Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243: Hand Signs

The people of Surnix Hold had the power to manipulate mana based on their hand signs.

While the people of Eldoralth relied on their bloodline, which had been obtained by the world simply changing their inherent mana signature, hence the races, the people of Surnix Hold manipulated the mana to form anything they wanted. Magic, they called it.

It could be elemental, seals, curses, or it could be offensive and destructive powers. As long as the hand signs and way to move mana were learned, anything was possible.

The High Marshal’s travel was very brief. He had placed a teleportation seal around the beacon before he left, in case anything went wrong.

The High Marshal was glad he had done that. Now, he would be able to teach a junior that there were bigger things in the world.

High Marshal Dronvet appeared in a burst of blinding light that lit up the area. Despite its intensity, the beacon outshone it all.

As the light dimmed, the High Marshal and his most trusted general, Korosim, came into view.

Dronvet’s gaze instantly found his target, the child god. Atticus had created distance from the beacon as soon as he sensed his arrival.

"Good instincts," the High Marshal praised. But not even a second passed before the scent of charred flesh reached his nose.

The High Marshal noticed the massive kilometers wide crater sprawled below his hovering form at that moment.

His gaze lowered down to its middle. There, a few meters away from the blinding beacon, a blackened figure lay, headless, body utterly charred to the bone. He was dead.

High Marshal Dronvet’s expression darkened. A subtle killing intent seeped out from his figure.

There was no one amongst the army of Surnix Hold who didn’t know how much the High Marshal cherished his soldiers. He treated them like family.

The High Marshal closed his eyes for a moment, placing a palm on his chest. He looked as though he was giving a silent send off to an honorable soldier.

"Collect his body," he said after a moment.

"Yes, High Marshal." Korosim vanished from his side and appeared beside the fallen soldier. He placed a palm on his chest, sending out a silent prayer.

Then his hand blurred as he let out multiple hand signs. A light engulfed the charred body, and it vanished.

By the time Korosim appeared by Dronvet’s side again, the High Marshal had turned his full attention onto the child god.

"The name of the man you just killed was Kelasinus. He was a good man."

As High Marshal Dronvet spoke, he slowly unbuttoned his large coat. His eyes never once left Atticus, who had been calmly watching them since.

"He and his twin joined my army when they were just young ones, like you. I saw their promise, and I took them under my wing. And today, they became soldiers strong enough to represent their entire world. There’s no greater honor than dying with that burden on your shoulders."

He finished unbuttoning his coat. He removed it and handed it to Korosim.

Without his coat, the High Marshal’s body was on full display. Broad, rippling muscles like steel, utterly well built. Despite his old appearance, his body was brimming with vigor.