Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 930

Chapter 930 Porcelain

Atticus's gaze narrowed into pinpricks as Jezeneth's overwhelming aura slammed into his body like a sledgehammer. He tried to move, tried to retaliate, but his body felt unbearably heavy.

'She's strong,' his mind raced.

Jezeneth was nothing like Yorowin. Her powers seemed to be on an entirely different level. Overwhelming. Absolute.

Atticus's eyes abruptly blazed as he clenched the hilt of his katana tightly. In the next instant, his will roared to life as a blinding crimson erupted from him, breaking her hold.

His hand moved, katana flashing toward the incoming attack. Despite the intensity of the situation, Atticus calmly assessed the circumstances.

'I can't escape this clash unscathed.'

The attack neared, and as they were about to collide, the world seemed to hold its breath, the paragons' eyes fixed on the scene.

But suddenly, the heavens tore asunder.

A brilliant streak of azure light cascaded from the ruptured sky, descending with unthinkable speed. It was as if the heavens themselves had intervened, hurling a divine force between Atticus and Jezeneth.

The spear of blood met the shield of radiant energy in midair.

The impact was cataclysmic.

Time seemed to fracture for an instant, as though reality itself struggled to comprehend the sheer force unleashed.

Then, a blinding detonation erupted, its light swallowing the battlefield in a searing flash that burned into the retinas of all who were watching.

The sound followed, a roar so deafening it felt alive, tearing through the air like the scream of a wounded god. The shockwave exploded outward in a ring of raw devastation, ripping through the constructs and sending fragments of earth and stone hurtling like missiles.

Dust and smoke surged upward, forming an impenetrable shroud that engulfed the scene, choking out all visibility.

For a heartbeat, all was still. A ringing silence fell, heavy and oppressive, as though the world had drawn in a single breath and forgotten to exhale.

Then, the smoke began to clear. Slowly, the figures on the battlefield narrowed their gazes toward the center of the impact.

Hovering amidst the rubble was a man, his form glowing faintly in the dissipating light. His blue hair shimmered like the sea under moonlight, and his crimson eyes glowed with mischief.

He had a face so sharp and handsome it seemed almost inhuman, his lips curled into a devilish grin.

"Heyya!" his voice echoed, light and casual, as though he weren't standing in the middle of a battlefield.

Whisker Von Pounce.

The sovereign of the beast race had arrived.

The world paused, and every gaze focused on the scene in the sky.

A translucent blue glow had materialized in front of Whisker, just in time to block the piercing abyssal spear from clashing with Atticus.

Many were shocked beyond words. It wasn't because of Whisker's sudden appearance. No. It wasn't even because, despite the chaos, he was still smiling. No.

It was for one reason. He had stopped the attack of Jezeneth, the Blood Queen of the vampyros race. And he had done it so casually.

Whisker didn't appear to care about their shock. In fact, to him, it didn't seem like he had done anything at all.

Whisker's grin widened as he turned his back to Atticus, flashing him a wink and nodding slowly. His meaning was clear: _{freēwebnovel.com}

"None shall interfere. Finish your battle."

Their sheer numbers blotted out the horizon, their oppressive presence suffocating the battlefield.

Whisker let out a low whistle, his grin returning.

"Damn, you've got enough blood for a river, yet you still want more? Greedy, aren't you?" He scratched the back of his head. "A pretty lady like you shouldn't be here, raging on a battlefield. You should be treated like fine porcelain, not smashing spears around like some brute."

The paragons, watching from the sidelines, stared in utter disbelief. Was he truly speaking to the Blood Queen Jezeneth this way? They were completely baffled.

A chilling wind swept over the battlefield, silencing even the whispers of the battle. Jezeneth's gaze locked onto Whisker, her lips unmoving, her expression unreadable.

Then the air around her vibrated violently as her body brimmed with unrestrained power. Her spear trembled in her grasp as abyssal-black blood streamed from her form, converging into a radiant, otherworldly armor.

The very earth shuddered beneath her might as her gaze glowed with an intense, suffocating black.

Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried like a thunderclap.

"I will kill you."

The blood constructs moved as one, surging forward in a tide of crimson.

Jezeneth moved, her form blurring into motion with impossible speed.

But the chaos was only beginning.

From the corner of their eyes, the paragons of humanity saw streaks of red slicing through the sky, roaring toward the battlefield. Their faces hardened as the realization hit.

The grand elders of the vampyros race had arrived.