Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 1257: Lyress

“How!?”

The word had unknowingly escaped her lips in a shout. But Empress Valea couldn’t be bothered about her unruly manners right now.

Her thoughts moved faster than ever as she tried to envelop herself with her will. Because of the battle, and her plan, she had spread it thin all over the hall.

But Atticus was unforgiving. He gave no respite.

During his last battle with Dronvet, the god had gathered his will around him as thick as he could. And yet, when Atticus struck, it pierced right through.

Valea barely had the time to gather a thin layer of will around her before his katana met her in a sharp thrust.

It looked like molten iron colliding with a frail sheet of metal. Atticus’s katana burst through with barely any resistance, piercing straight through the middle of her forehead.

Atticus met Valea’s shocked eyes calmly. His katana had gone through her skull, emerging from the other side. He could feel her brain sizzling, burning into ruined flesh.

And yet her eyes still blazed with shock as she stared at him. Atticus knew what was running through her mind, if there were any thoughts left at all. How had he done it?

But Atticus wasn’t here to give lessons.

Cold eyes unchanged, he applied pressure and slashed downward, splitting her in two. His katana flashed again, silver streaks ripping the air as her body was diced into countless pieces.

He enveloped her with his will, absorbing every last remnant.

’All this work better pay off when we ascend to the Middle Planes.’

It was annoying, fighting with his power capped. Atticus hadn’t even been able to see the full benefit of his True Will yet because of this limit. For now, it was all strategy and caution.

Gaining a new world would surely increase his power to a great extent, but he couldn’t enjoy any of it yet, not while still on the Lower Planes.

He cleared his thoughts. There would be time to reflect later. He swept his gaze around just as Valea’s power began to fade.

As the dark grey aura that had blanketed the battlefield began to lift, Atticus’s gaze snapped to the side.

He’d found target.

A woman clad in silver armor, built like an Amazonian warrior from Earth. Her body radiated golden light, and a crown sat atop her head.

Her gaze burned with hatred as she locked eyes with Atticus, her bow already drawn, mana converging rapidly around it.

“I will kill you!” she spat.

But the words had barely dropped before Atticus vanished.

The woman’s heart sank. An overwhelming sense of danger surged through her.

She was about to move when she caught a glimpse of a blade, just inches from her throat.

She hadn’t even managed to move at all. Hadn’t even shot a single attack. She was about to die.

“There you are.”

A voice laced with death echoed. Then a violent explosion tore through the air, a sound so intense it threatened to rupture her eardrums.

She was flung backward, crashing against the already fractured ground, dragged several meters by the sheer force.

When she stopped, she lifted her shaky eyes, only to freeze.

High in the sky, a woman hovered opposite Atticus. Her aura screamed death.

She had blocked the attack.

“Somnera…” the woman muttered with dread.

There was no escaping this. She would die. But still, she clenched her fists hard.

’At least she’ll kill him.’

She turned her hate filled gaze toward Atticus. The fact that he hovered there, unshaken and without even a hint of panic, made her blood boil.

She fully believed the only reason her Empress lost was because she hadn’t awakened her concept yet.

But the Somnera god was one of the strongest contenders to win the Virelenna, and most importantly, she had awakened her concept.

The Amazonian didn’t mind dying in her hands, so long as the bastard who killed her Empress died too.

She had barely completed the thought before a chill gripped her spine. She turned sharply, just in time to see a blade whirling toward her.

She threw herself to the side instinctively, knocking an arrow and firing the moment she steadied her stance.

But her eyes narrowed when the arrow was easily cleaved by a massive broadsword.

Her gaze landed on a towering man, his body looking almost sewn together. Lifeless eyes, and an aura that reeked of death.

Behind him, more figures approached, and her heart sank.

They were the champions of the Somnera god.

They were here for her. She bit her lips.

’Not until she kills him.’

If they killed her now, Somnera’s god might leave, and Atticus would survive. She couldn’t allow that.

She stood, knocking another arrow, her eyes going cold. There was no way she was going without a fight.

“I’ve finally found you.” Iyress, the god of Somnera, said with a trace of affection in her voice.

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you since that disappointing encounter in the first scenario,” she added, shaking her head as if wanting to erase the memory of being fooled.

It didn’t matter now. From that brief clash, she knew this was the real deal.

“My children told me you hadn’t joined the dead yet, and I believed them. I’m glad I never stopped searching. Now…” Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

“Are you ready to become one of my precious children?” she asked, voice sweet, but her expression anything but.

’How unlucky.’

Atticus’s mind had already begun moving the moment he clashed with Iyress. He’d been too focused on the previous battle to notice her until she moved to blocked his strike.

But after cursing his luck for running into the one god whose concept he still had no clue about, he acted.

’Alternate Self.’

He tapped into his Dimensari abilities. In the next moment, the air distorted, and four identical figures appeared beside him, each weaker, hovering at the ready.

Iyress frowned. She remembered those fakes. They’d tricked her once, but not again.

“Don’t let them kill her. But you can kill her when you get the opportunity.”

Atticus gave the command, and the clones vanished from his side, reappearing at the standoff between the Amazonian woman and the Somnera champions.

But they stood with no one. Their cold eyes stared at the Somnera champions and the Amazonian woman all the same.

Atticus couldn’t let her die at their hands. If she did, and the other two groups had already fought and been taken out, he’d be left with no one to kill. That would be the end of the Virelenna for him.

It was either he killed her, or no one did.

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