Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1050

The alliance of Eldoralth consisted of all the races on the planet. The alliance was ruled by the superior races, and while it meant they made every decision that influenced the planet as a whole, it didn’t mean they were unified.

Far from it. Currently, there was brewing tension amongst the superior and other races, especially after discovering the presence of Vampyros and Dimensari spies in their midst. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

The allied races, especially their leaders, each had different goals and aspirations. Different thoughts. Ways of thinking.

This was why, as Atticus Ravenstein, an eighteen-year-old boy who should just be finishing his basic training in the alliance military camp, had almost killed two of the strongest beings on the planet, the reactions of the paragons varied wildly.

The Nullite race paragon remained still and lost.

The Lucendi, Regenerari, Obliteri, Evolari, Requiem, Transmutari, and Demon races made no moves and instead, their eyes were fixed closely on the unfolding scene.

If they could, they would have. However, stopping a being of that power was an impossibility. This matter did not concern them, and thus, they decided to stay out of it.

However, the Dragon race paragon and, not surprisingly, the Vampyros race paragon had no such reservations.

For the former, his grandson, Drakthanion’s life was currently at stake. And for the dragon race, there was nothing greater than kin.

In an instant, scales like obsidian hardened around his body, spreading like armor. A jagged horn burst from his forehead, curving skyward. Molten flames surged around him, coiling like serpents.

The temperature soared as the paragon of dragons took form, his molten eyes cutting through the chaos and landing on Atticus.

By then, a radiant blackened armor had already enveloped Jezeneth. She stood poised, spear in hand, the bloodlust radiating from her enough to make armies falter.

She looked feral, almost wild, with a gleam in her eyes, as though she was happy, as though this was exactly what she’d been waiting for.

Her orders from that man had been clear, do not start anything with Atticus or the human domain. But she hadn’t started anything now. He had, and she was simply retaliating.

Neither Jezeneth nor the Dragon paragon locked eyes. Neither even moved.

But the moment their transformations completed, they vanished.

Just a single crack, as though space itself fractured, then they tore through the distance. In a blink, they were in front of Atticus, spear thrusting, piercing the air like a missile, claws swiping down with the force of a cataclysm.

But they weren’t the only ones.

Azrakan and Eletantron had snapped out of their reverie, and with it came an intense surge of rage that ignited their veins. Their auras erupted, power peaking in a flash. Then, dimensional blades formed in their hands, humming with enough force to crack reality itself.

With feral gazes, they too fractured space, disappearing and reappearing beside the still, silent Atticus, their blades slicing down in a synchronized, devastating strike.

The expressions of Zenon and the other paragons shot wide. To think people of their stature, leaders of their respective races, would all gang up on Atticus like this…

However, despite the devastating attacks inches away from ripping him to shreds, it did nothing, absolutely nothing, to shake Atticus.

He uttered one word, and the attacks seemed to still.

"Ozeroth."

It had been almost two years since Atticus bonded with the prideful spirit. And in all that time, Ozeroth had only revealed himself once, on the day of the bond. After that, he had simply fused with Atticus, letting him do all the heavy lifting.

It wasn’t that Atticus never wanted to use him, he just never needed to.

But now… he did.

A pillar of blinding purple burst from his body, erupting into the sky with a roar, the sheer force releasing a shockwave that sent paragons hurtling backward, eyes wide, mouths agape, power cracking around them.

Then came a voice, booming, theatrical, dripping with so much pride it bordered on divine arrogance.