Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1705

Chapter 1705: Ancestors

A small frown appeared on Atticus’ face. Just as he had been about to kill Elomot, something within the man’s heart had reacted.

A Will Art.

If Atticus hadn’t been strong enough, it would have blasted him back.

Yet he could tell that wasn’t its true effect. He had felt it clearly, a spatial shift in the air. Slowly, his gaze fixed ahead.

The haze cleared.

Standing before Elomot was a large, broad man with an imposing stature. He was barely clothed, a thin loincloth covering his waist while leaving his massive, muscled frame exposed.

A small mustache rested beneath a face that looked as though it had been carved by the Greek gods themselves.

"F-fwada..."

The man was none other than Dunot True Mosan, the current patriarch of the Mosan family. A powerhouse

A slight frown rested on Dunot’s face. But the moment he turned and saw the battered, bloodied state of his son, an intense coldness flickered through his eyes.

"Who dares do this to my son?"

An oppressive aura poured from him, flooding the entire area.

Buildings shook, then crumbled. The entire city trembling beneath his might. Yet, Atticus’ expression barely changed.

Dunot slowly turned, fixing his glacial eyes on Atticus.

"Was it you?"

His voice came out as a growl.

Elomot was the child he valued most among all his descendants. The one he had been grooming to inherit the family when the time came. To think someone had dared reduce him to this state within their own city no less...

There was no doubt about it.

Someone was going to die today.

Unfiltered killing intent bled from him. However, as he took a proper look at Atticus, Dunot suddenly stilled.

First was the fact that this man was using Primal Will despite its impossibility. And second... the gems embedded in the crowns above Atticus’ head.

"F-five?"

Unlike before, Dunot actually stuttered.

He was a man who ruled one of the three major strongholds of the First Crown. A living legend. For him to stutter...

Yet Dunot didn’t seem to care in the slightest. Instead, only one question echoed through his mind.

Just who the hell stood before him?

Even he, a patriarch, was only at peak Level Four.

"Who are—"

Atticus stretched out his arm, cutting him off.

"Come."

Dunot vanished.

His eyes tore wide open instantly. One moment he had been standing there, and the next, Atticus’ grip had already clamped tightly around his throat.

As the grip tightened, Dunot’s eyes flashed fiercely.

"Don’t be cocky!"

His monstrous aura erupted outward, engulfing Atticus in a violent surge.

Atticus’ Will flared in response, snuffing it out as though it were nothing more than insignificant air.

Dunot paled.

"What!?"

But Atticus gave no reply.

Instead, his Will engulfed Dunot completely, ravaging his body from within. Despite himself, a piercing scream tore from his throat as overwhelming pain wracked every inch of his body.

"AAAAAGHHHHHH!"

Elomot watched the brutal scene with trembling eyes.

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