Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 449

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Atticus squinted his eyes as he stood on a tree branch, his whole form crouched. He was currently located at least 50 meters away from the camp, and despite the distance, Atticus could still vividly see the ongoings of the camp.

'Looks like it was made in a hurry,' the entirety of the camp only had two tents erected, and considering the high numbers of armored men present in said camp, it made it quite clear that they didn't have the luxury of having a place to rest in.

Apart from that, Atticus also caught sight of different equipment scattered around the camp, and among them, the sight of numerous gigantic artillery pieces, with their massive nozzles pointing towards the direction he had come from, caught his attention.

'That explains the attack in the air,' Atticus reasoned. He had wondered where the attack had come from earlier, and gazing at the heavy artillery, it didn't take many neurons for him to figure it out.

But this could only mean one thing: they had been expecting them. That was the only thing that could explain the presence of the hastily made camp.

Atticus shifted his gaze away from the imposing weapons, looking at the multiple watchtowers erected around the perimeter of the camp. There were no walls and only hastily made short wooden fences around the camp.

'Are they made of bones?' _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

It went without saying that Atticus had stumbled upon some kind of bone race. Considering their distinct features and abilities of the ones he had defeated, reaching this conclusion was as easy as making pie.

The watchtowers were opened, each with a pair of two men, heavily armed, gazing at the surrounding area and ready to react to anything with their full attention. And what was so eye-catching was the fact that each watchtower seemed to be made of bones.

The men were all so diligent at their jobs that Atticus was tempted to believe that they were robots. But recalling the warrior persona of Zekaron, their diligent behavior became understandable.

'Looks like I stumbled upon some sort of warrior race.'

Noting each of the watchtowers and the fact that he was out of their sights, Atticus scanned the whole camp, and after a few moments of searching, he finally found what he was searching for.

A few men donned in the same futuristic combat suits all stood stationary around one point at the backside of the camp. Despite his incredible senses, Atticus was having a hard time discerning what they were obviously guarding, but he didn't need to.

There was only one thing that should require such a number of people to protect or, in this sense, watch. Prisoners.

'You all better hope to the gods that she's okay,'

Atticus suddenly placed his right hand on one of the short daggers crossed on his lower back, his gaze turning icy.

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Inside the confines of one of the large tents that Atticus had been scouting, the sounds of brutal thuds resounded across the space.