Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492 Knee

Words could not begin to describe the intensity of Gerald's anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip Atticus to shreds; he just wanted to protect his little brother.

Gerald knew his brother was far from perfect; he knew he was filled with issues. Gerald had lost count of the number of times he had seen the small boy torture guards and maids back in their sector.

He was a psycho and had gotten him out of many troublesome situations.

But despite this, it didn't diminish his love for his little brother. He was family.

Gerald had never cared about fighting for the position of the family head or becoming the heir. Despite the fact that many elders of the family were trying to create a divide and induce a fight between them, he had always ignored them, just wanting to enjoy his relaxed life with family, especially his brother.

However, now, that same brother was brutally getting pummeled from every direction. He couldn't have that.

Gerald surged forward, his entire being bathed in a radiant crimson glow as he unleashed the secret art of Stellaris; Red Sun.

Like a shooting star streaking through the heavens, he tore through the ranks of bewildered Stellaris youths, bridging the distance between them in an instant.

"ATTICUS!!" Gerald bellowed, his seething voice cutting through the battlefield with intensity.

However, the one who the entirety of his rage was directed at didn't seem to register his existence. It was as though Gerald was a madman, screaming at no one in particular.

The rain of brutal punches and devastating kicks didn't stop for even one second, a macabre shower of crimson blood painting the sky.

"AHHHHHHH!"

With a deafening roar, Gerald's cry pierced the skies, the red glow enveloping his form pulsating with newfound intensity. As the glow intensified, the sun's rays seemed to dance with renewed vigor, casting a scorching radiance upon the battlefield.

His body surged with power, a burst of searing air emanating outward as he prepared to unleash his attack. Yet, before he could act, the frenzied striking that filled the air ceased abruptly.

There was no pause; Gerald hardly had the time to register the sounds of three thunderous booms before a bent knee obscured his entire field of vision.

The brutal cacophony of bone cracking echoed like a war drum, its resounding beat reaching every soul in the vicinity.

As quickly as he had surged forward, Gerald was propelled backward through the ranks of youths, hurtling at supersonic speeds with a force akin to a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

…

The squelching sound of a spear being pulled from a neck sounded, followed by the brutal thud of a lifeless body landing on the floor.

The head of a girl with Snow White hair suddenly snapped towards the north, her gaze narrowing.

The earth was littered with the frozen bodies of the fallen warriors of the bone race, each of their necks pierced. An intense chillingness seemed to settle in the area as though it were a deep freezer.

The sound of a boy with equally white hair approaching the girl, his gaze also focused on the north.

"Do you think it's him?" The boy spoke, the girl responding with a simple nod after a second.

A small smile spread across the boy's face. "Only he can be that extreme. My bet, if he isn't the one exactly, he'll have something to do with it."

"Should we check it out?" The boy turned towards the girl and asked.