Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Foolish Dream

As soon as Atticus and the rest of the trainees heard that voice, their hearts clenched in fear.

Couldn't they just catch a break? They were almost at the caves!

Atticus gritted his teeth and fought the aura that was locking down his body, but the best he could do was simply move his head upwards to gaze at the enemy. What he saw made his heart tighten in horror.

Before him stood a one-handed behemoth of alarming proportions, an imposing giant standing at a towering height of 15 meters.

Atticus immediately recognized Alvis, the one who was supposed to be fighting Rowan. Despite Alvis being weakened, Atticus could feel the overwhelming aura he exuded.

It was so powerful that even with his earlier boost in power during his fight with Astrion, Atticus knew he couldn't win if they fought.

It was then that Atticus's mind registered the implications of Alvis's presence here. 'Did Rowan lose?' he thought in horror.

If Rowan had lost, the camp was gone. Without another grandmaster-ranked individual to defend them, who else could survive even one strike from this monstrosity.

Alvis gazed at the trainees lying in the group with a cold look. He spoke again, his voice booming, and the ominous aura surrounding him intensified.

This time, he increased the intensity of the aura, causing the earth beneath the trainees to cave in slightly as they struggled not to get crushed.

Alvis was absolutely shocked at the number of trainees who had managed to escape. It meant the rest of his companions had done a terrible job! How had they allowed so many of them to survive?

Seeing the trainees, he had immediately wanted to kill them, but he restrained himself for one reason: he needed to know what had killed Astrion.

What was even more baffling to him was that there were only trainees present here. He had been expecting at least a master rank when he started the chase.

Did that mean that it was one of the trainees who had killed Astrion?

'No, impossible,' he thought, killing the idea in his head. His disciple wasn't that useless.

Meanwhile, none of the trainees knew what Alvis was talking about. Was his brain working properly? He had arrived out of nowhere and asked, "Who killed him?" without providing any other information.

Wasn't he aware of the situation? A lot of people died this morning, how were they supposed to know who he was talking about?

Alvis seemed to realize his mistake. He quickly removed Astrion's severed head, which he had picked up earlier, from his storage ring.

Then he controlled his aura, shrouding each of the trainees, lifting them from the ground. He made the head float in front of the trainees and asked again, "Who killed him?"

The trainees, now looking at Astrion's severed head, immediately recognized him. How could they not? They had all nearly lost their lives to him. Their expressions shifted, and they instinctively turned to look at Atticus at the front.

It wasn't that they were trying to give him up to Alvis. They each instinctively turned to Atticus with a look that conveyed one thing: hope.