Chapter 500: Support Me! [Bonus]

Chapter 500: Support Me! [Bonus]



It was a complete and utter mess.

Setting aside the rampaging beasts and the now disorganized Grimblades, there was a huge cloud of green over the entire battlefield.

Sylas didn't need to think much to know what it was.

Poison.

The bouncer, or Ragnar as he would likely have to call him now, had always been a poison master as well. Sylas had learned that after their very first interaction, and it was part of the reason it had taken so long for the Basilisk King to benefit from the mammoth corpse.

Now, it seemed that he had given it everything he had. The Ravenclaws had likely taken some sort of immunity elixir, while everyone else was using a combination of Aether skin and more general anti-poison elixirs.

The added variable of the rushing beasts and the wildly fluctuating portal was not helping. That was because, from time to time, something would either be swallowed up by the portal and sent to the other side, or large objects or even people would come flying in.

Sylas stood high in a tree in the far-off distance, at least 500 meters from the first line of battle, and yet...

SHUUUU! PENG!

His claw grabbed at the air, catching a street sign before it could slice his head in two.

It was complete and utter chaos.

'That is...'

Sylas had only just felt like he got a full handle on what was happening when the sandstorm appeared. It came from the other side and churned up into a spiraling cyclone that pierced toward the skies.

Soon, the battlefield was filled with several of these Aether-fueled cyclones.

Down below, Lucius' expression was as dark as could be. He had yet to even see Ragnar's face in all this time, and breaching the city walls seemed to be an impossible task.

The path behind the gates had been completely cleared by the sudden and abruptly violent opening. However, that didn't mean that the Ravenclaws were slow to react.

He sent out one punch after another, fists of green filling the air.

It was like a continuous, rapid firing of techniques, unabashed and violent in their simple

means.

One fist. One death.

Most of the Ravenclaw's infantry weren't Level 20 geniuses like Sunniva. Most of them struggled even to make it to Level 15. Ragnar wasn't a very good leader to begin with, or else he would have never sided with the Sylphs.

And now they were losing their lives due to his incompetence.

It wasn't more than a few seconds before Sylas' appearance caused an uproar, not just from the Grimblades, but namely the Ravenclaws.

Ragnar came running out from his cottage, his eyes bloodshot and his purple spear in his hands.

He looked like he had just stepped out of the basement of a club rather than like a man who was ready for battle. However, Sylas noticed something immediately.

'He has new tattoos.'

It was an odd observation to make until one considered the fact they were in the middle of an apocalypse. Tattoo machines wouldn't even work without electricity. So unless Ragnar went out of his way to get someone to use a more ancient, primitive method on him...

'Indeed. Something is off about those tattoos. No wonder he doesn't wear armor.'

Sylas deduced everything in what felt like a brief flash. Ragnar could have never guessed that his opponent would see through him because of such a trivial matter. Who could even remember the tattoos of a person they had only seen once before?

"Support me! Do not engage with him directly."

Ragnar dashed forward.