Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1245

Chapter 1245: MatchUp

The High Marshal’s gaze tore wide open as he watched his shield, the same shield that he had full confidence would survive a clash with gods and more, being treated as though it were nothing.

But there was no time for comprehension. He glanced down. The gleaming blade of Atticus’ katana was inches away from severing his neck.

There was no time to raise his hands. His fingers moved as he reached out to one of the seals he had placed in the area.

A bright glow enveloped his entire figure, and in the next instant, a tree appeared in place of the High Marshal.

Atticus’ attack continued. The tree was torn apart before the attack could even hit it, and a slash of terrifying proportions screamed outward, splitting the fog and clouds for hundreds of kilometers.

Atticus turned calmly towards the side. There, hovering just above where a massive tree once was, was the High Marshal.

His breathing was surprisingly heavy, deep, ragged breaths. His eyes were wide, utterly focused on one figure. Atticus.

He had almost died.

The child god had almost killed him. Him!

The High Marshal forcibly slowed down his beating heart, coldness radiating off him as he stared at Atticus with nothing but hostility.

Thoughts rang in his head. This child was not as he seemed. He was not the weak god Dronvet had assumed he was. This battle was more dangerous than he had thought. If he was not careful, he would lose his life.

Dronvet’s eyes turned cold. His hands blurred in front of him, and the skies ignited in a burst of light. An army of spears appeared above him in the sky, tips pointed directly at Atticus.

"There will be no more holding back," Dronvet said coldly.

His hand dropped, and the army of spears rained downward toward Atticus from every conceivable angle like a rain of devastation.

Atticus didn’t seem to register the bombardment. All that could be seen around him for miles were spears screaming toward him, but all Atticus could see was the Marshal standing at the end of this bombardment.

The screaming spears reached him.

"Endless Blade."

Atticus calmly sheathed and unsheathed his katana.

Time around him seemed to slow for a moment, and then a burst of blinding light detonated from his body, birthing an endless swarm of screaming slashes that tore through the air around him.

A cacophony of explosions erupted as slashes and spears met, birthing a kaleidoscope of lights and explosions that ignited the entire area. The force of it shook the land and painted the skies in swirls of azure and crimson

In the midst of this chaos, Dronvet’s eyes shot wide as Atticus vanished from his vision.

The instinctive sense of death gripped him once more. He glanced back, Atticus’ blade was screaming towards the back of his head in a sharp thrust.

Dronvet’s body had moved before he could form any thoughts.

"Warpath Surge."

Mana slammed into his body like a tsunami, crashing through every fiber of his being.

His figure turned translucent, hair whipping wildly as his eyes flashed blue. A radiant blade appeared in his grasp as he spun, bringing it to meet the incoming thrust.