skies, Sylas’ telekinesis locking onto it.

No Aether protected it, and no Will. Against a projectile like that, with the new strength of Sylas’ telekinesis, while stopping it dead in its tracks was impossible, forcing it to veer off course when Lust and Gluttony were both active was a walk in the park.

The harpoon was sent flying into the air directly, and Sylas had already closed the distance between himself and Thorny Gold.

There were a half-dozen other crew members, each one in the mid-60s in terms of level. However, they weren’t threats. This Thorny Gold, however... he was a true monster.

Sylas knew that his level was beyond what the other crew members could keep up with, so he had to keep him close—he had to make the battle violent and all-consuming, so much so that the weaker Demons couldn’t interfere even if they wanted to.

His hair danced in the rain, his fist flying forward with sharp intent, right toward Thorny Gold’s chest.

The Demon Captain had only just pulled out a second harpoon and instead chose to cross it over his chest. He loomed almost three meters tall, the thickness of his forearms larger than even Sylas’ quads.

Every ounce of him radiated power and the scent of the sea.

"An F-Demon pup dares to fight me?!" the voice of the Demon Captain boomed.

The block of his harpoon sent pain up Sylas’ arm and knocked him a step back—enough for Thorny Gold to sweep it out again, aiming for his throat.

But right at that moment, the harpoon Sylas had knocked into the air came back with a vengeance, descending with such speed that it caught the blue Demon off guard.

For a moment, Sylas couldn’t believe how poor the senses of this Demon were. Could it not feel out a simple trick?

Even so, Sylas didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

As the Demon Captain struggled to block the sudden strike of lightning from above, Sylas had already closed in. His leg swept out, his Scorned Wraps extending from his ankle and wrapping around the calf of the latter.

Suddenly swept off balance, Thorny Gold was forced to take the blow of the harpoon from above as he smashed into the soaked wooden deck of his fishing boat.

Block he did.

But it hardly mattered—not when Sylas seamlessly caught the spinning harpoon before it could get very far, the satisfying slap to the palm of his hands echoing even through the booming thunder in the skies above.

However, Sylas didn’t thrust down like the captain expected. How could this Demon know that Sylas couldn’t use treasures the way others could?

But that brief period of fear and bracing was exactly what Sylas needed.

He tossed the harpoon into the air again, stomping a foot down into an opening and right into the blue Demon’s gut.