Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1242

Chapter 1242: Tense

High Marshal Dronvet was a man of great discipline. He was well respected by all.

Before becoming a god, he had started as an ordinary foot soldier in the United Army of the world of Surnix Hold.

He had risen through the ranks and grown in power faster than anyone else in the army.

The people revered his tactical mind, his ability to control the battlefield at a pace others struggled to match. But his power was no less respected. His mere presence had the potential to tip the scale of battle.

That was why, when he rose to become the god of Surnix Hold, there were no objections. No one else deserved it more.

His tactical brilliance had already shone from the start of the Virelenna. He had lured the offensive unit of their closest enemy beacon away, and had personally launched an attack on it himself.

Coming here, High Marshal Dronvet had hoped for many things. But the frown on his face showed just how disappointed he currently was.

"It seems luck isn’t on my side today," the High Marshal said coldly, his stern gaze sweeping across them.

He looked at Ozeroth, then Magnus, then Zenon, before shaking his head.

"I had hoped I would meet that child here. It’s truly unfortunate."

The tension was high. Magnus and Zenon had already unleashed their aura. Their bodies had transformed, claws extended, muscles bulked, eyes flushed red, as they took on the traits of various races.

But Ozeroth remained unchanged. A grin still played on his face.

High Marshal Dronvet didn’t bother hiding the disdain in his gaze as he looked at the three of them.

"You cannot blame me. I tend to think very little of people who allow a child to rule them," Dronvet said. "No matter. I will kill you all and show your child god the price of stepping on the wrong foot."

His gaze narrowed as he suddenly felt the night air grow colder.

The man wreathed in gold tilted his head slightly. His smile had vanished. His gaze had turned glacial. And then, he spoke.

"I will crush your skull and grind your bones for the nonsense that just came out of your mouth," Ozeroth said, his voice cold as ice.

Dronvet’s face darkened. At this point, there was no need for more words.

He raised his hand, and the mana responded, flooding the air. His arm was just about to move when a figure burst from the haze, landing just behind him.

"High Marshal!"

Dronvet’s eyes narrowed at the sight of his most trusted general. "Korosim. What is it?"

"The child god tricked us! He’s probably at our beacon, fighting the twins as we speak!"

High Marshal Dronvet froze. ’The plan failed?’ He was stunned. He had thought it foolproof. But...

’Looks like I underestimated him a bit.’

He looked at Korosim. The man’s face mirrored his voice, panicked, tense, and cautious. He was clearly shaken.

The High Marshal hadn’t reached this level by ignoring his subordinates. Something had rattled Korosim, and badly.

Dronvet sent a final glare at Ozeroth. "I’ll be back after taking care of that child."

He didn’t wait for a response. He turned toward Korosim. "We’re leaving."