Chapter 501: Tattoos [Bonus]


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    Ss'' gaze shed as he quickly took in the surroundings. They were in an open square in the middle of the vige; 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 arge number of Ravenws trying to stop his forward charge, and there were a few more stragglers in the vige that wanted to do the same.


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


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


    Unfortunately for Ragnar, though, while Ss 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 usible 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...'' Ss 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 de didn''t carry a lot of power, but it was fast, sharp, and urate.


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


    Ragnar was exceptionally skilled, and Ss, 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.''


    Though he had this thought, he remained calm.


    The heir candidates for these families had been preparing since their youth. The fact his skill was even close to theirs was a testament to Ss'' talent, not theirck of effort.


    Ss parried the body of the spear to the side, and a glint lit in Ragnar''s eyes. Spikesced with poison jetted out and cut into Ss'' arm, hooking into him.


    Ragnar pulled back, ripping Ss'' flesh along with his efforts and leaving a bloody gash down his forearm.


    Ss frowned. It had cut into his scales; this wasn''t just a small parlor trick. This spear was specially designed to be used with poison; of course it would have such hidden traps.


    The feeling of a foreign poison pooling into his body was unpleasant, but it was easily suppressed by his superior Ice-Poison.


    By the time he had gotten it under control, Ragnar''s spear was already following up in a flurry. It carried a speed that was clearly a few percentage points faster, and their afterimages made the de particrly hard to track.


    ''He''s taking advantage of my distraction.''


    Ss was constantly waiting for the men around them to take action, but they were biding their time perfectly. In fact, they had set up a nice formation, blocking him in while retreating their line of defense against the Grimdes enough that they could manage both situations. ''Okay. In that case.''


    Ss pressed a foot down into the ground and slipped his head to his side. He formed a sturdy base, and he no longer dodged; his fists nged against the rain of spear thrusts.


    Every solid collision made it sound as though metal was shing against metal.


    He seemed to havepletely forgotten that there were enemies around, and the moment he focused on Ragnar, it was no longer a one-sided attack fest.


    Ss shifted and flowed, his body like a symphony and his tendons like their plucking strings. Every strike he sent brought with it 100% effectiveness, his stats being maximized to their greatest degree.


    Ragnar, who had been rxed until now, felt the change immediately. His spear strikes weren''tnding as true as before, and his wait for the poison to begin affecting Ss wasn''t bearing any fruit.


    BANG!


    Ss'' 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 cirction 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 Ss used the most often.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


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


    The pressure increased.


    Ss 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.


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


    A pauldron mmed into his back at the same time as Ss 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 red with life and his aura changed. The seriousness on his expression could no longer be hidden as an illusory armor mped down around him.


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


    toe.