Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1139

They frantically scanned the area. But Whisker was gone.

"He can't have left," Oberon muttered, trying to reason it out. "We're all trapped within the aegis shield."

Logically, it made sense, but no matter how much they searched, Whisker was nowhere to be found. It was like he had vanished into thin air.

Once more, the paragons found themselves back at square one.

Grasping at nothing, desperately trying to figure out how to move forward…

And as the paragons of the humans and other races struggled under the crushing weight of their greatest weapon lying unconscious… somewhere else on Eldoralth, another event was beginning to unfold, one that would decide the fate of the entire planet.

…

Inside one of the Alliance's many strongholds, in an unusually dark, cramped room, a man sat hunched over with his face twisted in discomfort, like he was trying to push something out with the last of his strength.

As the seconds ticked by…

Plop!

The sound echoed like a heavy stone landing in water.

A long exhale followed, and the man's face finally relaxed with relief.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he exited the room, walking down a narrow corridor.

The bright white hallway lights reflected off the midnight-blue military uniform of the Alliance wrapped neatly around his tall figure.

He moved as though he was familiar with the space, eventually stopping in front of a sealed door.

After multiple scans and layered security checks, the door slid open. His eyes landed on a massive control room filled with operators, each manning a station around a glowing vertical device that pierced into the ground like a tower of energy.

He didn't look surprised, this wasn't his first time here. Considering his rank, he had interacted with this particular aegis node more times than he could count.

He made his way back to his seat.

The operator beside him didn't miss a beat. "Damn, Elias! It still smells like death over here. What did you do to that toilet, man?"

Elias groaned and collapsed into his chair. "Tell me about it. It was as hard as a damn rock. Must be the nerves. My stomach never plays nice with stress."

"Yeah, I feel you. One more day, and those blue bastards'll be raining down on us…"

Elias's expression darkened. That day… the Hollow Sun. Everyone dreaded it.

If even one stronghold fell, it would be the beginning of the end.

This was why each one had been fitted with its own aegis shield, localized to protect the aegis node from direct destruction. But that protection wasn't flawless.

The military's job wasn't just to stop the Zorvans from pushing into Alliance territory, it was also to protect the nodes themselves.

The aegis shields couldn't stop everything. Sound, force, and shockwaves still traveled through them. A powerful enough impact could destabilize the nodes.

And as the operators directly linked to those nodes, they felt every tremor, every jolt.

But despite the rising tension, what weighed down even heavier on them was the news of the current war within the Alliance. They all knew not every blade would be on the field when the battle began.

Elias focused back on his monitor, but then his eyes narrowed.

"Hey… you seeing this too?" the operator beside him asked.

Elias didn't answer right away. His gaze moved across the room. Other operators were all staring at their screens with confusion.

He looked back at his. And his frown deepened.

"Aren't they early…?" he muttered.

On the screen, zooming toward their stronghold at slow but deliberate speed, was a vast armada of Zorvan warships, so many that they blotted out the sky.

It wasn't supposed to start until the day after tomorrow.

But this… with this number, there was no doubt that this was their main force.

A blaring horn suddenly cut through the control room.

ALERT! ALERT!

"…What the hell is that?" he breathed. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}