Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1051

Scorching heat clashed with radiant purple, sending hair and flame rippling outward in a violent tide.

But then, the Dragon Paragon’s eyes widened.

He had been mid-transformation, and his body was cloaked in hardened dragon scales, denser than steel, tougher than most metals known on Eldoralth.

A dragon’s flesh was near unmatched, even among the superior races, only a few of them could rival their raw physical durability.

Yet… a shudder traveled through his bones.

’Such strength!’

His trembling gaze snapped to Ozeroth, only to find him grinning even wider, as if the real fight hadn’t even begun. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Then came a scoff.

"Save your puny anger, who cares for something like that?" Ozeroth said with pure disdain.

And then he pushed.

A blast of force erupted, blowing the Dragon’s arms aside in a flash. He barely had time to register the shock before—

CRACK.

Ozeroth’s hammer slammed into the side of his head.

Dragon scales, scales that even paragons struggled to damage, shattered like brittle glass. The impact snapped his head sideways with abrupt force, his neck twisting violently before his massive frame followed suit, hurled through the air like a ragdoll.

The grin on Ozeroth’s face widened.

"Ah, I’ve missed this!" he bellowed, voice rumbling across the skies with elation. "There’s nothing better than the battlefield!"

But then, the sound of air tearing apart exploded behind him, bloodlust thick enough to choke the sky.

Jezeneth appeared, spear engulfed in a swirling storm of black and blood-red energy, thrusting forward with the force of a collapsing star.

But Ozeroth’s excitement only peaked.

He didn’t even turn.

His body shifted, small, precise, effortless, evading the spear by a margin so slim it was almost arrogant, like he already knew where it would land.

"Ah yes, this bitch," he muttered with a sneer, "the one who dared to run her mouth."

His voice turned cold, dangerous.

"We should bend the knee? I’ll show you what it means to feel regret."

Jezeneth’s eyes widened, but it was too late.

Ozeroth dropped one hammer, and in a blink, his hand shot forward, grabbing her face in a vice-like grip.

Before she could react, the world flipped.

With a thunderous roar, Ozeroth plunged from the skies, dragging her down like a meteor. The wind screamed. The ground rushed up.

And then—

BOOM!

He slammed her head into the earth, the impact ripping open a crater, the shockwave flattening everything around for hundreds of meters.

But he wasn’t done.

Ozeroth was already on her, straddling her half-buried body, fists raised high.

And then the onslaught began.