Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687: Primal

As Atticus’ katana drove forward in an absolute thrust, the alpha’s dark crimson gaze snapped wide open. Its shock was palpable.

One moment Atticus had been standing at the far side of the battlefield, and the next he had already cut through the vast swath of the beasts’ combined might, closing the distance in an instant.

But the shock only lingered briefly. The alpha’s gaze tightened, a flare of rage rising within it. A mere insect had dared...

A thick, dense crimson will erupted from him, accompanied by an overwhelming bloodlust that eclipsed that of the entire horde.

Atticus felt the pressure crash into his mind, forcing its way through. Crimson and purple flickered within his gaze, holding it at bay.

The alpha’s eyes narrowed further. It hadn’t expected Atticus to resist it so easily. A snarl tore from it as will gathered and compressed before its head, forming a dense shield.

Its crimson fangs lengthened, and claws slid out from its fingers.

It fixed Atticus with pure, seething hatred. It would stop this attack... and tear the insect apart. Its arms tensed, poised on that decision.

But in the next moment, Atticus’ katana met the will.

To an outside observer, it was as though a hot knife passed through butter. Atticus’ will split through the defense without resistance, continuing straight toward the alpha’s head.

The alpha’s eyes snapped wide open in disbelief. But it was already too late.

The blade drove into its skull, the force carrying through into the land itself, splitting it apart and carving a deep trench across the battlefield.

For a brief moment, Atticus held its gaze, taking in the fading shock within it. Then, the light in its eyes dimmed... and vanished.

Only after the oppressive presence dissipated did he withdraw his blade.

As the body fell lifeless, Atticus turned and took in the battlefield.

The large grotesque mass of the horde had begun to break apart. Their once-glowing crimson will was fading, and with it, the bloodlust that had engulfed the entire battlefield.

With their alpha dead, they were dying as well.

Atticus exhaled slowly, a faint fatigue settling into his body. Only now did he truly feel how far he had pushed himself.

’At least I killed it.’

’Kuu!’

’What the hell, bond!’

Noctis and Ozeroth’s protests echoed in his mind almost instantly, and he let out a quiet breath before correcting himself.

"We."

Feeling their approval, Atticus turned his attention back to the alpha. More precisely, to the space above its still corpse.

In the span of a moment, a large orb of crimson will had seeped out from the body and pooled together.

’His will.’

Something about it felt off. Usually, after a death, he had to act to draw the will himself. This was the first time it had moved with a sense of initiative.

’Something’s wrong.’

With a thought, Atticus flashed back, putting distance between himself and the gathered will. He shifted his gaze toward it... but there was nothing there.

Atticus’ eyes narrowed, then widened slightly.

’Where?’

’Bond!’

’Kuu!’

His gaze sharpened as he felt a sudden warmth above him. He looked up.

The orb hovered there, distorting the air around it.

He was about to move when it shot into him.

Atticus staggered back, an overwhelming force tearing through him.

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