Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105 Wrong

Although Atticus had crushed Eletantron's head and Ozeroth ripped out Jezenet's, paragons weren't so easy to kill.

They were cockroaches in human skin. The both of them had tricks up their sleeves, more so the Vampyros queen, Jezenet.

If Yorowin, the Vampyros grand elder whom Atticus had fought in the past, had been able to regenerate his entire body from a single drop of blood, their blood queen could easily do the same.

Her blood was all over the battlefield, and merely ripping off her head wasn't enough to kill her.

For Eletantron, while he couldn't use his space control to teleport away from Atticus, he could still use his powers internally.

However, trying to teleport his brain away from his head was nothing short of stupid, it would simply kill him.

Instead, he chose something else. Something smarter. He decided to replace his real body with his alternate self, thereby sending himself into the alternate dimension instead.

Both tricks were smart. Brilliant, in fact.

And they would've worked.

But only if they had been facing someone else.

Unfortunately, they had chosen to fight two insane beings.

They had chosen to fight Atticus and Ozeroth.

Atticus's lips parted as he spoke once more: "Void Rend."

A pulse exploded from him, slamming into Eletantron again.

It ravaged his body, ripping apart every attempt at using his space powers.

Ozeroth, on the other hand, had chosen the hard route.

Not because he had no other option, no.

But because he loved the thrill.

A wave erupted from him, swallowing Jezenet's ripped body in front of him.

He moved. Instantly. Appearing right in front of a single drop of blood that had begun to contort.

Ozeroth's grin widened as the blood burst outward, forming into the figure of Jezenet gasping for breath, clutching her neck.

She wasn't given even a second of respite.

Ozeroth's hand shot forward, gripping her neck in another vice-like grip.

"Y-you v-veil b-bastard," Jezenet spat.

But Ozeroth didn't even blink. His grin stayed unchanged as he tore her head off once more, spine ripping out with it, blood and gore splattering through the air.

Another wave followed, erupting from him and incinerating everything, flesh, blood, even the very air.

Without wasting a second, he disappeared again, reappearing in front of the next forming version of Jezenet.

Her eyes widened.

Too late.

His hand moved. Her head came off. The wave followed.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each time more brutal than the last.

Every time Jezenet formed, Ozeroth was already there, ripping her head off before she could even breathe.

She had endured unimaginable pain in her life.

She had survived countless life-and-death situations.

But this... this was beyond insane.

Getting her head torn off, again and again, was somehow more painful each time.

But if she didn't reform, if she didn't use her blood to build herself back, she would die.

Permanently.

There were only a finite number of blood drops left in the vicinity.

Ozeroth made sure to erase the extras formed each time he tore her apart.

She was running out.

She tried to speak, to stall, to scatter more blood, anything to buy time.

But Ozeroth wasn't having it.

That grin remained, unmoving, as did his grip.

He kept tearing, Kept erasing.

Until... she reached her last drop.

Her body reformed. Barely.

"W-wait! I can tell you about the Gardener!" Jezenet's eyes trembled as the words escaped her mouth.

She needed time, so she decided to gamble with information.