Chaos Guide

CG Chapter 104: Silver Strings

Seeing Folek's motionless body lying on the ground, Ragnar's rage disappeared.

"Ha, Hahahaaa." His laughter spread through the arena, lifting the heavy air that weighed on everyone.

Despite his initial anger, the rush from the battle overwhelmed his rage.

The feeling of almost losing his life, only to overturn that loss into victory at the edge of death, made him feel like he had just pushed himself past his limits.

For a moment, the crowd remained silent, before erupting into manic cheering.

"Did you see what the king did to that pathetic foreigner?"

"Ragnar!"

"Ragnar!"

"Ragnar!"

"All hail the Konungr. All-"

The crowd and Ragnar weren't given the chance to relish in the victory for long before Ragnar sensed that something was off.

In an instant, his instincts screamed at him to sidestep, to crouch, or to do anything to avoid the incoming danger.

Unfortunately, it was too late by then as a sudden attack came flying by.

Whoosh

Thin silver strings, almost invisible to the naked eye, dug into Ragnar's thick skin and muscles. They didn't stop there, attempting to rip his head off his body. Luckily, he managed to grab the strings at the last second.

In less than a second, the joyous atmosphere of victory turned into intolerable shock.

Someone had dared to interfere in the Jafn Judgment.

"Who? Who dares to defy the Strio Oath? Who dares to interfere in Jafn Judgment?"

The crowd's raging roars carried a heavy aura of killing intent and fury. If this intent were directed at a person, they might die just from the pressure.

Amongst them, the Eyeless seemed to be the most furious. They began chanting, "If the word is unspoken, curses shall be spoken."

The Eyeless and the children with him wept, their voices overflowing with hatred. They wanted to unleash their wrath upon the person who dared to break the holy words. But…

Unfortunately, they wouldn't have the chance. In the blink of an eye, the same silver strings that attacked Ragnar wrapped around their necks. But unlike Ragnar, they had no chance to evade, their lifeless heads hanging in the sky of the arena.

At the same time, Ragnar's eyes were scanning the arena, trying to find the rat that dared to attack him from the shadows.

"Show yourself, you weakling! A real man wouldn't use such lowly tricks."

Hidden locked his focus on Ragnar's position. From his hiding spot, he carefully decided on his next move

Appearing now might seem like a foolish move, but as he manipulated the strings to attack, he realized he needed something more powerful to finish Ragnar off.

Hidden thought to himself, "That bastard doesn't want to go down easily."

His mind raced. Finally, his gaze turned toward the assassins hiding in the crowd.

With an unspoken gesture, the assassins began to move.

Walking through the crowd, they swiftly took down individuals. Each move of theirs resulted in someone being backstabbed without knowing it or having their throat slit by a dagger. Due to the large crowd, no one could tell where these attacks were coming from.

Meanwhile, Hidden's figure stepped into the center of the arena, holding a dagger in each hand.

"You asked, and I obey, Your Majesty." Hidden's mocking tone made Ragnar's blood boil, but he didn't care, continuing to toy with the daggers.

"After all, who would defy the Konogorr?"

Hidden didn't give Ragnar a chance to respond, swiftly throwing both daggers at him simultaneously.

Whoosh

Thinking the attack was simple, Ragnar sidestepped, confident in his quick reflexes.

Unexpectedly, just as he believed the daggers had flown past him, their trajectories suddenly shifted midair, turning back and stabbing into his open wounds.

This trick Tom had taught him became an additional trump card, allowing him to surprise his enemy at a critical moment, attacking when they least expected it.

Feeling the sudden pain coming from his back, Ragnar laughed, but his laughter sounded more horrifying than any threat.

"You people really don't know when to stop, do you? Good. Good. Good. Today, I'll either uproot every fucking one of you rats, or I'll give up my title as a Northerner."

Ragnar grabbed the daggers sticking from his back, ripping them out, and tossing them to the ground.

He spoke in a voice filled with venomous hatred, "Blessing of Zephriah, curse of the raven, may the stars shatter under your holy name."

As his final word landed, the star marks under his right eye began spinning rapidly, each star moving to a different part of his body: one to each hand, while two traveled to his legs.

And as if these stars triggered a transformation, his body began to glow with a snowy blue light.

From his back, the tattoo of a falling raven appeared.

When it appeared, the agonizing howls of a raven emanated from it, as if it had been trapped there for an unknown amount of time.

"I am going to kill you, you little fucking bitch."

Boom

With those words, Ragnar surged forward with everything he had. If his speed before was like a cannonball, now he was a thunderbolt, ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing this, the idea of facing the weakened Ragnar disappeared from Hidden's mind. He bolted into the crowd, planning to use them as cover.

If Ragnar cared for his people, then his movements would become restricted. And even if his hatred made him willing to risk their lives, Hidden would still have an easier time facing him with the crowd as meat shields.

Additionally, the chaos of the crowd would give the assassins a chance to strike. While a single assassin wouldn't do much, the combined attacks of the multiple assassins striking from the shadows would be like countless little ants gnawing at Ragnar's giant body.

The idea of facing him one-on-one, or even two-on-one, had long since vanished. Now, it was time for the assassins of Alamut to show their true value.v