Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1215

Chapter 1215: Ansla

The Young Miss didn’t notice Sylas’ appearance immediately, but it was hard for her not to when he scanned her stats a literal moment after, not caring and even using \[Suppressive Scouting] to crush her rejection.

As Sylas had guessed, these Noble Demons didn’t wear protective items on them—not to hide their stats, anyway. That was because most wouldn’t dare, and those that did dare would kill them in an instant for daring to be so protective.

The Demon Race probably didn’t even have a method of protection for that reason.

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[Ansla Avadavonic (EE+)]

[Level: 79]

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She was a tall woman, barely an inch or two shorter than Sylas. Even after seemingly having come from battle, she wore a long red gown with a back open down to the small of her back and a V so deep down her front that the loose ruffles of fabric just barely swayed out of the way to reveal her belly button from time to time.

Her breasts were so large that it was a miracle such loose pieces of fabric managed to hide them at all, her hips so wide they seemed to play more a part in keeping the dress up than her shoulders themselves.

And then there was the woman herself. freёwebnovel-com

Delicate features, lips as red as blood, and eyes no less crimson. She had a head of white hair braided back elegantly as though an Empress, so well done that it blended in perfectly with the curve of her white horns.

The horns were as smooth as jade and would have perfectly blended into her hair if not for the twinkling gold ornaments she wore on them, accessories that only accented their glimmering polish all the more.

Her skin was an almost ashy grey. It was an odd color, one that Sylas should have found peculiar, and yet he didn’t—not just because the shade worked so very well for her, but also the fact there wasn’t a single blemish on it.

It looked just as soft, just as delicate, just as pliable and prone to bruising from the slightest touch as any beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She tempted fate with every movement. Even just standing there, her expression cold as ice, her aura even more domineering with the spear covered in blood she held, Sylas couldn’t seem to feel much pressure from her at all. At least not pressure that didn’t come from a part of himself he had long reined in.

Ansla’s head snapped over the moment she felt the scan, her expression becoming even colder than before. She couldn’t believe that there was a person in this place that dared to scan her so brazenly.

She expected an apology, a head falling to the floor, but what she instead found was a man still just as brazenly scanning her from head to toe.

A flash of cold flickered in her crimson eyes before her chilliness vanished, replaced by a smile. It was so gentle, so pretty, and yet hiding a sinister sort of sharpness to it.

The latter was so subtle that it was all too easy to miss for almost anyone.

Almost.

Sylas didn’t seem to notice her change in demeanor at all, though he could guess why she had reacted like this.

This was the Demon World. Anyone brazen enough to scan a woman of her standing and not hide from her gaze was most definitely of high standing as well.

This was why Sylas had taken the action. It was to establish dominance.

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