Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1167

Atticus could feel it, massive amounts of it gathering rapidly.

'It's… a lot.'

Atticus clenched his fist.

Noctis had said Ozeroth was rushing to check it out, but Ozeroth hadn't arrived yet.

Which meant… someone else was there.

'The Spirit King.'

Aside from him and Ozeroth, no one else on Eldoralth had access to that level of spiritual energy.

'Should I go?'

If it was truly the Spirit King, then it was a matter of the highest priority. However…

'He needs me.'

Before the Aegis Shield had fallen, he and Whisker had come up with a plan to end everything, once and for all.

'He's currently fighting him…'

If they wanted even the slightest chance of victory, Atticus had to help Whisker immediately.

'If Whisker falls, it's over.'

If the Zorvan god won, and found out Atticus had killed the twins, he would come for Eldoralth.

Atticus couldn't allow that.

'I can't let Whisker die.'

He tore his gaze away from the Human Domain and turned back to the horizon.

'Be safe, Ozeroth. I'll be back soon.'

He just hoped Ozeroth would be able to hold his own long enough.

With that, Atticus's gaze sharpened, and he vanished from the ruined, scorched landscape.

…

On Eldoralth, the Zorvans hadn't deemed it necessary to split their territories.

In times of war, especially when there was something that needed to be protected at all costs, they considered it inefficient.

Instead, they combined everything they had into one massive, sprawling camp, as large as multiple domains put together.

Around it stood a thick, translucent blue wall. And enveloping the entire camp was a massive dome of the same glowing blue.

Numerous outposts lined the perimeter, each gleaming with mounted artillery and towering nozzles that screamed destruction.

Above the camp, fleets of warships hovered in swarms, with more rising from below to join their formation.

It was obvious, they were preparing to join the war against the Alliance.

Deep within the camp, as the reinforcements assembled, a towering figure stood silently in a control room, listening to the reports being fed to him.

He bore every distinct feature of a Zorvan, but he was larger, much larger, even than the colonels. His aura pressed down on the room like a mountain.

A Zorvan General.

There were only five Zorvan Generals in total, the four Kings… and the one who now stood here.

Unlike the others, this Zorvan had no specific specialty.

He became a General by mastering various disciplines and combining them into a terrifyingly efficient combat force. Because of his unmatched battle capabilities, he had been placed in charge of the Zorvan army in Eldoralth.

Multiple transmissions buzzed from the communication lines. But as they came through, one after another, the voices kept cutting in and out.

"We're being overrun! The Kings are down! This white beast—!"

"Switch."

"The second quadrant has been destroyed! Can anyone see this beast—?!"

"Switch."

"It's too powerful! We'll be annihilated at this rate! Where are the reinforcements—"

"Turn it off."

A sharp click followed as the operator obeyed. Silence returned.

The General's frown deepened.

The Zorvan Kings… were dead.

'How?'