Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 Scythe

Looking at the swarm of monsters and the battle raging down below, many individuals would have called this scene chaotic and truly it was, but the only thing Atticus could see was the perfect reason to let go.

Atticus form tore through the atmosphere, his figure hurtling through space.

Unlike every other time, Atticus had always made sure to land gently on the ground any time he was falling from a high place, but this time around, his landing was anything but gentle.

His form plummeted from the skies, crashing onto the center of the earthen hill like a meteor's impact.

BOOOM!!!

The earth quaked. Every single one of the youths who were initially engaged in battle almost lost their balance as the earthen platform trembled with uncontrolled intensity.

Hundreds of beasts who were dashing up the hill to get to the top all lost their footing, tumbling and creating an avalanche of falling creatures.

Every one of the youths stopped fighting as they all turned their gazes towards the white haired boy standing in the middle of the hill.

In an instant and by simply landing, the entire chaotic battlefield was halted by one boy, Atticus Ravenstein.

Before each of the youths had the chance to comprehend what had just happened, hundreds of beasts swiftly filled the void Atticus's impact had created, their razor sharp teeth and fiery red eyed forms lunging at Atticus, who stood unflinching, his cold gaze forward.

The sheer sight of hundreds of rabid creatures converging from all directions would terrify most people, but Atticus wasn't an ordinary individual.

Undaunted, Atticus took a casual step forward.

It was a word less command, but it was as though it were divined by the Gods them selves.

In an instant, the initially rock hard earth seemed to ripple, radiating outwards like a celestial wave, and instantaneously hundreds of spikes gutted out, their forms cutting through the air in every direction. They brutally penetrated every single one of the beasts from every conceivable angle, reducing their once menacing forms to mere wisps of ephemeral nothingness.

Without missing a beat, Atticus took another commanding step forward.

The earth responded instantly as though it were a irrevocable decree.

It flowed like an avalanche descending a mountain, covering the entire width of the hill. The beasts, initially darting upwards, were sent tumbling downwards in an earth like avalanche.

Atticus took another step forward, the earth instantly gutting out from underneath him, shooting his form up into the air heading towards the bottom of the hill where hundreds of beasts were conveniently clustered together.

High above the air, Atticus's airborne form emitted wisps of steam as he began his descent towards the earth.

"Let go," Atticus muttered with a large exhale, and as if tuned into his thoughts, Atticus's figure instantaneously combusted in mid air, a fiery storm enveloping him in a tumultuous dance of flames.

Then, Atticus's form hit the earth.