Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1052

Valkarion, the Dragon race paragon, had fully transformed.

His body expanded, molten scales forming across a mountain-sized frame, horns glowing, wings unfurling with force enough to scatter clouds. His eyes burned like suns.

He roared, releasing alossal firestorm, a flame so massive it split the air in two and screamed toward Ozeroth.

But Ozeroth only sighed mid-punch.

"You puny primitives and your primitive techniques… Let me show you how to use it better."

His blows still struck down on Jezeneth without pause, and then his gaze sharpened, a glow of energy igniting in his throat.

"Dragon Breath."

A torrent of purple flame burst from his mouth, clashing against the iming inferno. The sky split in half, crimson fire and radiant purplelliding in a devastating blaze.

The smoke had barely cleared before Valkarion burst through it, massive jaws wide, glowing, trying to swallow Ozeroth whole.

But Ozeroth finally paused, his fists stopping.

Jezeneth, buried under debris, opened her eyes, only to find him gone.

Above her, Ozeroth appeared in the sky, floating just above Valkarion’s head. His snd hammer had returned to his grip.

And then;

BOOM!

He brought it down, smashing it onto the Dragon’s skull like a divine judgment. The massive head jerked down, hurtling straight toward the ground, toward Jezeneth.

Her eyes widened in panic. She summoned a blood-made shield, thick and glowing.

But it wasn’t enough.

CRASH!

The Dragon’s head slammed into the barrier and shattered it like paper, the impact hurling Jezeneth deep into the earth again.

But Ozeroth didn’t stop.

His hammer came down again. And again. And again.

Smashing. Smashing. SMASHING.

Bone splintered, scales shattered, blood erupted in geysers.

Valkarion screamed, his body writhing, unleashing blasts of fire in desperation.

The earth turned into a sea of fire, stretching for kilometers, heat rising to unbearable levels. Lightning surged from the clouds, and the ground erupted as Valkarion manipulated the elements in chaos.

But it didn’t matter.

Ozeroth’s aura crushed it all, snuffing it out like candles in a storm.

His eyes had gone serious now, and he wasn’t laughing anymore.

He kept hammering the Dragon’s head, over and over, until its massive body began shrinking, shrinking, reverting to its humanoid form, battered, bloodied, utterly broken.

His head was cracked, blood pouring from his mouth and skull. He looked up at Ozeroth, eyes trembling.

"W–Who… who are you?"

Ozeroth stared downldly.

"In your next life, learn to listen well."

He raised his foot.

"I am Ozeroth."

And then he brought it down, crushing the Dragon Paragon’s skull beneath his heel. Blood, bone, and brain matter exploded outward, painting the battlefield in gore.

Ozeroth’s eyes flickered.

From a distance, Jezeneth burst from the earth, eyes burning, body soaring into the sky, her blood-red energy now towering, overwhelming.

Ozeroth’s smirk returned.

He brandished his hammers.

And then he shot forward.

…

But the Dragon Paragon and Jezeneth weren’t the only ones facing their worst nightmare.

If they had a choice, if theyuldntrol it, this was the last place Azrakan and Eletantron would ever want to be.

Because Atticus’s current form… was themplete bane of the Dimensari.

The fusion of four elements had birthed a new energy, an energy capable of erasing anything with form from existence. It hadn’t worked on Xal’zereth, whose power relied solely on pure, essenceless mana, but space was a different story entirely.

Space had form. Even if abstract, it existed.

And that was all Atticus’s fusion energy needed.

Barriers upon spatial barriers formed, dimension after dimension layered and twisted, worlds within worldsiled to trap him, but Atticus tore through everything.

Piece by piece, every creation, every technique, every dimension, erased.