Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845 Useless

Then it happened.

A figure shot out from the underground with immense speed, trailing a glowing streak of blue and purple energy.

The shockwave from its emergence rippled through Sector 8, shaking buildings and sending tremors across the land.

The figure crashed into the Aegis Shield of Sector 7 with such force that the entire sector shuddered. Buildings swayed, cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and people throughout the capital screamed in terror.

The paragons froze, staring in shock. So did Blackgate, blood dripping from his lips as he struggled to stabilize himself midair after ricocheting off the shield.

In the next instant, an icy voice reverberated through the entire sector.

"Godspeed Grace,"

It sounded like the rumble of thunder, its familiar tone causing the paragons' gazes to narrow.

In the blink of an eye, a streak of blue and purple tore through the air, blindingly fast. All eyes locked on Atticus's blitzing figure as he appeared in front of the reeling Blackgate, his katana slashing downward with a power that seemed to split the heavens.

Blackgate's eyes trembled as the attack closed in. His mind raced, disbelief washing over him. It was as though he were in the middle of an existential crisis.

His Blackgates were what defined him. To him, they were everything. And yet, a 17-year-old had just copied them.

This was the last straw. A surge of anger rippled through his body as Blackgate snapped.

His expression turned cold, and his voice boomed.

"You must die!"

A massive Blackgate enveloped him just as Atticus's attack descended.

The katana slashed through the space where Blackgate had stood. The missed attack tore through the sky, creating an explosion that lit up the entire sector.

The shockwave rocked the world, the destruction spreading like ripples in a pond.

Blackgate reappeared high above the battlefield, his aura flaring with rage. His voice thundered across the chaos as he pointed down at Atticus.

"You must die!"

Blackgate's roar reverberated through the battlefield as his energy surged, enveloping the entire sector in a suffocating aura. Above him, an army of Blackgates tore open in the sky, appearing from every direction.

From within them came an onslaught of attacks: raging torrents of fire and lightning, rabid magical beasts snarling and tearing through the air, and spatial blades shimmering with energy sharp enough to slice through mountains.

The sheer volume of the attacks made the heavens themselves tremble.

The destructive onslaught converged on Atticus from all sides, threatening to bury him beneath their endless power.

But Atticus remained unmoved.

His body radiated a divine calm, his swirling purple-and-blue eyes cold and unfeeling, as though everything around him was beneath him.

Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hand and sheathed his katana.

The onslaught surged closer. The ground quaked. The air burned.

"Useless,"

Atticus muttered, his voice reverberating like a thunderclap.

With a single motion, he unsheathed his katana, and the air itself seemed to cry out in response.

From that single draw, an uncountable number of azure-purple slashes erupted around him, spreading outward in an endless wave.

Each slash tore through the sky with devastating force, shredding every attack in its path. Fire extinguished. Lightning dispersed. Beasts disintegrated.

The sky was painted in hues of purple and blue as the slashes continued, unrelenting, converging on every blackgates in sight.

Blackgate's eyes widened as the slashes began to collapse his gates. One after another, they imploded in a cacophony of explosions, ripping through the battlefield and shaking the very foundation of Sector 8. The air warped and twisted, the space around them threatening to unravel entirely.

And then, they vanished.

Atticus and Blackgate reappeared in the sky, clashing at impossible speeds. They moved faster than the eye could follow, their strikes colliding with such force that the entire sector shuddered.

The shock that enveloped Magnus and the other paragons of humanity could not be explained. They were stunned beyond words.

They all knew Blackgate. Seraphina had described him vividly, and they had prepared for the day they might face him. But the person currently fighting him, this was the problem. This was what made their hearts nearly burst from their chests.