Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1260

Chapter 1260: Low

Despite the sudden power up, they were still no match for Atticus. He moved like a phantom within their ranks, katana dancing, leaving severed heads in his wake.

However, no matter how many Atticus killed, more just kept on coming. His gaze narrowed as he cut through another swarm of thousands.

’Something is wrong.’

This was a thought that had come to his head ever since he first clashed with the legion. There was something off about them.

It had been just a few moments, but his battle with Lyress had already proven utterly different from the Empress of earlier. This was more intense. More draining.

Lyress was strong, there was no doubt about that. But she wasn’t too strong. Not for someone of Atticus’s caliber.

However, something was wrong here. Something that made no sense.

When two wills of equal level and strength clashed, the winner was usually decided by other factors, their will type, their concepts, and how their users utilized them during battle. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Atticus’ true will couldn’t be compared to the others who were walking another’s path.

And while their current levels were capped and he couldn’t access its full potential even if he tried, Atticus was confident in a battle of attrition.

When clashing against another will of the same level, his would last longer. He would be the eventual victor.

Right now, each clash between Atticus and Lyress’ wills was supposed to shave down a portion of the will they could use.

Over time, as the battle raged on, both sides would keep reducing in power, until one side was depleted.

Every single one of Lyress’ legion had her will wrapped around them. Every strike against them was a strike against Lyress herself.

And Atticus could feel it, his will strength slowly draining. Over time, he would be depleted.

But that was the problem. That was what didn’t make sense.

’She shouldn’t have so much will.’

Atticus was rampaging through the legion, mowing them down at a rapid pace. Her will was wrapped around each of them, by all logic, she should be losing willpower faster than he was.

Yet, it felt endless.

No matter how many soldiers he struck down, more kept coming. Worse, her will reserves didn’t seem to drop at all.

If this continued... he would lose.

’Is this her concept?’

Atticus’ thoughts spun rapidly as he cut through the undead, trying to make sense of the situation. But every theory, every possibility, every idea that crossed his mind converged to a single conclusion.

Kill the source.

He stopped abruptly and spun. The legion roared in from all directions, eyes blazing, spears piercing out.

But Atticus wasn’t looking at them. His eyes locked on one figure above. His target.

Lyress.

His gaze ignited in blinding light. The fusion aura around him detonated in a violent pulse. A blastwave of roaring force surged outward, slamming into the undead legion. Some were blasted into oblivion. Others were sent flying.

The dust had barely begun to settle when Atticus launched upward like a missile.

He was upon Lyress in an instant, unleashing multiple piercing strikes all at once.

Lyress’ eyes tore wide at the sudden assault. Her aura flared as she moved, body flickering side to side, evading the storm of thrusts.

Each strike ripped the air. Each one came dangerously close to piercing her clean through.

Then, Atticus’ gaze flashed.

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