Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1739

Chapter 1739: Judgment Flame

"Absolute Will: Judgment Flame."

A flame seemed to ignite within his heart, a warmth spreading rapidly through his body. Atticus felt the heat rise. Scalding. His veins, flesh, bones, organs... everything turned to ash.

Flames engulfed him. In that infinitesimal moment, the choking haze surrounding him vanished. Atticus had changed.

His flesh was gone.

His body seemed woven from countless interlocking threads of flame, his eyes glowing like ruby stars. Thick plumes of reddish smoke bled from him as the air itself continued to burn.

His body was fire.

The Spirit King’s manifestation touched Atticus. For a moment, there was silence. Then fire erupted across it, the manifestation recoiling back.

"Arghh!"

The Spirit King’s face twisted in agony. Atticus’ will was ravaging his, burning through it. He stared at Atticus, utter shock filling his eyes.

"H-how?"

Atticus’ fist crossed the distance.

Boom!

The Spirit King folded around the blow as it drove into his midsection. A violent explosion ripped through him. Blood and gore erupted into the skies, raining down in an endless cascade.

Atticus’ knee flew upward.

Boom!

It connected with the Spirit King’s chin. A violent tremor rippled through his skull before his body was launched skyward.

It crashed into Atticus’ descending fist above.

Boom!

The Spirit King’s body shot upward, limbs flailing, before streaking into the heart of a distant city. He tore deep into the earth, the impact unleashing a wave that flattened and swallowed the kingdom and its bustling population whole.

Their screams barely echoed. Billions dead in an instant.

The Spirit King was in a pitiful state.

His clothes and Devourer Armor had been reduced to ash. The blazing purple radiance surrounding him had dimmed considerably. His body smoldered with blackened burns. A gaping hole yawned through his stomach, his face battered beyond recognition.

Yet his eyes... his eyes remained fierce.

Atticus appeared above him. His withdrawn fist seemed to swell within the heavens, manifesting as a blazing giant hanging over the world.

It fell.

The Spirit King watched it descend, gritting his teeth. He could not fail.

Not with so much at stake.

"Release."

Blinding light erupted from him. A pillar of radiance slammed into Atticus’ fist before continuing upward, tearing through the heavens.

The Spirit King slowly rose into the sky as though he were a god ascending to his throne. Endless energy poured from him, flooding across the world.

His wounds healed. Below, an endless spirit army blazed into existence. Hollow-eyed and deathly pale, they looked like soldiers dragged back from the grave. They numbered in the trillions.

The people the Spirit King had killed since his birth.

Devourer Released.

Everything he had ever devoured. Every power. Every soul. Especially Solvath’s fragments.

He had been able to keep himself in check because he had devoured Solvath’s fragments. However, with Devourer fully released, Solvath’s will immediately hammered against his soul, threatening to consume him in turn.

The pressure was immense. Yet the Spirit King merely clenched his jaw and fixed his gaze upon Atticus.

"No matter what... I will not fail."

His Life Weapon blazed as it descended. The trillions surged toward Atticus like an endless tide.

The Spirit King vanished in the same instant.

The world seemed to tremble as the tide neared Atticus. Yet his expression remained indifferent as he exhaled.

"Judgment Flame."

Fire erupted from him. The inferno swept across the battlefield and engulfed the army whole. The trillions were reduced to ash in an instant.

"World Piece."

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