Chapter 501: Tattoos [Bonus]

Chapter 501: Tattoos [Bonus]



Sylas' gaze flashed as he quickly took in the surroundings. They were in an open square in the middle of the village; corpses were littered around, and there wasn't just more than a dozen meters squared or so to maneuver around.

To his back, there was a large number of Ravenclaws trying to stop his forward charge, and there were a few more stragglers in the village that wanted to do the same.

But honestly... Sylas couldn't believe the disorganization. If they hurried to support Ragnar like this, the Grimblades would have an easier time penetrating their defenses as well.

Unless... he was confident in the fact this poison would be able to stop him.

Unfortunately for Ragnar, though, while Sylas had feared this poison the first time they met, it wasn't at a level that could harm him at all now.

Not only had he already analyzed the Rune that formed this poison, even if he hadn't, his Poison affinity alone would have been enough for him to control the Aether in the surroundings to keep it away from him.

A Silver Grade Poison Affinity wasn't something the likes of Ragnar could stand up to.

'Is he really so foolish?'

There was enough plausible deniability to go around. A lone person should be easy to deal with, so fair enough. But... by that same token, if Ragnar really thought he was a normal lone person, he wouldn't be investing this much manpower into it either.

'I see...' Sylas seemed to have finally thought of something. But instead of being shaken, he was only calmer.

A spear appeared before his face, and he took a step back. The blade didn't carry a lot of power, but it was fast, sharp, and accurate.

Ragnar's dress pants and shirt didn't seem to hinder him in the slightest as he moved with a shocking flare to him. Maybe it was just his personality, but Sylas felt like the weapon before him had real life.

Ragnar was exceptionally skilled, and Sylas, who had been expecting to find a quick method of counterattack or a hole to exploit, quickly found that he actually couldn't.

'I've underestimated him.'

Sylas' gaze flickered as a rebounding force came from the side of Ragnar's head. He had suddenly summoned his pauldron just now, but an automatic defense triggered just when he was about to catch Ragnar off guard.

'The tattoos. Interesting.'

Just now, there was a forceful circulation of Aether triggered that passed through one of the tattoos on Ragnar's body.

Realizing an easy victory wasn't in the cards, the rest of General Aleen's armor appeared. Or at the very least, the pieces Sylas used the most often.

<Mirror Step> activated, and Ragnar was pressed to his back foot. The pauldrons hovered around Sylas' mirror image, making it look as though there were truly two of him fighting against Ragnar.

The pressure increased.

Sylas weaved in and out, swapping locations and pivoting around his "clone" freely.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Ragnar stumbled back and then stumbled back again.

His footing was thrown off, and his defenses became sloppy.

Sylas' fist slipped through and clashed right against his chest, only for another barrier of defenses to activate.

A pauldron slammed into his back at the same time as Sylas pincered him from both sides. Ragnar found himself being shaken from both sides, but he still stood his ground expertly. Taking advantage of his strong defenses, he took an opportunity to slip out.

His tattoos flared with life and his aura changed. The seriousness on his expression could no longer be hidden as an illusory armor clamped down around him.

A translucent scorpion tail curled from his back, and its carapace coated Ragnar from head to

toe.