Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646 Fight

Erion noted two critical details. None of the Obsidian Order had access to exo-suits—the suits were too closely monitored by the human alliance.

This narrowed down the list of suspects, though it was still minute. But what truly shocked Erion was the sheer strength emanating from the intruder, despite being at master- rank.

He was absolutely sure that it wasn't false— Erion's bloodline granted him an acute sensitivity to mana, and he could feel that the intruder was most definitely a master- rank.

A cold voice sounded.

"Who are you?"

Erion's voice was calm, but the tension in the area was unmistakable. The entire hall fell silent, every warrior on edge.

The figure didn't respond, only giving a simple, dismissive glance around the room. His gaze was cold and indifferent, sending a shiver down the spines of many who met it.

"Lucy," Erion called, glancing subtly at his gothic crew member.

His gaze sharpened when he noticed her trembling, her eyes wide with fear.

Each member of Erion's crew had a unique bloodline, which set them apart from the others.

Lucy's was similar to the Psyquillian family bloodline but still different. She could sense the emotions and intentions of others, and the moment the intruder had entered, she had used her ability.

But instead of fear, anger, or any normal emotion considering the current situation, all Lucy could sense was an intense, terrifying calmness, coupled with a cold indifference.

She knew what this meant—this intruder saw them as nothing more than ants, insignificant and beneath him.

Her heart raced, and she muttered under her breath, "A-a monster," before screaming, "Erion! He's dangerous!"

Erion's gaze turned icy, and he barely had time to react before a crimson blur filled his vision.

'What?!' Erion's heart raced, his mind frantically trying to command his body to move, to react. But it was futile—a black sword was already inches from piercing his heart.

Time seemed to slow as Erion felt the cold sting of fear for the first time in years. But before the blade could reach his chest, he felt a massive force slam into his side, sending him flying sideways.

The sword sliced through his arm, blood gushing out as he crashed into the ground, rolling to a stop.

"Kellack! Be careful!" Lucy warned

But Kellack, the katana wielder, only grinned, a spark of life igniting in his previously dead eyes. He ignored Lucy's warning, his focus entirely on Atticus.

Large explosions erupted from Kellack's limbs as he redirected his momentum, his body hurtling toward Atticus with blinding speed, his right hand gripping his katana tightly.

"I've been wanting to battle another katana wielder. Brandish your katana!"

But as Kellack closed in, his excitement was doused by a cold, disdainful voice. "You don't deserve that regard. Weakling."

Kellack's heart froze. He had never been disregarded in such a way in his life. "I'll make you eat those words!" he roared, his hair turning an intense white and elongating behind him in formless waves.

The ground beneath him buckled, and his aura exploded, his muscles tensing with raw power.