Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 935

Chapter 935 Fall

Earlier, the grand elders had each been shocked when they saw him battling Yorowin. He had treated the grand elder as though he were a child. As though he were nothing.

They refused to believe he was capable of such a feat. To them, something had to be wrong with Yorowin.

But now, seven of them had attacked him together.

Seven grand elders of the vampyros race.

Seven of the strongest beings on the planet.

Yet, they had been bested.

By a fucking child.

It was inconceivable, a situation that made each elder question reality itself.

It hadn't been Yorowin. Nothing had been wrong with him. Everything had been all him.

The humans had birthed a monster. A monster in human skin.

To think Yorowin had faced such a being alone…

The grand elders shuddered.

But they weren't the only ones. The human paragons wore expressions of utter disbelief.

They had been struggling to battle a single grand elder, and yet Atticus had overwhelmed seven in one go?

Their shock was apparent.

But this was the battlefield. There was no time for hesitation.

Thunder rumbled. A streak of lightning tore through the atmosphere, forming into the radiant figure of Magnus, who appeared in front of a beheaded elder in a flash.

The grand elders had been beheaded, but it was well known, paragons were not so easy to kill.

Magnus's hands shot backward before surging forward, hurling a lightning spear that roared through the air like a spear of judgment.

It hit.

A blinding flash of white light ignited as lightning cracked around the elder, electrocuting every inch of him.

Pain engulfed the elder, who liquefied and reappeared in another location in a burst of blood, his gaze feral.

The battlefield stilled.

The grand elders' gazes narrowed.

The human paragons' gazes narrowed.

The world slowed.

Atticus and Magnus moved.

Chaos erupted.

A streak of azure and purple. A streak of lightning.

Magnus blurred forward, his lightning spear screaming through the air, tearing apart sound and light as it sought the reforming elder.

The strike connected.

A deafening explosion erupted, lighting up the battlefield like a second sun. The force tore apart the ground, creating a crater that seemed to stretch endlessly.

The elder liquefied again, his form reappearing in a burst of blood across the battlefield.

Before he could recover, Atticus was there.

A streak of azure and purple ripped through the battlefield, so fast it seemed as though space itself struggled to keep up.

Atticus's katana met the elder's blood-red spear mid-air.

CLANG!

The collision birthed a shockwave so powerful that it distorted reality itself. The sky rippled like water, the clouds above twisting unnaturally.

Before the elder could think, Magnus was already there.

His fist crackled with lightning as it descended from above, aiming to crush the elder. The elder dodged, but the force of Magnus's strike fractured the land, sending jagged spikes of earth shooting upward.

In the next second, another elder joined the fray, his crimson blade swinging toward Atticus.

But Atticus's figure dissolved, the attack dispersing his afterimage.