Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342 Rubble

As Atticus deliberately raised his arms, thousands of tiny flaming orbs flickered to life, their diminutive sizes exponentially expanding with each passing millisecond behind the earthen platform.

In an instant, they all each reached colossal proportions, each fireball appearing on the brink of bursting with unbridled power, painting the sky in a vivid crimson hue.

"No way," no one knew who among them had spoken those words, but it didn't seem to matter as it encapsulated what every single one of them was feeling.

*CLANG*

The sounds of metal hitting the ground filled the air as many of them dropped their raised weapons, each of them having lost hope.

Despite the fact that their whole camp was covered by a mana barrier, they didn't seem to rely on it in the slightest. It was as though they all knew that it was a fool's dream.

'How the fuck is he still a first-year,' Eeus thought, his head filled with apprehension as he gazed at the massive figures of the fireballs that were casting eerie spherical shadows on the camp.

Each of the division members standing behind Atticus, especially the armored ones, felt their blood boil as they gazed at the spectacular display of power.

They each hit their shields on the earth, the collective action sounding with a resounding

BAM!

If it felt good, it felt really good to be on Atticus's side. This was the first time they were experiencing the feeling of invincibility. It was as though no matter the threat, as long as this white-haired devil was with them, they would easily overcome it.

This action seemed to make the opposing division lose even more morale as the youths operating the heavy artillery all got down from their positions, each of them gazing at the massive fireballs painting the sky crimson.

Each of the ginormous fireballs pulsed with uncontained power, and with a casual flick of his wrist, they descended.

Their fiery forms streaked through the air, the sheer magnitude of the onslaught immediately engulfing the vision of the youths who, by now, had dropped their weapons, their expressions resigned to the impending doom.

It looked as though the world was coming to an end, and the fireballs were the harbingers of divine retribution, there to burn them for their sins.

Eeus gazed at the rapidly approaching form of the fireball, his hands clenched into fists. He had already spent all his points on all the defensive capabilities of the camp, and now he was about to lose even more when he loses this battle.

Two hundred and fifty thousand division points was a lot.

Eeus had immediately tried to surrender as soon as his attacks had been effortlessly blocked, but the AI hadn't accepted it, claiming that he hadn't done everything possible to resist.

"It's not fair!" Eeus's voice thundered, but it was immediately drowned out by the relentless bombardment of fireballs impacting the mana barrier.