Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1647

Chapter 1647: Touch Him

’It’s the people.’

Atticus almost cursed his own stupidity. How had he not realized this sooner? Everything about this situation had been strange from the very beginning.

Even after all the Willguard he slaughtered, it had seemed as though the High Judicator cared more about putting on a spectacle than actually killing him. The people’s praise was his fuel, his very power.

Which meant he would only continue growing stronger, inevitably pushing Atticus into an even more dangerous situation.

Atticus tightened his grip on his katana as his gaze sharpened.

’I have to sever it.’

A heavy pressure descended upon him, and he found the High Judicator staring at him with glowing eyes.

The aura surrounding him had grown even denser, and the weight of his presence bore down heavily on Atticus.

He raised his sword and pointed it forward.

"You will answer for your crimes."

He vanished in a flash of light.

Atticus blurred to the side, catching the faint glimpse of a thrust tearing past where he had just been.

His arm moved the next moment, sending several lethal slashes toward the High Judicator.

The High Judicator’s eyes flashed.

"Haven’t you realized yet? It’s pointless."

The slashes passed straight through him as if he didn’t exist.

Atticus’ gaze met the High Judicator’s midair.

The outside world faded into nothingness.

They vanished in the next instant, streaking across the skies in an endless stream of phantoms.

Despite his frail limbs, every movement of the High Judicator seemed to carry the weight of the world. His once hunched back had straightened, and his golden eyes flickered rapidly across Atticus’ body, striking toward every lethal point in relentless succession.

Atticus felt the wind slam against him as he barely evaded the storm of thrusts and slashes. The distant booms of missed attacks echoed around him, drowned out by the roaring cheers of the crowd below.

As the battle dragged on, the High Judicator only grew faster.

Not long after, the attacks began grazing Atticus’ body, drawing faint trickles of blood.

The High Judicator’s eyes shone even brighter as his strikes rained down with increasing speed.

Atticus’ eyes narrowed.

"Detonate."

The air between them erupted in a violent explosion that swallowed them both and obscured the battlefield.

Appearing in the distance, Atticus raised his arm and fixed his cold gaze on the High Judicator far away.

"Fall." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The sky flashed scarlet as an incalculable number of fireballs filled the heavens. Atticus lowered his hand without hesitation, and they rained down upon the land in an endless storm of falling flames.

"Hmph."

The High Judicator raised his arm, and a shimmering golden light burst forth, spreading across the entire sky.

The fireballs slammed into the golden barrier in an endless barrage of explosions that shook the earth, unleashing a dense haze that engulfed everything.

A moment later, a brilliant light burst through the smoke.

The High Judicator hovered untouched in the sky. The golden radiance surrounding him had grown so intense that he resembled a shining beacon in the heavens.

He gazed down at the clearing fog, his expression cold.

"Surrender, Atticus Ravenstein. You stand before the will of true justice."

His booming words earned even more reverent praise from the people, causing the golden glow around him to intensify even further.

As the haze cleared, the High Judicator’s gaze narrowed.

Atticus had vanished.

"Where—?"

He frantically swept his gaze across the battlefield, searching for Atticus.

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