Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1257

Chapter 1257: Lyress

"How!?"

The word had unknowingly escaped her lips in a shout. But Empress Valea couldn’t be bothered about her unruly manners right now.

Her thoughts moved faster than ever as she tried to envelop herself with her will. Because of the battle, and her plan, she had spread it thin all over the hall.

But Atticus was unforgiving. He gave no respite.

During his last battle with Dronvet, the god had gathered his will around him as thick as he could. And yet, when Atticus struck, it pierced right through.

Valea barely had the time to gather a thin layer of will around her before his katana met her in a sharp thrust.

It looked like molten iron colliding with a frail sheet of metal. Atticus’s katana burst through with barely any resistance, piercing straight through the middle of her forehead.

Atticus met Valea’s shocked eyes calmly. His katana had gone through her skull, emerging from the other side. He could feel her brain sizzling, burning into ruined flesh.

And yet her eyes still blazed with shock as she stared at him. Atticus knew what was running through her mind, if there were any thoughts left at all. How had he done it?

But Atticus wasn’t here to give lessons.

Cold eyes unchanged, he applied pressure and slashed downward, splitting her in two. His katana flashed again, silver streaks ripping the air as her body was diced into countless pieces.

He enveloped her with his will, absorbing every last remnant.

’All this work better pay off when we ascend to the Middle Planes.’

It was annoying, fighting with his power capped. Atticus hadn’t even been able to see the full benefit of his True Will yet because of this limit. For now, it was all strategy and caution.

Gaining a new world would surely increase his power to a great extent, but he couldn’t enjoy any of it yet, not while still on the Lower Planes.

He cleared his thoughts. There would be time to reflect later. He swept his gaze around just as Valea’s power began to fade.

As the dark grey aura that had blanketed the battlefield began to lift, Atticus’s gaze snapped to the side.

He’d found target.

A woman clad in silver armor, built like an Amazonian warrior from Earth. Her body radiated golden light, and a crown sat atop her head.

Her gaze burned with hatred as she locked eyes with Atticus, her bow already drawn, mana converging rapidly around it.

"I will kill you!" she spat.

But the words had barely dropped before Atticus vanished.

The woman’s heart sank. An overwhelming sense of danger surged through her.

She was about to move when she caught a glimpse of a blade, just inches from her throat.

She hadn’t even managed to move at all. Hadn’t even shot a single attack. She was about to die.

"There you are."

A voice laced with death echoed. Then a violent explosion tore through the air, a sound so intense it threatened to rupture her eardrums.

She was flung backward, crashing against the already fractured ground, dragged several meters by the sheer force.

When she stopped, she lifted her shaky eyes, only to freeze.

High in the sky, a woman hovered opposite Atticus. Her aura screamed death.

She had blocked the attack.

"Somnera..." the woman muttered with dread.

’At least she’ll kill him.’ ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

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