Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Improvement

Atticus walked forward and stood at the edge of the wall with the rest of the Ravenstein youths directly behind him.

Then he turned his focus towards the rapidly approaching wave of beasts.

Just like the last time, each form of the beast was just as tall as an average-sized dog, but the sight of thousands of them with their blood red eyes, razor sharp canines and claws, plus the sheer size of the approaching horde, would be enough to wet the pants of many, and it wasn't the good kind.

But despite the ferocity of their advance, each of the youths held their weapons tighter, determination etched on all of their faces.

They had been training like hell for 3 weeks for this day now. It wasn't like back then when many of them were trembling at the sight of the same horde.

Back then many of them knew nothing, with most completely being inexperienced and having even never fought any real life battles in their whole lives.

Many of them had been skeptical about Atticus's speech back then, not believe they could become strong.

But after 3 weeks of intense training, even they had to admit it, their improvement was astounding.

And now, none of them had any intention of backing off today. They were going to prove that the past 3 weeks hadn't been futile!

The earth trembled with intensity as the beasts neared, their black forms charging towards the camp like an uncountable swarm of black ants.

Just as they reached 50 meters away from the youths, no order was given, not even a signal, but immediately they entered that 50 meters mark, the sky was instantly filled with hundreds of projectiles cutting through the air with speed, each one finding their mark on multiple beasts, piercing and impaling their forms in an instant.

During the past 3 weeks, it wasn't only the units that had been training; Aria also trained every single one of the rangers hard. And after 3 weeks of intense training, their improvements were clearly visible.

Each one shot out different attacks towards the approaching horde with speed, killing hundreds of beasts with every scrutinized attack.

But just like the first time, the sheer size of the wave of thousands of beasts made it impossible for only the combined effort of 200 youths to hold them back; soon enough, the horde broke through the barrage, their rapid forms kept advancing towards the armored at the first line of defense.

They each tightened their hold on their shields, stabilizing their footing, taking a deep breath to calm their nerves.

And then, the tsunami of beasts crashed against their shields with a force so overwhelming that the frontline of defenders staggered backward in unison, their collective strength strained to the limit.

It was as if an unstoppable torrent of jet black water collided with an immovable wall.

The impact was brutal and instantaneous. The initial line of beasts that met the unforgiving silver shields was obliterated in an instant, reduced to a grotesque mixture of blood and gore that painted the once pristine shields in a sinister shade of crimson.

But the wave of beasts remained undaunted in the face of their brethren's deaths, as they continued their relentless advance.